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Erotique
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Erotique Copyright © 2009 Nicole Austin
Edited by Shannon Combs.
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Electronic book Publication April 2009
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Erotique
Nicole Austin
Chapter One
“I can’t believe we’re going through with this!”
Nervous energy vibrated through Dani. Cold sweat chilled her skin. She took a deep breath and gave a huge shove, forcing neurotic distress to the back of her mind, shaking off the jitters. There would be no giving in to anxiety. Not now, sitting perched on the edge of her seat in a dimly lit, small and intimate sex club. No, it was time to reach deep inside for the courage to partake in her longstanding fantasy.
Her very own French connection would happen tonight in the notorious Pigalle, also known as Pig Alley—Paris’ red-light district. She’d visited the world-famous Divan du Monde and Moulin Rouge, even took a tour of Musée de l’érotisme, a museum of erotic art. Dani found the neighborhood to be a curious blending of cultures. Beautiful burlesque theaters right next to more conventional, respectable establishments. During the day, tourists mingled with local prostitutes and artists. After dark, it took on a rough edginess and was not a place for the faint of heart.
Pigalle marked the epicenter of Parisian adult entertainment. A playground for the bold and brazen. If you ventured down her boulevards, you’d better have an open mind, tenacious nature and be at ease with hardcore sexuality. Cabarets, strip clubs, peep shows and sex shops with flashing bold neon signs dominated the area, which was home to every X-rated kinky adventure imaginable. Exhibitionism and voyeurism. Sexual masochism and sadism. Dominance and submission. Bondage and spanking. Ménages and orgies. Sex before an audience…
My own personal favorite. Yum!
The erotic tableau provided a feast for the senses. Raspy moans joined the delicious slap of wet flesh to reverberate through the room in a sexy symphony, heating her blood. Her pulse soared, pounding in her ears. With each panted breath her nostrils flared as Dani devoured the musky scents of arousal, sweat and sex.
She’d never imagined watching men fuck would be such a turn-on. Two hard male bodies fit together surprisingly well. Muscles coiled, flexed, pumped, collided. Very different from a man tempering his strength for a soft woman, this pair held nothing back. Each powerful thrust met an equally robust drive. Hands fisted, pushed and pulled. Their kisses were raw, primal, teeth clashing, tongues plunging. The chair upon which they fucked rocked and groaned under the punishing abuse as one hunk rode the other before a captivated audience.
“Jesus, they are gorgeous,” she whispered. A lean wall of muscle pressed in closer against her side, making her pussy clench with desire.
Grasping her lower lip between her teeth, Dani managed to contain a needy whimper. The room had gotten hot. A sub-tropical, sweltering kind of hot. She plucked at the front of her dress, pulled the silk away from swollen breasts and blew a discreet stream of air onto the plump mounds being pushed up by a corset. The ache, which had started in her abdomen, spread even lower.
“Are you wet?” Warm breath tickled her ear, driving her to the brink of orgasm.
Dirty talk was her sexual drug of choice—Spanish Fly for her libido. Shot her right to the precipice of a high peak, perched on the rim, prepared for a stunning freefall into ecstasy.
“Mmm…I smell your cream. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t wait for our turn. Get you up on that stage, naked except for where our bodies are sealed together. My cock drilling into you balls deep. Filling your cunt while everyone watches. All the men wishing they were in my place.”
His hand slid up her inner thigh. Dani automatically spread her legs wider, welcoming the probing touch of his fingers, but she remained mesmerized by the show. The man on top tormented his partner’s nipples, raking them with his teeth. The seated man arched, an anguished cry parting sensual lips. He jerked and twisted on the chair, sweat-slicked skin glistened under the amber lights. The other man fisted his hair and yanked, snapping his head back to expose his neck. Corded tendons bulged as his throat was feasted upon.
Their unbridled passion, coupled with her husband’s teasing caresses, electrified her. Thick fingers separated her labia, two plunging into her moist pussy then retreating to leave her empty. Noisy slurping drew her gaze to her husband Mikael as he sucked her cream from the digits then pulled them out with a wet pop. She whimpered.
“I’m going to finger your ass, slam them deep,” he said, holding his hand out so she could see the coating of saliva. She pictured him suiting the action to the words, thrusting hard, twisting his wrist while she bucked and writhed.
“You remember our plan?”
Did she ever. Dani’s heart wedged into her throat rendering her speechless. She nodded, thinking of everything they’d discussed, how he would take her, use her body. His pale blue eyes reflected love and adoration.
She’d been blessed the day they met. After two years of dating and five years of marriage, their love continued to grow right along with the voracious physical hunger. If they were lucky, satiation would never be found.
God, how she loved him! Dani would do anything to please her man.
Mikael read her emotions with ease and quietly responded, “I love you too, babe.”
In a row behind them someone gasped. She glanced back, discovering most of the patrons were no longer merely spectators but active participants. Inspired by the show, men fisted reddened cocks. Couples kissed and fondled, a few in shadowy alcoves appeared to be fucking.
