Seduce Exotic Erotica

by Ella Hilton

  Her hands started shaking when she saw what he had laid out on the big four poster bed; four long red satin ribbons, each about 2 inches thick. She felt him walk up behind her and stand close enough to feel his body heat scorching her spine. He moved her hair aside and lightly brushed her neck with his lips. She shivered as his mouth danced over her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

  "Ready?" he whispered.

  Her body was already nodding without her brain's approval. She felt his hand gently on the small of her back guiding her to the bed. Before she realized, her thighs were up against it, his body tight to the back of hers. She gasped when his hands closed over her breasts—kneading gently before he began unbuttoning her blouse. Her hands opened and closed on the empty air and her own apprehension. She became acutely aware of how hard he was compared to her; hard arms around her body, hard chest against her back, and very hard cock pressed against her ass. She gave a little gasp as he slowly drew the blouse down her arms, licking her exposed shoulder and nibbling lightly on the skin. She moaned when he pulled the blouse tight around her arms, pinning them behind her.

  His other hand slid up between her breasts and settled around the base of her throat. He gave it a slight squeeze smiling at the way her pulse jumped under his fingers. "Do you trust me?" he said squeezing a little harder.

  She nodded again, chin bumping his fingers, excitement dampening her panties, making her tremble against him.

  His hand slid farther up her neck until it rested right below her chin. He cupped her face in his hand tilting it back so he could kiss her mouth. He nibbled at the corners before plunging his tongue deep.

  She moaned into his mouth. She felt the blouse loosen and fall to the floor and her arms were free, at least for the moment. She shivered when his fingers brushed her skin as he unzipped her skirt and tugged it down over her hips, letting it fall to a heap at her feet. He took one of her hands and guided it back between them to his cock. She stroked her hand over him, making him gasp. She bowed her head and her hair fell forward to hide her smile. It was her turn to gasp when she felt his hand in her hair, pulling her head back for another kiss. He turned her around roughly, his fingers tracing the line of her bra.

  "Take it off."

  She looked him straight in the eyes as she reached behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it slip off her shoulders, and slide slowly down her arms. She folded it, and tossed it on to the chair. She stifled the urge to cross her arms over her tits and even arched her back a little to give him a better view. She could feel the blush burn across her chest and face. She stood before him clad only in perfume from the waist up. He peeled her panties off, leaving her garters and stockings, and her pretty red shoes.

  "Now lie down on your back, on the bed."

  He gathered up the ribbons as she settled herself on the bed. She lay there trembling and half-naked. He knelt beside her, the ribbons a silky stripe across his lap. He took one in his hand and slowly drew the end of it across her lips. She watched as he lifted her wrist to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the pulse fluttering there. He leaned down and his mouth covered hers as he tied one of the ribbons around her wrist. He repeated the procedure on the other wrist. Leaning across her, he tied each of the ribbons to one of the corner posts of the bed. He sat back again and smiled at her. He took each of her feet in his hands, caressing and licking the insides of her ankles, tying a pretty ribbon around each, but leaving them loose.

  He moved around to kneel between her thighs, his hands running slowly up her legs, playing over the garters and feathering over her stomach. He lay down on top of her—still fully clothed, and kissed her deeply. He sucked on her tongue until she moaned. He sat back up, and stripped off his shirt before covering her with his body again, his chin resting on her chest.

  She inhaled slowly when he began licking the undersides of her tits, taking his time getting to her nipples. She squirmed underneath him, grinding her bare pussy against the zipper on the front of his jeans. He licked her nipples and then blew on them, finally sucking them hard, first one and then the other, making her whimper. She was getting frantic.

  "Fuck me baby, please fuck me."

  He glanced up from her tits to her face and smiled at her as he went back to licking and sucking and teasing. When he was sure she couldn't take another second, he got back up on his knees. The front of his jeans was damp where she had been rubbing against him. He took her ankles in both hands and pushed them back toward her shoulders burying his face between her thighs, licking and sucking her pussy. He slowly ran his tongue up and down her slit, a little deeper with each pass. She was gasping when his lips finally closed over her clit and he began sucking. She came almost immediately, her juices dripping. He lapped them up.

  As she lay shaking from her orgasm, he unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them partway down. He put her ankles over his shoulders and leaned into her body, his cock sliding right inside because she was so slippery. He began pumping into her, bending her further with each thrust, the red ribbons on her ankles trailing over his back. He bent her in half, kissing her again--impaled on his cock and his tongue. She was getting close again. She began grinding her ass against him, meeting his thrusts, whimpering underneath him, begging him not to stop. Her pussy clenched his cock, her whole body rocked by another orgasm.

  She could feel his hands hard on her hips, her pussy throbbing around him, as he held perfectly still. She could see he was about ready for his own orgasm. She squeezed him hard making him gasp. "Baby please," she whispered, "let me taste us together." He just stared at her a moment as what she said finally sunk in. He slid out of her and moved to kneel beside her head. She leaned up, and gently licked the pre cum off the head of his cock. He closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face. She sank the whole thing into her mouth and sucked him hard and fast hollowing her cheeks.

