Pink: Hot 'n Sexy for a cure: The Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology

by Tara Oakes

  “Oh god, please don’t—“ she started, cutting off immediately when I slapped my hand over the lower part of her face, effectively cutting off her airflow—while I continued to finger fuck her. She held still for a few moments but then started to writhe as panic set in, sending the last bit of sushi flying. Rather than stop, I increased my speed until I felt her start to come—and pulled both hands away just before her climax could hit her.

  Her pants, harsh and loud as she sucked in air, hung between us, and my cock informed me in no uncertain terms that the time for teasing was over.

  Jack picked up that last sushi with his chopsticks—unused so far—dunked and ate it, before he frowned at me.

  “Why the chopsticks? We clearly didn’t need them.”

  “Not for eating, no,” I agreed, reaching for the rubber bands. Now that her tits were free of food, it was easy to effectively clamp her erect nipples between the lengths of the sticks and secure them in place with rubber bands on both ends—also increasing the pressure thusly. Erin gave another whimper, which got her a harsh slap on her other tit, before I nodded for Jack to do the honors on that side. He hesitated at first but then followed suit, his eyes fixed on the slowly darkening nipple.

  “I think we’ve teased her enough, wouldn’t you say?” I proposed, readying the knife once more.

  “Are you asking me or my cock?” Jack wanted to know. “Because I think I’ve learned an entirely new definition of blue balls today.”

  Snorting, I brought the knife to the middle of her thigh—edge up—and started cutting the saran wrap away until I reached her hips. That still left her knees and ankles tightly secured—with soft fabric wedged in between to keep the bones from bruising—and her arms plastered to her torso. She probably could have pulled her wrists—still tied to her thighs—free but she didn’t. Instead, she let me roll her partly over so I could pull the cut wrap away from her ass.

  “Can you carry her over to the couch?” I asked Jack, not bothering with trying to figure out a two-men solution for that. Just yesterday he’d bragged again how much he bench-pressed the other night—might as well put those muscles to good use.

  He picked Erin up easily, although there was some staggering involved to clear the counter, and I followed them, pulling off my shirt in the process.

  “How do you want her?” Jack inquired, stopping where usually the coffee table was standing that I’d purposefully cleared away earlier.

  “On her knees, by the couch,” I told him as I shucked my pants, planting my naked ass on the sofa. At my gesture, he put her down between my spread knees, only letting go after I’d grabbed her shoulders to keep her from falling. Even with some of the wrap gone, she was still severely limited—just how I liked it.

  Not needing any further invitation, Jack undressed, grinning at me when my eyes lingered maybe a moment too long on his hard cock. His eagerness vaned a little when he noticed the green smears all over her pussy and ass, though.

  “I’m not putting my dick anywhere near that,” he said, holding the according part of his anatomy protectively with both hands.

  “That’s why there’s lube and condoms right there,” I said, nodding at the other side of the couch from where I sat.

  Jack’s grin returned, if only for a moment.

  “Why is the lube in a dish rather than the bottle? And why does it reek of peppermint?”

  Irritated at him spilling the beans—because while he might not have made the connection, the sudden, loud inhale coming from between my knees let me know that Erin already had—I glared at him, before I started to unwrap her head. Most of her hair had remained free, making it easier now, but there was no reason to keep her in the dark—literally—much longer.

  “Because there’s peppermint oil mixed in,” I explained. “Don’t worry. It won’t get through the condoms. But you should take care what your balls slap against unless you want a part of the icy-hot experience.”

  While my dick got impossibly harder at the very thought of that, it was plain that he wasn’t quite that enthusiastic, making me pause for a moment in unwrapping my present. “Just get a wet towel from the bathroom and clean her up,” I advised, making sure that my tone was gentle. “Water won’t lessen the burn for her but it will keep things from rubbing off onto you. And there’s a tub of yogurt in the fridge to staunch it if you miss something.”

