Gotta Have It

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  I leaned a fraction closer to the hole, straining to see anything at all. As I did, I was confronted with the surreal sight of a large, thick cock moving straight toward me. I backed away, letting the full length of it come through the circle. I gasped, unable to stop myself from reacting to the size of it. My ears and cheeks burned hot, the tingling that had started in my fingertips spread through my entire body. Closing my eyes for a second, I pressed both palms flat against the wall and leaned forward. My eyes flew open as my tongue made contact with the flared tip of the stranger’s dick. I could hardly believe it was happening; it felt so unreal.

  As I wrapped my lips around his big cock and took him into my mouth, I cast a thought to who my mystery man might be. He stayed still, but I could hear his heavy breathing through the thin barrier between us. I edged closer to the wall, eager to suck as much of him as I could deep into my throat. I tried to imagine him, pressed up against the wall of the closet, his face contorted with pleasure; eyes shut tight and his lips parted.

  My hands flew to my button-fly, my fist finally closing around my aching cock. My other hand went to the base of his cock, jerking us in the same steady rhythm. I heard a thud and then a soft moan as I ran my tongue repeatedly over the ridge of his cockhead. Enveloping him again, I rocked faster on my knees, his quiet cries egging me on. I opened my mouth wider, allowing his cock to nudge the back of my throat. Both my hands were moving at a frenetic pace, and I knew I was too close to the brink to stop myself.

  I tasted him before I heard him, the first spurt of his hot come followed by a harsh groan and what sounded like a fist hitting the wall. Each erratic thrust of his hips was punctuated by a fierce growl of the word fuck as I swallowed his load hungrily. My own body began to spasm, my clenching muscles forcing shot after shot of my come onto the floor. I swept my tongue over his slit, urging one last gasp from him. My hands slowed and all the restless movement between us came to a halt. His softening cock left my mouth, and I watched it disappear through the hole, back into the black. I stared at the dark circle, scarcely able to comprehend what had happened. After a few minutes, I got myself together and walked out of the theater.

  I thought for a moment of heading to the closet door, to find out the identity of my secret partner. But I headed out into the night instead. Some things were better left a mystery.

  HUNGER

  Maria See

  Wrapped in a comfortable blanket, you lie here, looking like my child.

  I am on my side. You are facing me, sucking. My nipple is in your mouth, and I caress your hair, kiss your forehead.

  You are sucking lightly. It feels like you are being careful. “Don’t worry about hurting me,” I tell you, in case you are. I want you to hurt me. I want you to know that hurt does not deter me. I want you to be selfish. The needs of children always are.

  You become more rough in response. You suck harder. Every now and then you use your teeth.

  And now I am dripping wet.

  I think of touching you, but the thought is an uneasy one. It doesn’t feel right to be sexual with you right now.

  You feel innocent, young, in this space.

  I want to lactate. In your mouth. I want to feed you, protect you. I hope this takes a long time, that you do not tire and move. I want you to stay here. And when you are gone, I want you to come back. I want you to come back each time a woman breaks your heart. I will be here to care for you. I’ll hate her for hurting you. I’ll be silently thankful that, in doing so, she returned you to me.

  You fall asleep. I wait awhile before moving your head and heading to the bathroom. I wipe up the puddle that has run down my thighs.

  I return to bed and to holding you.

  In the morning, the water hits my raw nipple in the shower. The sting reminds me that you were attached to it. That you needed me. That you still do.

  THE TIPPING POINT

  Lolita Lopez

  Mia shivered as Cal brushed the looped end of the braided rope against her collarbone. The silky rope followed the curve of her naked breast, teasing the stiff peak begging for attention, before sliding even lower along the sloped plane of her bare belly. Cal playfully swatted the tender lips of her sex with the looped braid. Mia hissed at the sting and pressed back against the stone wall. The shock of the cold masonry on her hot skin forced her ramrod straight.