  "Oh fuck."

  She felt the first hot spurt hit the back of her throat, his hand grabbing her hair as he fucked her mouth. She licked and sucked until he pulled from her lips. He finished taking off his jeans and dumped them on the floor beside the bed. He got back up and molded himself against her, kissing her on the lips. He leaned up on one elbow and looked down at her.

  "So, now that your turn is over—it's my turn to tie you up right?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

  He kissed her again his fingers making small circles on her breasts. "Who says my turn is over?" her murmured against her lips. "We are just getting started."

  Night Rider

  The pale yellow moon rested high in the chilly March darkness, watching as I hurriedly ran to my parked car. Waiting for the motor to warm up, I sat gripping the wheel, as tiredness overcame me. I wanted supper, a shower and bed, nothing else. I drove at a timid pace, letting the maniacs fly around me. A close friend once told me that it is better to have an asshole in front of you, than a prick behind you. Finally, the blissful sight of my quiet house greeted my eyes.

  I ate a light meal of cheese and grapes, along with a glass of cold milk. I cleaned up the small amount of dishes, listening to the calming quietness of the house. I turned off the phone ringers, turned on the answering machine, making sure its volume button was on zero. No one would disturb me now. I needed peace of mind.

  I ran the bath water at the hottest temperature that my body would allow. The scent of pears floated in the room, as I watched the bubbles of the bath foam fill the tub. I lit a solitary candle and placed it on the rim of the tub. With a fresh towel and face cloth close by, I removed my clothes, to blissfully sink into the water.

  The bath gave me comfort, as the achy tiredness departed and relaxation became my state of mind. I stretched out, resting my head on the face cloth, using it as a pillow. The bubbles popped and crackled against my luminous skin. I stared at my legs for a long time, noting their sculptured muscles. The flickering yellow glow from the candles made them appear glamorous. I ran a manicured pink nail over my thigh, thinking how the right li
ghting can make anyone look like a beauty queen.

  I closed my aching eyes, trying not to review my harsh day of errors and disasters. I languished in the tub, as the bubbles burst around my breasts, releasing pear-scented dampness under my nose. The sensation caused my tawny nipples to harden. Under the candlelight, I watched them tighten, as the night air touched the tip of their peaks. Little goose bumps appeared around the large dark areole on each breast. I touched my right nipple with the left index finger. The sensation coursed down an invisible pathway straight to my nether regions. My smooth lower stomach tightened for a brief moment. I closed my eyes, repeating the subtle touching of my nipple. Comfort descended upon me, causing drowsiness.

  I awoke thirty minutes later to mutinous cold water and no pear-scented bubbles. I hurriedly scrambled out of the tub, wrapping the large fluffy towel around me. I briskly dried my body, as the bath water drained. I blew out the lit candlewick, which was drowning in melted wax and went to my pink satin-sheeted bed. To lazy to clad myself in pajamas, I slide under the covers for much needed sleep. I tossed and turned for about ten minutes with sleep displaying evasive action. The moon shone through my window, causing the pink satin to shimmer.

  My left nipple rubbed against the satin fabric, as I turned onto my right side. Stimulated, it stood at attention, proud and defiant. I cradled the whole breast with my right hand with the tense nipple drilling into my palm. With my fingers, I caressed the outer regions of the breast, the mound smooth and curvy. The soothing action of my fingers intensified the hardness of my nipple, escalating the sensations of arousal to my mound of Venus. I felt the resulting dampness in my outer labia and a yearning in my hot center.

  I pushed my palm against the rigid nipple, as I squeezed the whole breast with my hand. My nimble fingers twirled the tawny nipple. I moaned with pleasure, flipping over onto my back. With my free hand, I ran it over my smooth tummy to the soft trimmed hair at my pubic mound. The hair on my lips was matted to the skin, due to my dampened state of carnal need. My experienced fingers traveled the familiar roads of my pussy lips, teasing the slit.

  With my breathing erratic as my arousal mounted, my digits danced over my clit, first in little circles and then in an up and down motion. I tensed as my body sought the relief it craved with my pussy tightening up to explode in an orgasm. When I came, my legs and arms jerked, as the juices flowed around my fingers. I didn’t stop the probing of my pussy. I moved my fingers to an area on the left side of my over-sensitive clit, stroking in a circular fashion. This indirect stimulation and the continuous pull on my throbbing nipple created a realm of tingling sensations through my twitching pussy. I felt another climax building. My moans of pleasure sang a sweet song, as my fingers danced in rhythm. I came hard and with violence, grinding against my hand, causing the sheets to twist around me.

  Deep inside my hot center lurked a deep need that my fingers could not satisfy. Daughter of Diana that I am, I yearned to ride something hard and fast with wild abandonment, while the tempting moon shone through my window, urging me onward. I kicked the cumbersome covers from my toned limbs, crawling to the foot of the four-poster antique bed. I straddled the frame, gripping one of the posts with both hands. The sturdy frame had raised curves and blunted ridges, made from smooth polished cherry wood. With one foot on the floor and the other bent at the knee on the bed, I proceeded to slide my wet insatiable pussy over the curves and ridges of the bed frame. I whipped my head back and forth with hair flying. With the bed screaming like a banshee, I rode the frame like a lover, its hardness stroking my clit. My nipples grew to massive proportions never seen before, as my pussy soaked the wood, lubricating it, allowing my cunt to slide across it in liquid motion.

