Complete Erotica Anthology: Plugged, Stretched, and Filled (Erotica Variety Pack - BDSM, Spanking, Well Hung... Book 2)

by Lily Love

  Matt’s hand does around his cock as he watches Bree ride this stranger. Elise moves off the bed and joins Matt where he is standing. She moves behind him and presses her breasts into his back. He can feel the heat of her pussy. She takes his cock in her hand and gives him a squeeze that is almost too hard.

  “You’re going to put your cock in her ass, Matt.” Elise releases his cock and kneels to the side of Bree on the bed. Elise spreads Bree’s ass cheeks apart, revealing the pink rosebud of her asshole. Elise spits onto Bree’s rosebud, and rubs it against her skin, lubricating it. She does the same thing with Matt’s cock before she slowly guides it into Bree’s tight ass.

  Bree groans as Matt slides into her. His cock is hot and thick and makes her feel endlessly full. She is incredibly tight and he has to pull out and try to slide back in multiple times. He can feel Ted’s cock through the thin wall between Bree’s pussy and asshole. Ted stays still as Matt enters Bree. Once he is all the way inside, he pulls out once more and thrusts inside. As if on cue, Ted thrusts his cock into Bree’s pussy.

  They alternate thrusting. As Ted enters Bree’s pussy, Matt pulls out of her ass and then slams back inside of her as Ted pulls out. Elise shouts encouragements and Bree’s wanton moans fill the air as her hands fist around the sheets on the bed.

  Matt has never seen Bree like this. The noises she makes drives him insane. Her ass clenches around him, keeping him inside of her. The feeling is amazing, like nothing he has ever experienced before.

  Bree cums, hard. She has never felt so full before. It almost feels like too much, but almost crossing that line just makes her pussy wetter. Her pussy milks Ted’s cock and her ass grips Matt’s rod. “Shoot your loads,” Bree hisses as she cums again. She wants nothing more than to feel herself filled up in both holes.

  Ted shakes as his cock spurts deep inside of Bree’s tight pussy. He makes a noise low in his throat as he spurts rope after rope of cum into Bree. Her pussy spasms around his softening cock and Matt cums moments after. He pumps into Bree a few more times before slowly pulling his softening cock out of her ass. He groans as he positions himself at the top of the bed. He reclines. His breathing is heavy.

  Bree pulls herself off of Ted’s cock and she reclines between Matt’s legs. Elise straddles Ted’s head and lowers her wet, shaven pussy onto Ted’s face. Matt and Bree watch as Ted’s tongue darts out to taste his girlfriend’s wetness. Elise grinds down onto Ted’s face, smearing her juices all over him.

  Matt slides two fingers into Bree’s pussy, causing Ted’s cum to ooze out of her and onto the bed. He knows that they will have to wash the sheets, but he doesn’t care. Watching Elise ride Ted’s face makes him hard again. Bree, noticing his burgeoning erection, turns over and raises her ass into the air. For the second time that evening, Matt slides deep into Bree’s ass. He reaches around her body and uses the lubricant of Ted’s cum to rub Bree’s clit, hard and fast.

  She bucks backwards as she orgasms and her ass holds him in. He is only able to pull out when the spasms of her orgasm stops.

  Elise lowers the top of her body to Ted and takes his cock in her mouth. After licking the head, she looks up at Bree and says, “I can taste your pussy on my boyfriend’s dick.” She quickly lowers her head again and goes back to Ted’s cock. Ted’s tongue slides inside of her pussy, shallowly fucking her. She takes his balls in her hands and strokes them as Ted pumps his cock into her open mouth. She loves the feeling of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She releases his cock from her mouth and crawls down his body so her pussy is over his cock. She slides down on him slowly, her ass on display. Ted watches his girlfriend fuck herself on his cock, her ass jiggling with every movement. Elise uses one hand for leverage and uses the other hand to caress Ted’s taunt balls.

