She wrapped her legs around him and began to gyrate. Chad leaned back and started bucking against her as he gripped her tightly, then flipped her so that he was on top. He pushed her legs above her head and railed her good before coming deep inside.
*
Lazily, Jennifer stretched and yawned. A clock on the strange bedside table beside her said 2:14. It was afternoon! Sitting up, Jennifer reached for her phone.
“Oh my god! I’ve got to text Megan to come get me!
As she turned her phone on Chad shuffled into the bedroom, still naked, and pulled her into the shower
“I am not done with you yet”. He washed her back in slow soapy swirls as he fucked her from behind. Ah! What a wonderful way to wake up! Dreamily, Jennifer toweled off, got dressed and kissed him goodbye.
*
When Jennifer got in the car Megan, laughing, looked at her strangely. “What?”
Megan giggled
“Seriously, what?” barked Jennifer
“You are going to die. Look in the mirror.” Megan said.
Jennifer pulled down the visor to reveal a huge hickey on her neck. “Son of a bitch!” she said, as they both laughed.
Chapter 9
Jennifer met Vince in a chat room. Cursed with insomnia, she was trying to wind down. Amidst all of the perverts trying to get her to activate her camera (something she was staunchly against), she was contacted by Vince. He was the only one trying to talk to her like normal. He had a pic and said up front that he did not want to cam. The chat flowed, and they moved the conversation to text. Soon they were exchanging pics and talking on the phone. Vince was a Pacific Islander with model looks. He seemed very laid back and reserved.
“How about coming over to my place?” he asked her one day. It was a Saturday, and Jennifer wasn’t working. In fact, it had been a lazy morning of drinking coffee and chatting with Christie.
“Sure! Sounds good!” Jennifer threw on some nice, tight jeans, a sexy little shirt and carefully fixed her face, adding a generous spray of perfume.
*
Vince greeted her at the door, and took her into a cozy living room filled with overstuffed furniture, and tasteful accessories.
It wasn’t long before she and Vince were cuddling and watching a movie. But that was all. He explained to her that he had to know a person before he became intimate
“Different . . .” thought Jennifer, deciding that the closeness was a great warmup for next time.
*
Over the next few weeks Vince and Jennifer went out for dinner and occasionally. Each time he walked her to her door and kissed her good night.
Just as she was beginning to wonder if he was gay, Halloween arrived. Jennifer decided to stay home to watch scary movies while Christie (and the rest of the complex) were at the clubhouse party. She planned to join later in the evening, perhaps. A long week at work had worn her out, but one nap later and she was getting into her Lara Croft costume. Just then, Vince called and said he needed to see her.
When he arrived he was dressed as James Dean. He smelled incredible. He kissed her passionately as she opened the door. Then, gently taking her hand, Vince walked her out to the patio and pulled her pants down. Jennifer quickly separated one of the bar stools from her patio set, perched on it and drew him close, unbuttoning, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He thrust inside of her as he grabbed her hair and kissed her hard. They fucked like it was a scene out of a movie; so rapid and deep that her eyes rolled back in her head. They both yelled as they came, drowned out by the blaring clubhouse music and horror movie in the background. This shy guy had bottled up his attraction and let it all loose in one moment. He finished the movie with her and they headed down to the party.
As they walked into the room, hair tousled, eyes shining, Jennifer could see the envy in her friends’ eyes.
“What an awesome Halloween!” she thought to herself.
*
Once loosened up, this guy was crazy kinky. Role play was a new adventure he was leading her on, starting with a messenger at the door who arrived an hour before she was supposed to go out to dinner with Vince.
It was a big shiny black box, clearly from a clothing store, but there was no marking. Jennifer excitedly pulled on the big, hot-pink ribbon and let it fall to the floor as she opened the box. She pushed apart the tissue paper to reveal an invitation. It was from Vince. He requested her presence in one hour at his house. She was to wear the outfit he had picked out for her. That and nothing but a coat. A car would pick her up.
Jennifer liked her new little mission. She delved into the box to reveal a black lace, see-through nightie and matching crotchless panties. As she was told, she dressed in only those two garments with a trench coat over them, and walked to the car. The driver was waiting and he opened the door for her.
After she was seated, he handed her another envelope that said “I am glad that you have completed the first part of your mission. Please enjoy the party favors I have prepared for you. When you get to the house, you will find an envelope taped to the front door containing the next part of your mission.” Jennifer smoked the joint and enjoyed a snifter of Hennessy as she relaxed.
The next envelope read “Please take off your coat, go to my bedroom, and lay down under the covers like you are going to bed. There is a mask on the nightstand. Wear it. I will be up shortly with the surprise in your scenario. You are only allowed to do as I say form this point on.”
Within minutes she sensed a presence in the room. A gloved hand was over her mouth.