  Jack nodded, disappearing to fetch his things, letting me continue. I stopped at Erin’s neck, making sure that everything was still tightly wrapped from her chin down. She blinked briefly when I pushed the blindfold off her face, and I couldn’t help but smile at how much of her deep black hair was plastered to her forehead and cheeks. Already she must feel cooler with her ass free to be kissed by cooler air, the skin sensitive now. That made me want to do way worse than just grab my cock and ram it down her throat, but that’s what I did. She choked, but it only took her a second to ease up and get her gag reflex under control. Wrapping her long hair around my head, I made sure that she couldn’t pull away, and let her get to work.

  That I’d spoken the truth about the effect of water on the burning sensation became clear when Jack cleaned her up, making her grunt and mewl with not a sigh of relief in the mix. That did come when he started opening her ass up with the peppermint lube, but only until that took its full effect, cold now where the wasabi had been hot. Uncomfortable it might have been, but it also made her crazy with need—how she kept thrusting her hips back at Jack made that clear. I watched with fascination as his cock sank deep into her before he started fucking her, not drawing out her torment unnecessarily by going slow.

  My plan had been to simply come down her throat, but hearing her scream up a storm as pleasure racked her body, I decided that just didn’t cut it. Jack looked a little cross when I told him to pull out, but when he realized it was just so I could cut off the remainder of the cling film from her legs so I could pull her onto my lap, he was eager to help. Reaching for the dish of lube, I slabbed a good portion onto my hand and quickly rubbed it onto my dick, making sure to get some into the tip of my urethra, too. The rest I smeared onto Erin’s pussy before I slammed myself into her, making her gasp into my ear. I wrapped my arms around her torso, pulling her against me to keep her secured, unable to not grind myself up and against her. The cold burn was already starting, and I could feel hot patches flame up from the wasabi, making what normally already felt like heaven twice as good. I knew that I had to hold still so Jack could get his cock back into her ass—and feeling him push in, rubbing so deliciously against my own dick was so worth it—but that was about as much self-restraint as I could muster.

  Yet I forced myself to hold as still as I could, using small motions only so Jack could take his pleasure first, conscious of where the lube would end up if I gave in and fucked her as hard as I wanted to—everywhere. And with only two out of three getting off on the burn, I couldn’t.

  “Fuck! This is crazy—“ Jack grunted, coming hard as he thrust into Erin one last time. From how hard she was squeezing me, it was obvious why he hadn’t lasted much longer. Even now, I felt her contract around me, but I honestly couldn’t find it in me to chide her for coming. She’d likely been doing so—quietly, if not continuously—since I pushed that extra bit of wasabi into her.

  The moment Jack pulled out, I rolled us over onto our sides, making sure that I kept a good hold on Erin as I started to slam into her. She let out something between a sigh and a moan, quickly followed by a throaty scream—that I eagerly cut off with my mouth. I felt her try to pull back, likely to finally ask for permission to come, but that was the last thing on my mind right now with my cock screaming in twin agony and pleasure. So I kept thrusting into her as she came undone around me, her entire body shaking with her release.

  And I was only too happy to join her in that.

  Reality intruded into my endless bliss and I forced myself to shake off the haze in favor of taking care of her now that she was coming off her own high. The rema
inder of the wrap was cut away quickly enough, but I took my time with the chopstick clamps, spending a good minute nursing each aching nipple with my lips and tongue—while Erin was happily humping my thigh, proving that the burn was still keeping her quite turned on. My own cock was hard in under ten minutes, but when Jack held out the yogurt to me, I shook my head. Erin seemed tempted, but after a calculating look at me declined.

  Good girl.

  We took the party into the much needed shower, and on into the bed, where Erin and I spent pretty much the entire evening screwing each other silly. Jack was, of course, involved, too, happy to lend hand and mouth where needed, but I could tell that he felt somewhat weirded out by what kept our sex drive on high. He did get it up again to fuck me in the ass before we hit the sack for good, leaving me probably the most sated I’d ever been in my whole life.

