Unspeakably Erotic

by D. L. King

  Anani let out a whimper, and then another as my fingers found the rhythm that drove her insane every time. She leaned back into me, her cries slowly intensifying, and Chloe pressed close, crushing my hand between their breasts as she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. The angle was slightly awkward, but I moaned into the heat of it as Anani’s cries grew frantic between us. Then her whole body shook and she let out the long, low moan that meant I’d driven her over the edge, and all three of us came down together, my hand gentling to a soothing stroke between her legs as the kiss between Chloe and I tapered off in intensity.

  When she released me, all three of us were flushed and breathing hard. Chloe grinned at me. “Is there a bed? Because I’d really like to eat you out.”

  Holy shit that was hot.

  Anani found her legs, grabbing each of us by the hand to lead us to my bedroom. My double had never seemed insufficient before, but now I wondered how we were all going to fit. But Anani and Chloe took charge, guiding me to the head of the bed and settling Chloe between my legs. Anani perched beside me, her fingers toying with my sensitive nipples. I felt strangely exposed, my lover on one side and a strange woman between my legs, her smile beguiling as she breathed deep, taking in the sight.

  Anani distracted me, leaning forward and taking one of my nipples in her mouth, and my eyes fluttered shut as she sucked hard. That was when I felt Chloe’s tongue tease across my lower lips, dipping only very gently into my folds. I cried out and let my head fall back, surrendering to the glorious sensations as two mouths worked lovingly over my body.

  Chloe was gentle and teasing, torturing me with the promise of paradise with each stroke of her tongue, while Anani sucked and nibbled hungrily, stirring me up and leaving me breathless with the wealth of sensations. When Chloe finally licked deep between my folds, plunging her tongue into the hot wetness at my core, I was more than ready. I cried out and spread my legs for her, urging her deeper. She flicked a couple of teasing licks across my labia before she complied, pressing her face into me to tongue my slit.

  The sensation was glorious. I was kept grounded— just—by nips and tugs at my nipples, distracting me from totally losing myself and forcing me to experience everything . . . I felt so full of pleasure I could burst.

  Anani, knowing exactly what my desperate pants meant, finally took pity on me. She smoothed her hand down my belly and found my clit. My whole body jolted with the sudden shock of pleasure, and then I began to tremble from head to toe as she applied the short upward strokes that were guaranteed to set me off like a fire-cracker.

  In seconds their combined efforts sent me over the top, my consciousness tumbling and my breath coming in fevered gasps. Chloe moaned as she lapped up my juices, and when her seeking mouth found my clit, I shrieked as another orgasm swept through me.

  Eventually my mind calmed and I became aware of soft hands stroking my body and warm mouths planting sweet kisses on my thighs and belly and throat. When Chloe saw me lift my head she came up to meet me, and her lips tasted of my own salty sweetness this time. I moaned as I swept my tongue through her mouth in teasing imitation of the way she’d devoured me, and she sighed contentedly into the kiss.

  All too soon, we parted, and Chloe moved away from the bed and began gathering her clothes. “I had a great time,” she said, glancing up as she wiggled into her panties. Anani rested against my stomach and watched her from the bed. “I’m sorry I have to cut out on you guys, but I have a really early shift and I need to get some sleep.”

  She came back to give us each one last kiss, and Anani rose with her to see her out.

  “Early shift?” I asked when she returned. “She’s local?”

  Anani hummed agreement. “She’s a nurse. Sexy, right?”

  “Sexy,” I agreed, stretching out on the bed. “But a local?”

  “A local who likes me . . . ” She came back to the bed and measured her length against my back, her softness pressing into my shoulder blades in a pleasant, comfortable way. “And who likes you . . . ” She kissed my neck and I shivered, whimpering. “And who likes hot lesbian threesomes without messy strings attached.”

  I could hardly think through the haze of pleasure that was rising in me at her renewed attentions, but I thought I could see what she was driving at. “Will we see her again? Like this?”