  Both men cum hard, Ted in Elise’s pussy and Matt in Bree’s ass. Matt pulls out of Bree and Bree lays down on her stomach, her hand under her body, lazily stroking her clit. Elise lifts off of Ted’s cock, his cum dripping out of her. Bree reaches her hand out and caresses Elise’s used pussy, catching Ted’s seed on her fingers. Elise lays down and Bree slides her fingers into Elise’s mouth so she can taste the combination of her own pussy juices and her boyfriend’s warm cum.

  Bree rolls over onto her back and runs her fingers across Elise’s taut stomach. Elise breathes deeply and closes her eyes. Ted looks over at the clock. He is shocked to discover that it is almost three in the morning. “It’s probably about time we head home.” Bree pouts as Elise stands up. Ted gathers his clothes and dresses leisurely. Matt pulls on a pair of pants, but leaves his shirt off. They all walk out to the living room, where Elise picks up her dress and slides it back on. Bree remains naked, semen dripping down her inner thighs.

  “Thank you for a fantastic night,” Elise presses a kiss on Matt’s lips and then to Bree’s lips. She takes Ted’s hand and leads him out of the apartment. Bree closes the door and walks back to the bedroom with Matt. Matt pulls his pants off and gets into bed. Bree climbs into bed, and she chuckles before curling around Matt.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks.

  “This was all planned. Elise works with me and Ted is her boyfriend.”

  Matt’s mouth falls open. “So they weren’t total strangers?”

  “Nope! I’m going to see Elise tomorrow at work, but I figured it would be fun for you to think they were total strangers.”

  “You’re kidding!”

  “Not at all. Elise and Ted swing all the time. I told her about our weekend with Heidi and Matt and she asked if we’d be interested in getting together. I thought it would be more fun if you thought we’d just met them at the bar.”

  Matt presses a kiss to Bree’s cheek. “You’re the fucking dirtiest, most amazing girlfriend ever.”

  Bree shrugs and smiles. “I try.”

  Let’s Be Swingers

  Emma had lost interest in the movie and was instead watching the light from the TV flicker across her boyfriend’s face. It was ten-thirty on Friday night and their third time watching the same shitty comedy. Emma sat with her legs draped over the arm of the couch, head in her boyfriend’s lap. She gazed up at him with a slight pout, but he was too enthralled to notice, staring bug-eyed at the screen.

  “Jesus,” he muttered, flinching as the main character received an accidental knee to the groin. Emma thought it was rather cute, the way he cringed away from the story, but always kept one eye on the screen. He couldn’t stand to miss a thing.

  “Babe,” she said.

  “Mmm.”

  “Babe.”

  It took a minute, but eventually Noah looked down at her, trying to be attentive but clearly conflicted. The effort he was putting into focusing on her instead of the film made the corner of Emma’s mouth twist up. “Yeah, Em?”

  “It’s Friday night again. We’re watching Netflix again. We’re watching this same crummy movie again.”

  “Yes, we are,” he admitted, still not quite sure what he’d done wrong, “Do you… want to watch a different movie?”

  Emma barked out a laugh, then shook her head, “I want to have an adventure.”

  Noah found the remote and pushed pause, “I’d like an adventure.”

  “What kind of adventure?”

  “We could go camping.”

  Emma sighed, then immediately regretted it as Noah’s face fell. He looked away and she bit her lip. “No, I mean, sure, let’s go camping. I love camping. But I just mean…”

  “It’s okay,” he jostled her with his shoulder and she playfully shoved him back to his side of the couch, “I’m making you feel like an old lady, huh?”

  “Yup. Other couples are out tripping on cocaine and having orgies and selling all their possessions to live on love and exhaust fumes.”

  Noah raised an eyebrow, “I think you need to introduce me to your friends.”

  “Okay, okay, so probably not cocaine. We could totally do the orgy thing though.”

  “We could.”