A man’s voice whispered malevolently, “Do as I say and I won’t kill you. I am going to remove my hand and you’d better not scream”. Jennifer nodded wildly. She remained frozen as she felt her hands being bound behind her back. Then her feet. She felt the cool metal of a knife running down her nightie as he slit it open. Two familiar hands grabbed her huge tits, and rotated, caressing them, licking them.
He leaned over her and whispered “Oh, you are such a good little slut doing what you’re told”. He raised her straddled thighs in the air and placed them over his shoulder as he knelt, his knees rubbing up next to her ass. He lifted her pussy into his mouth and parted her lips as he dangled his tongue wildly up and down. She could hear him exclaim “mmmm”. He then pulled her closer so he could stick his cock in. Her ass was resting on top of his thighs. The angle was amazing as he drilled her. He then pulled her upright and grabbed her neck as they climaxed.
“What a rush!” she exclaimed as he removed her mask.
Jennifer observed how the element of danger really played into her heightened arousal. She would have never agreed up-front to role-play rape if he had asked, but she was so glad he did it. The feminist in her was stomping in outrage but her inner whore was applauding. And since the whore had her ear, the next adventure was not far away.
*
She was in a closet, all darkness. Jennifer felt the wall against her back. Hanging scarves tickled her face. Her stomach was churning. “Just our little secret. . . would destroy everyone . . . “ *
Chapter 10
Jennifer was becoming lonely and decided to go back to the personals. She found an ad from a guy who ran an IT consulting business from his home. Having a sapiosexual side to her sexuality was a new insight for Jennifer. She found herself drawn to men that she found mentally stimulating. This was a new chapter in her love life.
Carlos was handsome, make no mistake. A light-skinned Hispanic man with thick brown hair and crystal blue eyes. When they met for coffee she was mesmerized. When he invited her back to his place, she agreed without hesitation. He showed her around his three-bedroom townhouse. At the top of the stairs, there was an office with a massive desk that housed eight monitors. The corner bedroom was his bedroom, a California-king sized bed with dark red sheets. She ran her hands across it, and imagined rolling around naked. He grabbed her hand and showed her the final room which was filled with servers.
Jennifer was wondering if she
had misread him. What kind of man walks a lady to his bedroom and guides her out? She decided to play along. His house, his rules. He took her downstairs to the kitchen. This Latin lover had a tray of tequila shots with salt and lime prepared in the freezer. Jennifer’s reservations that this brainiac would be dull began to fade away. Carlos unbuttoned her blouse to expose her shoulder and ran his tongue along it followed by salt, then placed a lime in her mouth. He licked the salt, did the first shot and took the lime from her mouth, kissing her lightly in the process. Jennifer felt a shiver and it took a moment to collect herself.
Jennifer licked the inside of his wrist sensually as she made eye contact, added salt, grabbed the shot and lime as she dropped to her knees. She licked the salt, did the shot and, with the lime on her mouth, she French-kissed him deeply. Carlos grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up to sit her on the counter. He kissed her passionately. They finished the tray of shots and moved to the sectional couch. He sat on the chaise and pulled her between his legs with her back to him.
He licked her neck as he whispered “I want you”. Standing up he pulled her to her feet. He hiked up her silky skirt to pull her panties down, and pulled her toward him. His hands were wandering inside of her. Jennifer unbuckled and removed his pants with intensity. Carlos pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He gripped her ass and pushed his cock deep inside her.
Whispering in her ear he said, “Look at me” and pulled her face to his. “I want to watch your eyes as you submit to me.” He fucked her deeply as he grabbed her ass hard. Just as she was coming he kissed her and said, “You are mine”.
*
The voice droned in Jennifer’s memory. “Baby, you are mine. Only mine. Always mine . . .”
Jennifer screamed. “No, Mama! No more! No!”
Carlos stood stock still. His eyes filled with tears. Taking Jennifer in his arms he stroked her back, her hair, her bottom. Jennifer found this so sexy. Then he lifted her up and started fucking her against the wall, all the while keeping eye contact and kissing her passionately.
Jennifer had never felt This before. This connection was mental, emotional and physical at the same time.
She knew she was on a whole other level with this guy. He kept her coming back for more. “What will happen?” she wondered. Jennifer was ready to follow this new journey. For a small-town girl who had never let loose it had been quite a ride!
The end
Toying With Fire
Chapter 1
Rachel is beautiful. Perfect tits, great legs, and a killer ass. She has the kind of hair that makes you think of a waterfall-a blonde, perfectly highlighted waterfall. Her skin is flawless, lightly kissed by the sun, not tanned, with just a few strategically placed beauty spots. Her eyes are the kind of grey that seems to look right through you. And her lips…her lips…
Jeff has imagined her naked many times. It wasn’t hard either, because she was always wearing the shortest summer dresses, or a bikini. She seems to fit perfectly in the Bahamas, like she was placed there, for the frustration and amusement of every man around. If your dick wasn’t hard to begin with, it was just a matter of time, because she would do something; flick her hair, run a finger over the rim of her glass, or just breathe on you in a certain way, and you were rock solid.