  “I was hoping you would want to,” Anani said. And then she bent her will to making sure I couldn’t think at all.

  DATE NIGHT

  Brey Willows

  I take out the black dress you asked me to wear, thinking about our impending night together, and remembering the beginning of us. You’ve always loved that deep V that shows lots of cleavage. But on our fantasy date nights you usually prefer me to wear something tight and short, something you can get me out of quickly. This dress is long and flowing and it makes me wonder just which fantasy you’re going to make come true.

  We’d just begun the dating dance and were learning where we stood with each other. You’d brought a bottle of expensive wine to go with the homemade dinner I’d invited you over for, most of which was burnt or undercooked. By the end of the night we were sharing some of our deepest fantasies between heavy make-out sessions and even more bottles of wine. After every kinky revelation, we learned just how compatible our tastes were. And damn if it didn’t soak my panties just thinking about you doing those things with, and to, me. I’d confessed to you that I wanted to have sex outdoors, and I wanted to be dominated. I had watched your eyes narrow thoughtfully as you listened, and through my haze of embarrassment I had a feeling you were already working out how to make it happen.

  “I’m going to make them all come true,” you said. “Each and every one, and any you think up later.”

  “I’d like to see you try, stud.” I had laughed and eventually we’d ended up in bed having a marathon sex session.

  I smiled at the memory as I slid on my dress and sat down to do my makeup. I let my mind drift back to that first fantasy date night, the first of many.

  “There’s a box on your doorstep. Wear exactly what’s inside, and nothing else.”

  I could hear the smile in your voice, and I felt my pulse race in response. I ran to the front door and grabbed the large box. Inside were the kind of clothes a woman only got to wear to a costume party, or for an evening’s thrill to spice up the bedroom. But I get to wear them for real. A note on top of the pile of all-black material said, I promised to make them all come true. Let’s start tonight. It’s date night, baby. Will you be my slave?

  I hugged the clothes to me and danced around the house, giddy with desire and excitement. I took my time getting ready, sliding every piece of clothing on, paying attention to the way it hugged me, considering the way it would feel under your hands. I wanted to look perfect, like someone out of your fantasies.

  You’d picked me up. We were uncharacteristically quiet, like the anticipation required a kind of respectful silence, as though anything mundane would ruin the spell. The look in your eyes told me I didn’t need to worry. You liked what you saw, and a tiny part of me was disappointed you didn’t just drag me back inside and undo all my hard work. But when we got in the car, and I saw how dangerous, how sexy, you looked in your tight jeans and tank, I didn’t give a damn where we were going, as long as I was with you. And when you wrapped bondage rope around my wrists, tying them together in my lap, I worried I’d leave a wet spot on your leather seat.

  Minutes before midnight we were in the middle of nowhere and you were about to make one of my kinkiest dreams come true. It was dark and deserted on the long desert road that didn’t seem to have an end and the only streetlamps were miles in the distance. Thousands of tall, shadowy cacti looked like a prickly army standing guard over the vast, sandy plain and scattered rock formations. Your hand rested warm and strong on my thigh. You turned off of the main road and onto a single-track dirt lane. After bumping and grinding along until the main road behind us was swallowed by darkness and
even the dirt track we were using faded into the shadows, you stopped the car at the base of a hill and turned the engine off, but left the fog lights on.

  “Out,” you said softly and gave my knee a gentle squeeze.

  I joined you at the front of the car, my head bowed and heart racing. Lifting my chin, you kissed me passionately, your tongue promising raunchy, sexy things to come.

  You pressed me against the car. Unbinding my wrists, you boosted me onto the hood and pushed me down so I was on my back, the heat a welcome contrast to the cool night air. Lying on top of me, you continued to kiss me and grind against me. I could feel your hard strap-on in your jeans and I moaned into your mouth. Even if the fantasy had ended right then, it would have been more than I’d dreamed would actually happen. In the dark, miles from anywhere, under your hard, strong body, I felt safer, and sexier, than I had ever felt before.