  They w
ere silent for a moment, each staring at the wall and sneaking glances at each other. It was Emma who sheepishly broke the silence. “Maybe not full on orgy,” she hedged, “But maybe, you know…”

  Noah scratched the back of his head, a nervous habit, “I know a guy who swings. I’d say that’s pretty adventurous.”

  “Want to throw a party,” Emma blurted out, “What a silly thing for me to say. Wow.”

  “No, actually, it’s not bad,” said Noah, placing a hand on her hair and kissing the crown of her head, “We’ve gone with sillier plans in the past.”

  "Great," said Emma, but before she could say much else Noah kissed her. She didn't know if it was Noah or the thrill of their ambitious new plan, but there was as a renewed tension to the way he ran a hand over her hip, the way he hovered above her face without letting their lips touch. "We should make a list," she said breathily.

  "Mhm," Noah agreed, lightly touching his lips to her neck. She giggled and pretended to push his face away.

  "I'm serious! C'mon, Noah, let's make a list."

  He bit her once and then stood up. She stared at him in surprise and he watched her with satisfaction. He reached over to the coffee table and retrieved the notebook for phone messages and a pen.

  "So who," he asked, "Whose dick do you want to suck, Emma?"

  "Yours," she said. He grinned, "I know. Who else?"

  "I'm not sure," she admitted, "What about you? Is there anyone you're dying to fuck?"

  "Nah."

  "Nah? Are you sure," Emma traced his jawline with her finger, "I bet you could think of something if you tried."

  "Well,” he said after a moment, "there's that guy from work I mentioned--"

  "Guy," Emma asked, tilting her head, "I didn't know you were mister bisexual."

  Noah leaned into Emma's palm on his cheek. "I'm not. I was GOING to say, he and his wife have been doing this for a while. Might be able to convince some of their friends to show up."

  "Do you like his wife," Emma teased. Noah shrugged.

  "Never met her. The guy is pretty smoking though, from a completely objective heterosexual standpoint."

  Emma moved the hand on his cheek to swat him lightly on the chest. It stayed there.

  "Yeah? What's he look like?"

  "Tall," Noah said.

  "As tall as you?"

  Noah smirked, "Of course not."

  "What's his name?"

  "Michael."

  "What would you like to see me do with Michael, Noah?" Her hand trailed from his chest down to the top of his jeans, where she plucked at his belt buckle. Noah smiled.

  "How about this," he said, locking a hand in her hair and pulling her down.

  The doorbell rang, and Emma had to clamp a hand to her mouth to muffle her maniacally nervous laughter. She looked at Noah, eyes wide with alarm and excitement. Noah put away the glass he was drying, hung the dish towel up and made for the front door. In the kitchen, Emma meticulously rearranged the several bowls of goodies along the counter: chips, homemade brownies, cinnamon hearts, and condoms. No matter how she arranged it, the condoms seemed unbearably gaudy. “I am a grown woman,” she said to herself, squaring her shoulders and smoothing her hair. She felt permanently frazzled.

  She heard the sound of the door opening, and then Noah’s warm voice greeting the first of their guests. Emma's heart thudded in her chest as her living room began to fill up with strangers. They all seemed pretty comfortable, and Noah too, shaking men's hands and offering beers. The lighting was slightly dim and there was a stack of board games on their coffee table. Emma blushed, trying to avoid looking at the bowl of condoms beside it.

  "Noah," she said, "can I talk to you for a minute?"

  Noah excused himself and the two slunk off to the kitchen. "Everything okay, babe?”

  Emma shrugged. "Yeah," she said, "I guess I'm just a little..."

  "Nervous?"

  Emma tried to smile, but it came out a little lopsided, "Yeah. I'm nervous."

  Noah moved closer to her and put his arms around her waist, staring deep into her eyes. "You know we can call this off at any time."

  Emma thought about it, then giggled, "No. No, I don't want to call it off."

  "Good," Noah said, sheepishly, "Because I really want to hear about you sucking someone else’s cock."

  "Whose?"

  Noah glanced back out at the party, craning his neck to see around the wall. "Is there anyone you want? Here, let me introduce you."