  I braced myself, as I knew that this orgasm was going to be of immense and mind-blowing proportions, while I continued to ride the bed frame, on the wind of abandon and race to the ultimate climatic finish line. My inner female sanctum heated, my ass tightened and my lower stomach hitched, as I came with the animalistic and savagery of one regressed to a primal status of existence. My juices flowed, soaking the bed frame’s cherry wood. My thighs clenched tightly around my substitute lover, as my body jerked in rhythm and rhyme with my cries of sexual release that echoed off the four walls.

  Sated, I fell onto the mattress, as the bed springs thanked heaven for the answered prayers of relief. I lay there trying to catch my breath, as night’s coolness whispered across my sweat-coated body. Weakened and exhausted, I retreated under the welcoming arms of my comforter, to slip into an erotic dream state, as the moon smiled with prideful approval at me, through my window. Its playful moonbeams danced across my bed, to soothe my brow, urging me into a peaceful deep sleep.

  The End.

  Going Up Going Down

  I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't wait to do this. I can't believe I'M DOING THIS!

  For all my big talk, my cunt talk, I'm still stunned that I'm standing here, dripping, my cunt wide and wet, waiting to be fucked by a man I've never laid eyes on, but am willing to be laid by.

  Laid by.

  This is a LAID BY.

  It's not a stand by.

  I'm sick of standing by!

  I need a laid by!

  I have no time to think of anything else because there HE IS.

  JEFF: My walking, but not talking, cocksman.

  Wow, I love that word. Cocksman.

  Cocksman For Hire! Though I'm not paying him. No. He's my Serviceman!

  Come Cocksman! Service me now!

  He smiles at me.

  I smile at him.

  I smile at the bulge growing in his pants. He licks his lips, swallows. Me too.

  The door opens again.

  I step inside. I walk to the back wall.

  I don't turn around. I wait.

  The door closes with a thunk.

  The floor drops away, I steady myself against the back wall. The floor presses the bottom of my shoes as the elevator stops.

  I can hear him moving toward me. I don't look, I just want to feel.

  He's standing close behind me now...oh FUCK!

  What were the rules? Oh, ya. No talking, no kissing, and something...oh, my cunt gets sucked first...well, okay, but it sure wants some cock in there!

  I spread my legs, squatting a little, my arms slide up the wall. My skirt rides up (I'm wearing a lovely business suit cut in the classic Chanel style).

  Why isn't he touchi-"AGGGHHHHHH!"

  WAS THAT ME?!

  Yes because...he's stuck his finger up into my cunt...he wasn't supposed to do that! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

  I fuck up and down on it, frantic! IT'S NOT ENOUGH!

  I turn around - open my mouth - his mouth is on mine - he digs in me with his tongue, his cock grinds against my mound, his finger still pumping in and out...pumping...now his thumb is on my clit...my happy fucking clit!! She's singing now...buzzing...humming...hmmmmm

  "Hmmmmmmmm hmmmmm" That's me again. I'm noisy. Always.

  "HMMMMMM" That's him! I love his sound!

  I NEED HIS COCK NOW!!

  "FUCK ME!"

  I sink to my knees, my torso falls forward, I press my cheek to the floor, my ass in the air, my pantyless ass, I feel my cunt open wider. I imagine how I look...white flesh, slash of dark pink folds hanging wetly out, puffy with anticipation...

  "FUCK MEEEE!! AAAGHHHHHHHHH!!!" He shoves that cock right in - "GUHH! GUHHH!' Me again.

  I'm suspended - my body weighs nothing - is nothing - but the piece of ravenous, squishy, squeezing, flesh clinging to his hot pole.

  My being is laser-focused right there, where it's hot and swollen and turgid and all the other words that can't describe IT...the FUCK.

  The ANIMAL FUCK.

  THE RUT.

  I'm not making love here. I'm being serviced by a cocksman of uncommon skill. As I deserve. My body is being satisfied. I need to fuck. I need to come. I need to come with my cunt clutching a hot co
ck, milking it, sucking it in.

  "UH UH UH UH UH UH!"

  Fuckme fuckme...I can't believe...I'm fucking this man RIGHT NOW! In an elevator!

  I'm on my knees, my ass in the air like a bitch in heat (come and get it!) and I'm taking it and loving it and look at me!

  I LOVE THIS!

  "AAGHHHHHHHH!"

  The noise is all me. He's silent, well, no, there was that one and if I listen...oh....

  It's the wet sound...how do you type the wet sound...the TSLA? The wet smacking, sucking sound....I LOVE THAT SOUND...TSLA TSLA TSLA!

  "UHN UGH UH UH UH! UHGH!"

  He RAMMED that one in! His balls slapping my belly!

  Ramming now...ram ram ramming...fuck...FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!