  Jack and Erin curled up around each other like usual, and I couldn’t help but smile when for once she didn’t even tense as I wrapped myself around her from the other side. Within minutes, she started to snore—quite loudly, but far be it from me to ever mention that to her—and Jack’s even breathing fell in with hers soon after. Sleep was dragging on my mind, but I forced myself to remain awake, loath to give in just yet.

  And in the darkness, certain that neither of them could hear me, I pressed my lips against her shoulder, and whispered those words I didn’t dare tell her to her face.

  “I love you.”

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  PRICELESS PASSION

  FLYING HER

  An Heiress Short Story

  Michelle Dare

  I’m wound tight which is odd for me on a flying day. Normally I’m completely relaxed. It was early Saturday morning. Kasi, my girlfriend and the heiress to the Markson fortune, wanted to go on a vacation. Somewhere warm is what she told me and who was I to argue. Getting to see my sexy as fuck girlfriend walk around in a skimpy bikini sounded like a great idea to me.

  Kasi’s father is Kaleb Markson. He is the Founder of Markson Aviation. Recently he offered her the position of CEO since he was retiring early. The majority of the company still remains his and he stayed on the Board of Directors. Kasi declined to run the company. She holds a large share of it as well and if something were to happen to her father she would inherit the company.

  Let’s get back to the reason I was ready to snap. Kasi had deprived me of sex for a week. An entire fucking week. She said she wanted to build up some anticipation for the vacation. My balls were really thanking her for that.

  She has her own private jet, one her dad’s company built, and I’m her full-time pilot. No one flies her but me. We could have found someone else to fly since it is our vacation, but I wouldn’t allow it. Not that Kasi really gave a shit what I allowed, but in this case she let me get my way. I don’t want anyone else flying my girl.

  Rob, her co-pilot, and Natalie, her flight attendant and Rob’s girlfriend, were part of her usual crew. Rob I trusted whole-heartedly. He’d been flying her for a long time now. The crush he used to have on her had faded. Thank God. He was hung up on her for so long, yet she didn’t see him that way. When Natalie came on as part of the flight crew he fell for her. That allowed Kasi and I not to have to worry about him secretly pining for her anymore.

  I had to hand it to Rob, Natalie is a catch. Her long, red hair and slim body, she’s attractive, but not as hot as Kasi. When Kasi walks into a room all eyes are on her. She is the complete package. Long, blonde hair, rocking body, breasts that are the perfect size. Fuck, I get hard just thinking about her.

  We arrived at the small airport where her plane is kept around seven in the morning. It was ready to go when we got there. Rob and Natalie were waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs per usual. Kasi gave them both a quick hug and I shook their hands.

  Kasi walked up the stairs to the jet first. My eyes immediately fell on her ass and I watched as her hips swung from side to side with each step. I swear she did that on purpose. If she kept that shit up there was no way I’d make it to South Carolina without coming in my pants. My cock was ready to explode at any minute. Even the friction of it pushing against the front of my pants was becoming too much. Luckily I have on a black jacket to cover it up.

  I completely forgot that Rob and Natalie were still standing at the bottom of the stairs until I heard Rob start laughing. Shooting him a dirty look, I followed Kasi up the stairs. Each step I took I grumbled under my breath how this woman is going to be the death of me.

  When I reached the top I walked to where she stood. She put her bag on one of the seats and was getting herself situated for the flight. She looked up at me with a knowing smile. Evil temptress. “Is there a problem, Mr. Cole?”

  “You know there is and if you don’t do something about it I’m going to need a change of slacks.”

  “You could always do something about it. You have two hands you know.”

  I moved closer until I was looking down at her. If she stood up on her tip toes our lips would meet. “We both know it’s not my hand I want to come in.”

  “If you’re nice maybe, just maybe, I will take care of you during the flight.”