  Cal’s fingers tangled in her black hair. He claimed her mouth with a possessive kiss, his tongue darting between her lips and swiping her own. A hint of peppermint licked at her taste buds. She gave a little mewling sigh and shoved her aching breasts against his chest. The pearlescent buttons lining the front of his crisp cotton shirt lightly scratched her flesh. Cal abandoned her lips and nipped the edge of her jaw. His teasing bites moved ever lower, sliding along her throat to the swell of her breasts. He sucked on one nipple and then the other. With his tongue and teeth, he teased her erect nipples until they were glistening and ruddy.

  Mia breathed heavily as arousal blossomed in her chest. Her pussy ached with need and seeped its slick juices. Already she could feel the sticky wetness pooling between her thighs. She squeezed her knees together in a desperate attempt to calm the overwhelming urge to open wide and beg Cal for his cock. A deliciously dirty image filled her mind: Cal taking her up against the wall as she clutched at his shoulders and sucked on his earlobe. She bit her lower lip at the phantom sensations of Cal pounding into her.

  The looped end of the rope caressed her cheek. Cal fixed her with a searching gaze. She swallowed hard and gave a little nod. Desire burned bright and hot in Cal’s eyes. He wasted no time working his magic with the rope. With deft movements, he bound her in the hemp fibers. Her breasts jiggled with every tug and tie. Rope zigzagged her torso and hugged her thighs and buttocks. The harness framed the plump lips of her cunt and squeezed her ample breasts, amplifying the heavy ache of her aroused flesh. She reveled in the intimate embrace of the rope.

  Dropping to his knees, Cal outlined her navel with his tongue. He nuzzled his nose against her bare sex and inhaled her musky scent. He backed her up against the wall and forced her knees wide. The rope cupping her sex heightened her arousal. Mia’s toes curled as he delved into her pussy, his pointed tongue swiping the length of her slit. When he circled the swollen kernel hidden between the folds, she tipped her head back and cried out. The sound echoed off the walls of the basement playroom.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  His tongue dipped inside and gathered the cream at her entrance. Mia pumped her hips against his invasion. She wanted to milk every ounce of sensation from that talented mouth. As he lapped hungrily at her cunt, Cal slowly pressed one of his thick fingers into her. Another finger followed the first and then another. Mia swiveled her hips and rode his hand as he brought her to the brink of orgasm—and then stopped.

  “Cal!” Mia shoved her pussy against his lips but he made no move to give her release. “Please.”

  Cal sat back on his heels and smiled devilishly at her begging tone. His fingers still buried in her cunt, he shook his head. “Not yet.”

  On fire and frantic with need, she twisted against the wall. “Bastard.”

  He chuckled softly and rubbed his lips side to side across her mound. “Undoubtedly.”

  The vibrations of his voice buzzed right though her clit. The engorged nub pulsed. She was just a few quick tongue flicks from tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. Mia clenched Cal’s fingers inside her slick passage. He remained completely still, watching her, waiting. It was time to barter.

  “What do you want?”

  Cal enjoyed trading pleasure for discomfort. Under his careful and patient tutelage, she’d been introduced to the sometimes overwhelming but always satisfying world of BDSM. Mia was new to the concept of predicament bondage. They’d ventured close to the line of complete surrender, but Mia’s hesitance and uncertainty kept her from giving in completely.

  Rising slowly, Cal cast a glance behind him. She followed his gaze to the
suspension hooks hanging from the ceiling and gulped. He’d spoken of his desire to subject her to his sensual tortures while she dangled bound and helpless from the hooks. While the intricate rope harness was beautiful, it also served a more practical purpose. The silken fibers would bear her weight and allow Cal to place her in whatever position satisfied his fantasy.

  Could she do it? Could she grant Cal complete control? Trust wasn’t the issue. Mia trusted Cal implicitly. No, it had more to do with her fear. The thought of being completely at his mercy was simultaneously frightening and thrilling. He could lick her cunt or subject her to his various toys or shove his cock into her ass if he wanted. Their safeword was always an option, but lost in the throes of passion, could she deny him anything?

  A quiver of panic pierced her core. This was it. Tonight she took the plunge into a new world of sensual possibilities. She yearned to feel the sweet agony of pleasure and pain at the peak of her climax. She craved the gratification only her complete submission to Cal could provide.