  Moving off me, you placed my wrists above me and secured them to the side mirrors with soft black rope. I tested them and smiled, secure in my bondage. You pulled my short black skirt up around my waist, exposing my lace-topped black thigh-highs and leather knee-high boots. Per your instructions, I wasn’t wearing any panties. The thrill of you starting your domination before we’d even left the house had made me so hot I could hardly contain my need to come, and I had very nearly gotten myself off right then. But somehow I knew that wouldn’t be playing fair.

  You unzipped the leather halter-top, baring my breasts to the midnight air. With my skirt bunched around my waist and my top pulled open, I felt deliciously exposed, wanton, and hedonistic. I heard you go into the car and when you came back you put the long riding crop on the hood between my legs.

  You ran your fingers down the inside of my thighs, caressing me, the calluses on your fingertips rough against my sensitive skin. You spread my legs and picked up the riding crop. I closed my eyes as the crop struck one thigh and then the other, over and over again.

  Instinctively, I began to close my legs against the pain. You stopped and stroked the welts gently while I caught my breath.

  “Never close your legs to me, love. Never. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, spreading my legs for you again. Nothing in the world has ever gotten to me the way simply spoken sexual commands have, and tonight was certainly no exception. I imagined my desire pooling on the hood of your car.

  “Good girl.”

  You began again, this time on my breasts. I screamed and bucked, pulling against my bonds as the thick leather tip struck my nipples and the soft undersides of my breasts. Before I could recover, you struck my stomach, my thighs, then moved back up again. I was screaming incoherently, begging, although I wasn’t sure what for. I wanted the pain to stop . . . but I didn’t. I wanted my hands free . . . but I didn’t. I wanted everything and nothing, but couldn’t articulate anything through the haze of endorphins clouding my mind.

  You stopped and your fingertips slid over the fresh welts. I jerked under your touch and heard you moan softly.

  “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, “and your pain is so fucking intoxicating. I want more.”

  Sliding two fingers through my wetness, you thrust into me and fucked me hard and fast. I rode your hand, never wanting you to pull out.

  You kissed me softly, gently, deeply, like your soul was open, pooling on your lips, just waiting for me to take it from you. I couldn’t get enough of your mouth, of your essence. I kissed you for all I was worth, pulling against my bonds as far as they would allow in an attempt to get closer to you. But you pulled away, took your fingers from their hot place inside me, picked up the crop, and began again, starting with my breasts and moving down my body with harder and faster strikes. I screamed, struggled, and fought not to close my legs against the pain as you beat my pussy and swollen clit. The blanket of brilliant stars in the black night sky spun above me, a whirl-wind of cosmic pleasure.

  You stopped and set the crop aside. Starting at my knee, you kissed a trail up my thigh, over my drenched pussy, across my stomach, between my breasts, and finally to my lips as you settled your weight on top of me. I cried out at the feel of your clothing on my welts, but you ground down on my thigh, and came within seconds. Even tied down, I felt powerful in that moment. My screams and pleas brought you to that moment, and I liked that. A lot.

  You reached between us and released your black silicone cock from your jeans. I moaned when I felt the stiff length of it against me. You brought the biggest one, the one I told you I probably couldn’t handle even after hours of foreplay. You jerked me to the edge of the hood, slid your hands under my ass, and entered me forcefully.

  I moaned and met every deep thrust of your cock. I came, and moments later, felt it when you came, too. I begged for you to keep going, and you did. As you fucked me even deeper and faster, I screamed for you, bound to the hood of the car, my heels resting on your shoulders as you gave it everything you had. Your hand closed gently around my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter as you slammed into me harder and harder. It is that moment I remember most clearly, I think—that moment when my life and sex were in your hands, and the only thing I wanted was for it to never stop.

  “Come.”