Before long it would be Mikael shafting her up on the stage as the audience listened. Watched. Climaxed. The mere idea excited her. Dani’s body buzzed with anticipation.
Mikael nodded toward the two men. “Look at them, Dani. Watch that wide cock…stretching him…piercing his ass.” His voice deepened, the choppy words escaping on panted breaths. She heard the heightened arousal in Mickael’s raspy tone, not needing to look at his groin to know his cock tented his pants.
“Imagine it’s you…riding me. Taking every inch. Those round cheeks…your lovely ass…muscles flexing…grasping my cock. Breasts bouncing. Legs pumping. Fucking yourself deep. Strangers watching it all.”
Sensual shivers ignited in her pelvis, intensified, raced along sensory pathways. Her hips rocked to an internal, primitive rhythm and her nipples elongated, tightening into hard points. She arched her back, put her breasts on carnal display, demanded his attention.
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bsp; Her response to Mikael had always been this way. Visceral and instinctive, forged by baser emotions. And he knew just how to play her body, work the tension. Seduce her with his words, tone and inflection. And what his French accent did to her, damn!
He cupped her cheek, traced the curve of her jaw, the column of her throat. Without hesitation, he delved beneath her dress, and scooped her breasts from the confining corset, pinching her aching nipples.
“Look around. Soon all those eager gazes will worship this beautiful body. Devour your salacious movements. Covet what only I will have. They will envy me. Itch for the feel of your soft skin beneath their hands. Contemplate the taste of your juices flowing over their tongues. Dream of your mouth, pussy and ass sheathing their cocks.”
“Oh yesss,” she gasped.
Patient and persistent, Mikael had made the effort to learn all her hidden desires then set out to deliver every fantasy, generating a yearning for new delicacies in the process. Last year she’d confessed to her greatest weakness—an extravagant lust—for the exhibitionistic thrill of having her sexuality put on display. Having others experience her intimate gratification.
His selfless devotion to her satisfaction still amazed Dani. There were no boundaries or limits to his generosity, as his anniversary gift to her proved. This luxurious trip. Time together away from their normal lives. And the fulfillment of her number one fantasy.
They had started out small, having sex in the car at night in a deserted parking lot. The potential for discovery driving them both wild. Each outing grew bolder, the risks bigger. The furthest they’d ventured was a dark, practically deserted movie theater. Kneeling between his legs, his hands fisted in her hair, Michael brought her to orgasm with just his voice as she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum.
From the pleasure-filled moans filtering through the club, she sensed the two men neared completion. She longed to join them. It wouldn’t take much to bring her off. The moment Mikael withdrew his hands from her body she wanted to scream in frustration, but he didn’t abandon her. Far from it.
“Watch. Listen. Almost there. You’re so hot, wet and ready. Look at them, babe.”
Listen? Look at them? She lacked the ability to turn away. Nothing short of the building going up in flames could divert her attention now.
“See him pounding down on that cock. Feel it. That’s my cock and you’re riding it with everyone looking. I can feel your pussy fluttering against me seconds before your body tenses. My heart bangs into my ribs once…twice…”
She felt it, imagining her body reacting exactly as Mikael described. Holding her breath, she waited out the orgasm, perched in a squatted position, hovering with only his crown snuggled inside her.
The fact her hips had risen above the chair barely registered in her consciousness. When the man slammed down onto his lover and screamed, her own cries joined with theirs.
“Fuck yeah! So good. Your pussy clamping onto my cock, squeezing tight. Hot cream everywhere, heating my balls, trickling down my ass. You’re rippling— spasming. Sucking the cum from my balls. Pulling me into you.”
Oh God! Yessss!
Had she screamed that out loud? Oh well, it didn’t matter. Not here or now.
Collapsed back in her seat, Dani panted through the aftershocks exploding along her clitoris and enjoyed the brilliant light show taking place on the back of her eyelids. Recovering from her orgasm took several minutes. When she finally opened her eyes to glance at the stage a woman was just finishing cleaning up.
Chapter Two
“Are you ready to live out your fantasy?”
She met Mikael’s intent gaze and nodded. A revitalizing rush of adrenaline screeched through her.
He hesitated, a firm hand restraining Dani when she would have risen. “Are you sure? If you don’t want to… You don’t have to go through with this just because we’re here. Only if you’re sure, babe.”
Happiness tightened her chest. Was it possible to love him more than she already did? Somehow, she doubted it. And although she expressed her feelings frequently, she doubted he could fathom the depth of her devotion.
Dani flashed a mega-watt smile to reassure her protective husband. “I love you, Mikael. As long as you’re still okay with this then yes…I want it bad!” She couldn’t resist this perfect opportunity to tease and lighten his serious mood. Dropping the smile, she tilted her head and turned a quizzical expression on him. “You’re not backing out on my present, are you?”