  Cal offered his hand. She placed her palm on his. Cal’s warm, strong fingers clasped hers. His brow lifted questioningly. “Well?”

  Mia took a bold step forward. She gasped at the naughty sensation of the rope squeezing her labia together. Her clit throbbed. Cal smirked knowingly. She moved closer, so close she could smell his spicy cologne, and buried her nose against his throat. His pulse jumped against her tongue. She licked his lower lip before sucking it between her teeth and nibbling it gently.

  Cal issued a throaty groan. Mia pulled back just far enough to stare into his eyes. Her free hand found its way to his chest. His heartbeat thudded against her palm. There was no mistaking his excitement. She hovered on the verge of coming with anticipation of what their night together would bring.

  “I surrender.”

  THE ADVANTAGE OF WORKING FROM HOME

  Kay Jaybee

  Now that I’ve had time to take it all in, I can see that it wasn’t actually how hard the door was as he propelled me bodily against it, but the coldness of its shiny white surface that got my senses really going. Not that they were slow in kick-starting—they never are where he’s concerned. The moment I saw his car stop outside my house, my pulse rate tripled.

  I hadn’t known he was coming. I never know when he’ll turn up, but I guess it’s roughly once a month. The advantage of working from home is that he’ll always catch me in.

  He said nothing as he strode into my house, but his expression was fixed and determined. Marching into the den, he grasped my arm, and paying no heed to the mountain of paperwork littered across the carpet, twisted me round, slamming me face-first into the door he’d just closed.

  Pressing his chest onto my back, he pulled my brown ponytail sharply, levering my head backward so that his teeth could graze my neck.

  I could smell the heady tang of sweat on him as his stubble scratched my skin and my right cheek was pushed flush to the paintwork. One hand seized my neck, pinioning me in place, as the other wrenched my red shirt from my jeans. A warm palm shot inside my top, flipping my bra beneath my tits, making me sigh with relief at their release from captivity. All the time, his face was so close to mine that I could hear his ragged breath.

  Thick fingers squeezed my nipples. I tried to move, but the minute he felt me attempt to wriggle he stopped what he was doing, grabbed both of my wrists and dragged them upward, so I was clasping the lip at the top of the door frame.

  Still my lover didn’t speak, but his intentions were clear. With my body stretched from top to toe, he tugged my trousers and panties down and struck each buttcheek stingingly hard with his palm.

  My groan of pain and longing sank into the wooden door as, with my hands still high above my head, he swiveled me at the hips so that my torso was at an angle to the rest of my body. Then, lifting up my shirt, he alternately began to spank my breasts and my ass with one hand, while the other remained on my neck, the pulse in his wrist hammering against my skin.

  I broke the silence then: “Oh, fuck, honey, this is just so…”

  I didn’t finish my sentence. Maneuvered away from the door by the elbow, my trousers and knickers were yanked from my ankles. Then I was picked up, tipped backward and dropped onto the thin brown carpet, my head knocking over a pile of files that had been awaiting my attention.

  An urgent finger began to trail between my outstretched legs, as the battery of blows and pinches continued to beautifully abuse my chest.

  My brain, in a whirl of delicious sensations, suddenly registered that my arms were now free, and I reached toward his kneeling body, heading straight for the stiff dick I knew I’d find beneath his combats.

  Rubbing and squeezing his encased dick in time to his smacks, I found my voice again as his finger moved faster over my clit, “You know…” I gasped, swallowing back the rising need to come, “I could suck your cock while you’re doing that.”

  It took less than a second for him to spring his dick from his boxers. Sliding my lips up and down his shaft, I sent my tongue flicking restlessly over his tip, as he continued to abuse my chest and smear the juice from my pussy over and around my nub.

  A prolonged cry of desire escaped from his lips as he abruptly stopped kneading my breasts and pussy, leaving me panting and feeling awash with neglect while he stared down at my disheveled body.

  This period of calm was short lived, however, as shuffling forward on his knees, he then hoisted my legs into the air, supporting my ankles on his shoulders.