  I did, again. How could I not have, with that command in your voice? It was that tone, that domination I’d been looking for all my life.

  “You’re mine,” you growled softly. “You’ll take everything I have to give you.” The loss I felt when you pulled out of me completely was almost unbearable. You gently touched my stomach, caressing my skin as I came down. Tears coursed slowly down my cheeks, but they were tears of relief, love, safety, desire, and acceptance. Cleansing tears. Tears that came because I knew I’d been found. Not just me, but the me I kept hidden away, the part of me I couldn’t show anyone because they didn’t get it, couldn’t understand this intrinsic need I’d always had to be taken, used . . . owned. You kissed them away and I knew that no matter how detailed my fantasies had been, they were nothing compared to this feeling of sublime submission.

  “Can you take more?”

  “Anything for you.”

  “You may regret saying that.” You smiled to show you were teasing, but there was a definite hunger in your eyes that made me wonder if it was true.

  When you lifted my legs so my ankles rested on your shoulders, I moaned, begging, though for what I wasn’t sure. When the cold lube hit my ass, the first edges of panic set in. I saw you rubbing lube on a smaller cock, heard the wet sounds of it as you covered it, watched as you looked me in the eye seriously and said, “I want you to take it all.” You spread lube all over, pushing it inside me, around me, but never taking your eyes off mine. In that moment I knew I would take anything you wanted to give me, as long as you never stopped looking at me like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at.

  I cried out when you pushed the head of your cock into me, and you reached forward and placed a wad of material in my mouth, and I remember noting it was the black bandana you had in your back pocket the night we met at the bar. You knew, I think, that I didn’t want to disappoint you by crying out my safeword. Not on our first special date night.

  You pushed it in, gently, slowly, taking my ass as I screamed behind my gag, shaking my head and pulling hard on my ropes. You stopped for a moment, letting me get used to it, stroking my legs and stomach and rubbing my clit in gentle, small circles.

  You began to move again, and it was easier to take. You slid in and I bucked to take you more deeply. You growled and began to thrust, drove your cock to the hilt inside me, held my hips and pressed your face to the leather of my boots.

  I wasn’t articulate, especially with the gag in my mouth, but you seemed to know exactly what I meant when I looked at you with my eyes wide, my desperate need pouring out of me. You wrapped your arms around my thighs and began fucking me even harder.

  Soon, you pulled the gag from my mouth so you could hear me scream. You tugged and twisted my nipples, fucked my ass hard
er and harder, until suddenly you slowed and stopped, making small circles inside me. “Look at me.”

  I wearily lifted my head and opened my eyes, higher than I’ve ever been, riding a silver wave of pain like I’d never experienced. It was like being on all the best drugs the world had to offer, and I couldn’t imagine ever coming down. I also knew I was hooked, addicted to the kind of . . . of . . . not relationship. Not just fucking. Ownership. That’s what it was. You’d taken me and made me what I’d always wanted to be: your slave. I looked and saw you, my amazing, gorgeous master in your tight white tank, your cock buried inside my ass. Then I realized you were holding the other cock, the one you’d already fucked me with.

  With a grin you pressed it against my pussy and slid it in slowly. I moaned and began to cry. It felt like you were ripping me open, taking my soul in your hands and stretching it. But there was no way in hell I was going to use my safeword. I told you I wanted this night, and you were making it happen just the way I’d described it after wine and foreplay. I wasn’t about to ruin it by saying I couldn’t take it. I took a deep breath and concentrated on your face, on your strong jawline and beautiful green eyes, on the tats on your arms and collarbone that looked almost alive in the desert night darkness. You worked the dildo all the way inside me.

  “Breathe, baby. Breathe and let me show you a little bit about what belonging to me means.”

  I came, over and over again, and you followed me over the edge, coming in my ass as it tightened around your cock. I’ve never seen anything as awe-inspiring as you at that moment, letting go and yet in complete control at the same time. Sometimes it’s the image I fall asleep to at night.