The problem is, Rachel Goode is married to Brenton Goode, Jeff’s best friend. And when they asked him to come along with them on their annual island holiday, Jeff knew that it was going to be frustrating. He just didn’t know HOW frustrating it would be.
“Are you coming down to the pool with us?” Rachel asks Jeff, standing in his doorway to his hotel room. Jeff has just gotten out of the shower, and he has nothing on but a towel. He tries to hide his growing hard-on with the door as he speaks to her.
“I’ll be right down…” he says, wanting her to leave. Actually he wants her to come inside and wrap her perfect little mouth around his perfectly curved cock.
There are few things worse than lusting after your best friend’s wife. And one of these things is certainly having your best friend’s wife parading herself in front of you at every opportunity. It feels sometimes, at least to Jeff, that Rachel is fully aware of what she is doing. She seems to know the power she wields over him, and she seems to love it. She seems to be toying with him.
He hates this, of course, but says nothing, choosing rather to suffer in his characteristic silence. Jeff goes back to the bathroom when Rachel leaves, needing to pay some much needed attention to his cock now, which is so hard that it is throbbing, dripping with precum already, aching for fingers, any fingers to wrap around it. Unfortunately, yet again, it will be Jeff’s fingers that take him over the edge.
Jeff opens the shower again, just because he knows that he will need to clean up afterwards anyway. The cool water runs down his chest and over his cock. It’s not a bad cock either, about 8 or 9 inches of solid meat, with a distinct bend halfway up the shaft. It is neatly circumcised, although he has come to regret this cut, wishing that he still had a foreskin to keep his head sensitive. But there really is no point in crying over a cut cock, he thinks.
He pours some shampoo on his palm, and starts to lather it over his tool. It feels good, but not as good as the space between Rachel’s thighs would feel, he imagines. There must be some rule, something in some book about lusting over your best friend’s wife, fantasizing about her like this, but right now Jeff doesn’t care. He needs to shoot another load with images of Rachel flashing like an old Hollywood film through his mind.
Again, with the way she has dressed this whole vacation, this isn’t too hard.
Jeff pulls from his base to his head, running his fingers over his thick tip and then running them back down his shaft, all the way to his balls. Over and over again he does this, until he settles into a rhythm. Then he uses the fingers on his other hand to feather his balls. When the feathering isn’t really doing it for him he squeezes his nuts hard, and then tugs on the sack. All the while he maintains his stroke on his cock.
He starts to see the orgasm that has been building inside him since he opened the door to Rachel appear over the horizon. He goes at himself with more verve, trying to picture her mouth moving up and down on his dick now. He knows that it is not possible, but for the sake of this fantasy, his entire shaft disappears into her mouth, reappearing only when she needs to breathe. She is an expert at sucking cock, he thinks, but he really has no frame of reference for this. Brenton never talks about their sex life.
He will go on and on about how hot his wife is, how great her ass is, how perfect her tits are. But he never talks about them actually fucking. With a woman like Rachel though, you would want to keep that shit to yourself. You already know that every man wants to fuck your wife, so why would you actually give them more reason to pursue what is essentially a hidden fantasy, a guilty pleasure, and a secret desire? Why would you brag about how great the sex was, knowing that it would just mean that the guys you hang out with hate you even more?
Brenton is not a bad looking guy either, so it is really one of those rare cases where two beautiful people just come together and decide, hey, let’s fuck with everybody, get married, and enjoy watching the world lust after us from a distance. It’s sickening. And as Jeff shoots his load, he starts to think of ways that he can avoid the burden of this sickening pair for the rest of this island holiday.
After he has washed the seed from his cock, he puts on shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals, grabs a towel, and goes down to the pool to commence with his torture…
Chapter 2
When he gets to the pool Rachel is lying on a chaise next to the water. Brenton is in the pool. He looks at her, her bikini top barely covering her tits, the bottom part of it just covering her snatch. Shit she is really a beautiful woman.
“Hey Jeff,” she says, patting the chaise next to hers. He really doesn’t want to sit so close to her.
“Hey,” Jeff says, taking off his t-shirt and kicking off his sandals. He throws
his top and towel on the chaise and jumps into the pool over Brenton’s head. Playing in the water with his best friend is the safer option.
Brenton comes up behind him and turns him so that he is looking at Rachel now. He holds him so that he has no choice but to look at her. Jeff finds this strange, and he struggles against his grip. But Brenton is very strong.
Rachel is rubbing sun tan lotion on her belly, standing so that every part of her is visible to every man in the pool.
“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Brenton says.
“You know she is…” Jeff responds, irritated. He really wishes that he had brought someone with him on this trip. He could afford to pay for someone else. He could have afforded his own trip. But the couple insisted on bringing him along at their expense. Jeff really feels that it was just to torture him, to punish him for sins that he hasn’t even committed yet.
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