  Without needing to be told what to do, I raised my hips so my snatch met his cock, my channel gripping his length as he entered me with lubricated ease.

  Then he was slamming into me, the tight skin of his balls slapping my flesh with thrust after thrust. Shutting my eyes to concentrate on the sensations racing around every inch of my frame, I heard the faint change in the tone of his breathing and knew he was about to come.

  Opening my eyes, I locked them into my lover’s dark brown gaze, reveling in the expression of hunger that reflected back at me. I allowed myself to let go then, to let the ache in my tits, the bruises on my ass and the craving that had built up in my crotch be released.

  Throwing a hand to my mouth as I came, biting into my skin to prevent the scream that was hurtling up my throat from echoing around the small room, I shook, spasming against his spunking cock.

  He bent lower, almost folding me in half. My ankles, still resting on either side of his neck, were as near to my own shoulders as it was physically possible for them to be. If he’d pushed his face an inch nearer, he’d have been able to kiss me. But he didn’t press forward that inch, and neither did I.

  We just stared at each other, our eyes burning, taking in the minutiae of our flushed faces. I swear he can read my thoughts. I’m damn sure I can read his.

  Ten seconds later he smiled; a huge face-lightening smile that transformed his previously dominant, lustcreased features. “Hello, Jess.”

  “Hello, yourself.”

  He heaved himself off me, and I eased my legs gently to the floor.

  It was only then that I realized how few clothes had been removed in our haste for a fuck, and in less than a minute we looked as though he’d merely popped in for a chat.

  Touching my cheek affectionately, he said, “I have to go.”

  I kissed him briefly, already knowing what he was going to say next. “Will you be around next month?”

  “I work here, honey, I’m always around.”

  Then he was gone, and I tidied up the work that we’d accidentally scattered across the floor….

  Sorry, I went off the point a bit there, but in answer to your question, yes, it can be a bit lonely working from home sometimes, but as I said, there are definite advantages.

  FOR DESSERT

  Jordana Winters

  Tess peered around the corner of the newspaper at the sound of Courtney rummaging through the fridge. A creature of habit, Tess was reading the day’s news while drinking her nightly pepper
mint tea.

  Her upper half hidden by the fridge door, Courtney’s voice sounded muffled. “What do you want for dinner tomorrow?”

  Ready for bed, Courtney was barely dressed in a camisole and panties. Tess’s gaze came to rest on the parts of Courtney she could see—her calves, thighs and ass. Bent over, in pink boyshort panties, Courtney’s ass was a vision to behold.

  The curves of her beautifully rounded cheeks peeking out from below her panties were primed for a light slap, a caress or a grab. The Celtic-style tattoos that wrapped around each of her hips never failed to titillate, forcing Tess’s gaze upward to Courtney’s slim waist and the bare small of her back.

  Tess folded the paper and laid it down on the table. How long had it been since she’d had her hands on her girlfriend’s ass? Five weeks? Maybe six? There had been no good reason for it. Life, she supposed. Both of them had been busy with work. Following that, Tess had been plagued by a brutal flu, ensuring that sex was the last thing on her mind.

  “Your ass looks great.”

  “What?” Courtney asked, and the sight of all of her appeared from behind the fridge door.

  Courtney looked just as good as she had the day they’d met, although now she looked more beautiful and vibrant because now Tess was in love with her—explicitly so.

  “Your ass looks great,” she repeated.

  “You still think so?” Courtney teased.

  “Are you kidding me? Your ass is sublime!”

  Courtney’s ass had been one of the first things Tess had noticed. At the gym, on the Stairmaster, her brunette ponytail swinging with her movements, she was gorgeous. In shorts and a tank top, her cheeks red and cleavage glistening with sweat, Courtney had pounded away on the machine. Courtney’s body and beauty would be the envy of any woman and ensured the pursuit of any straight man. Tess wasn’t alone in her scrutiny of Courtney. Men’s eyes had followed her as she crossed the room to a treadmill where Tess was able to get a better look at her and truly appreciate the twin globes of her perfect ass.