  My eyes about popped out of my head. She had never offered to fuck me while we were in the air. Rob is quite capable to fly the plane alone for fifteen minutes, especially in clear skies. Shit, I don’t think I’ll even need fifteen minutes. Two is probably more like it. Maybe three if you add in walking to the bedroom in the back of the plane and stripping my clothes off.

  I growled low in my chest. “You don’t fight fair.”

  She winked and said, “I never have.”

  Stomping my way to the cockpit, I dropped into the seat. I heard Rob chuckling next to me and gave him a death glare.

  “I’m sorry, man, but the look on your face is way too funny.” If I thought I could have taken him I would have. I’m not small by any means, but he is massive. Think football player. He is wide and all muscle. If you’re wondering how I know that, I saw him with his shirt off once. No, I wasn’t checking him out, but you can’t fucking miss him.

  “If you knew why I was so pissed you wouldn’t be laughing,” I said.

  “With Kasi, I can only imagine.” He was still laughing. Asshole.

  We went through our pre-flight check and soon were in the air. The flight from Pennsylvania wasn’t going to take long. That’s where Kasi and I live. High in the mountains outside of a small town. She chose that location because it’s quiet there. Until she started dating me that is. I brought the media attention back to her doorstep when we first started dating. Now they come and go depending on if we are in the news or not.

  She isn’t only an heiress. She’s been famous since she was little, thanks to her parents’ public divorce battle. Her dad was always in the news, but when her parents split that brought her into it too. Oh and one of her best friends is in the biggest rock band in the U.S., Stars and Lies. And he’s a guy. Yeah. Lucky me. My girlfriend’s BFF is a fucking lead singer.

  I kept shifting in my seat. The hard-on I was sporting did not want to go away. If Rob took notice of my discomfort he didn’t say anything. I wasn’t even embarrassed by it at that point. Kasi had me by the balls and she knew it.

  About halfway through the flight I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked over to Rob and said, “You got this for a few?”

  He smiled. I really wanted to punch him in the face, but he needed to keep us in the air. We’re friends now actually. He knew what he was doing though. Always has to mess with me.

  “Go. You need to release some tension.” Figures he’d know. I didn’t respond. Instead I stalked out of the cockpit in search of Kasi.

  My eyes scanned the cabin, but I didn’t see her anywhere. It’s not like she could really hide. “She’s in the back,” Natalie said. I nodded my thanks to her and wa
lked the short distance to the closed bedroom door. Kasi’s bedroom in the plane has a queen-sized bed and it’s own private bathroom.

  I didn’t knock. I barged in and pushed the door shut behind me. The sight before me made my cock twitch and I was mere seconds from coming.

  She was spread out on the bed naked. Lying on her stomach, she was propped up on her elbows reading on her tablet. Her gorgeous ass was on display and in about thirty seconds was going to be in my hands.

  “Something I can do for you?” she asked, looking over her shoulder, nonchalantly.

  “Yeah, stay like that, only spread those gorgeous legs for me. And ass up, baby.” She didn’t need to be told twice. I knew she was just as keyed up as I was.

  My girlfriend is a force to be reckoned with. She’s strong-willed, opinionated, and always gets what she wants. In the bedroom though she yields to my desires and I to hers.

  I stripped as fast as humanly possible without ripping my clothes. The damned shirt I was wearing was testing my barely there patience. When I fly I wear a uniform. Black slacks, white button down shirt, jacket, and a black tie. The jacket, tie, and pants were easy, but the buttons on the shirt were pissing me off. Finally I was free and so was my dick. It bobbed forward and pointed straight toward her ass.

  Kneeling on the bed, I didn’t waste any time and reached under her to find her just how I knew she’d be. Wet. Only for me. I inserted two fingers into her slowly, stroking her inner wall. Her back arched and she let out a low cry. That wasn’t what I wanted though.

  I withdrew my fingers and moved my hand to my dick. My fingers worked it up and down, coating myself with her juices. I wanted to glide right into her with zero resistance. With every movement of my hand I had to fight the urge to come. I was so fucking close.