His brow crinkled and Mikael scowled.
“‘Cause I noticed a rather nice jewelry store near the hotel. If you’d prefer to buy me diamonds for our anniversary—”
His sharp burst of robust laughter was music to her ears and a balm for her soul. “Oh, that’s it. No out for you, babe. It’s show time. You’re going to march that luscious ass up onto the stage and get your present whether your want it or not.” He tried for a stern look, but the twinkle of merriment in his eyes ruined the effect.
“Yes sir.” He would still let her back out if she changed her mind, but his words allowed Dani to move forward and embrace the fantasy.
She gave a snappy salute then headed for the stage and a bed draped in red satin. A swarm of butterflies frolicked in her tummy until Mikael’s warmth enveloped her from behind, chasing away her anxiety. He placed a chaste kiss on her neck and moved away, taking a seat at the end of the bed.
The shift in his demeanor from loving husband to dominant lover was palpable. In a commanding tone he ordered, “Strip for us,” placing emphasis on the last word.
Dani glanced out over the audience. All eyes were on the stage—on her. Good! Exactly what she wanted. The focused attention of the crowd made her feel provocative, naughty, wanton.
What a rush!
Scintillating music played in her mind. Dani fell into the slow rhythm, swayed her hips, and started unbuttoning her dress, maintaining eye contact with Mikael.
Mmm…what a hunk. He’d been a handsome twenty-five year old bad boy when they’d met. A leather-clad devil. Now, seven years later, boyish charm had matured into controlled magnetism. The heat of his intense consideration fired her blood. Mesmerizing blue eyes blazed beneath the maroon scarf tied over his brow. He looked like the rakish captain of a pirate ship, wicked and charming. She wouldn’t mind being debauched by him. She wanted to reach out, run her hands over the crinkled cotton, then plunge her fingers into his thick shoulder-length hair.
While working the row of buttons running from breast to knee, she drank in his handsome features. Angular face and noble brow, nose a straight slash down the center. A trim goatee and mustache shadowed his jaw and accented generous lips. That coarse hair felt so good when it brushed her inner thighs and did crazy things to her insides.
His six-foot-three frame held the toned, lean muscles of a swimmer. His black muscle shirt displayed defined biceps, and worn, faded jeans highlighted powerful legs. Too bad he was sitting down and she couldn’t appreciate his glorious ass.
Finished with the buttons, Dani rolled her shoulders and the dress flowed down her back to pool at her feet. Mikael’s gaze blazed a slow path from the midnight blue leather corset pushing up her breasts, over her flat tummy to the matching thong, lingering on damp thighs before trailing along her legs.
“Now the top.” The words were gritted out from between tightly clenched teeth.
The zippered front made it a quick job to remove the corset. A low murmur of appreciation reached her from the darkened seating area, reminding Dani that she had an audience. She waited for Mikael’s almost imperceptible nod signaling her to proceed before moving between his legs, going down on her knees, and sliding her palms up his thighs. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she popped the button then pulled the zipper, releasing his cock into her hands. She held his thick shaft in a two fisted grip, licking her lips as a bead of fluid emerged from the narrow slit.
“Lick it, babe. Get me nice and wet.” He gathered her long blonde hair and held it o
ut of the way, ensuring the spectators had an unobstructed view.
She wasn’t able to stop a wicked grin from drawing one side of her mouth upward. He may have a plan, but right now the power rested in her hands. Quite literally, in fact. In a show of defiance, she flicked the very tip of her tongue out to scoop up the small pearl, and hummed in appreciation as his salty essence flooded her taste buds.
Dani shifted back and encouraged him to stand. She didn’t dawdle, quickly removing his shoes then stripping away his pants and socks, baring his body from the waist down. With a soft kiss to his hip and a hard push, she set him back on the bed and resumed her previous position between his legs.
Lifting his cock along six-pack abs, she nuzzled his balls, breathing in Mikael’s heady scent. She licked the shallow line separating the heavy sac all the way down and behind to lap at his perineum. She utilized great care not miss a spot, while licking his potent male flesh. He moaned—praise for her efforts—as she sucked on one side at a time.
“Yeah, like that. Roll your tongue. Ah, Jesus. Now suck.”
After she released the globes, his hands fisted in her hair, wrenched her head where he wanted it, and rammed his broad crown into her lips. He knew a bit of rough handling and slip of control got her hornier than hell. She opened wide, sucked him down her throat, twirling her tongue and taking most of his length.
Mikael growled, “Deeper. You can take me—all of me. Relax. Suck me down that pretty throat.”
Dani gave up teasing, immersing herself in pleasuring her husband. Her teeth scraped, giving him the slight edge of pain he enjoyed. Then she got really serious, sucked hard, hollowed her cheeks. Each stroke took him further and with a convulsive swallow, she overrode the natural gag reflex, admitting him deep. All the way. Until her lips pressed against his pelvis.
“Damn, baby. So good.”
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