  Most of their guests were friends of Michael and Miranda. Emma and Noah didn't know many swingers themselves, so Noah had simply approached Michael and offered their house for a party if Michael and Miranda could get their friends to come. Michael and Miranda, Amy, and Ethan, Jenny and Cameron.

  "Don't worry," Amy said, after Michael introduced her and Emma, "Everyone's nervous their first time. And you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," she added. She placed a gentle hand on her host’s shoulder, letting her fingertips slide down Emma's arm. "You can just watch if you like. Though I do hope you'll reconsider..."

  Emma bit her lip. Amy was tall, almost as tall as Noah, with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes. She wore a business suit with the jacket open scandalously low, making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. She looked nothing like Emma, who was red-haired and petite in her summery dress.

  "Thanks, Amy," Emma murmured. She glanced around her and caught Noah's eye. He was standing by the window chatting with another couple, presumably Jenny and Cameron, but he stared as Emma thanked Amy with a long, slow hug. Amy kissed her softly on the cheek as she pulled away, and Emma's arms lingered around the other woman's slender neck.

  Two hours later, everyone was gathered in the living room with a game open in front of them. Emma was on one end of the couch, snuggled up against Noah, with Miranda on his other side and Michael beside her at the opposite end. The other two couples sat on puffy floor pillows. The game had stalled considerably. Emma watched Miranda's hand like a hawk, which had found its way onto Noah's thigh. Emma took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss her husband. Miranda hesitated, so Emma placed her own hand over the hand resting on her husband's leg and guided it to Noah's crotch. Noah inhaled sharply.

  The other couples had seemed to take the hint. Jenny and Cameron had gone from cuddling to making out, and Amy and Ethan were watching the scene play out of the couch. Emma backed off from Noah Miranda moved to straddle him, and Noah's hands hovered above her waist for a moment before coming to rest on her hips. Michael watched from his end of the couch as his wife kissed Noah's neck, Noah holding her hips tight against his crotch.

  Emma slunk off the couch and knelt on the floor near Amy and Ethan. They both smiled at her and Amy held out her hand, which Emma took.

  “So you uh, you work downtown,” Emma asked, acutely aware of their patient, knowing smiles. Instead of answering, Ethan placed his index finger under her chin and tilted her head up. She felt his lips on her neck, warm and soft. She glanced at Noah again, but his face was covered by Miranda’s curtain of auburn hair. She stared at his hands on her ass as Ethan lightly trailed his lips over her throat. His hands went to her shoulders and then down to her arms, and eventually one hand was pressing against her left breast. He had a firmer touch than Noah, and the sensation surprised her. She felt Ethan’s smirk against her neck as her breathing hitched.

  “What do you say we go find a room,” he breathed. Emma twitched at the idea. She hadn’t felt this naughty since she was a teenager, sneaking into the back of her father’s car with Noah, him hard as a rock and her lips bruised with his hungry kisses.

  “Is… would Amy be okay with that,” Emma asked, and Ethan chuckled, his nose tickling Emma’s collar bone.

  “I think Amy’s already gone with it,” he said, and Emma looked around, blinking. It was true: Amy was no longer in the living room, and Michael was gone too. Cameron and Jenny were still there, though Cameron’s hand had disappeared up Jenny’s skirt. Emma b
lushed, looked away at Ethan and blushed even deeper.

  “Okay,” she said, because that was about all she could manage. Ethan locked a hand in her hair and kissed her on the lips, deep, for just the count of three or four. Emma crawled back over to the couch and placed a hand on Miranda’s back. Miranda moved aside, leaving Noah aroused and confused until he saw Emma kneeling in front of him.

  “Everything okay, babe,” he asked, sounding slightly groggy. Emma could see the bulge in in pants and knelt down to kiss him through his jeans.

  “Of course. I’m taking Ethan to the back. I’ll be out soon.”

  Noah looked at Ethan, then back to Miranda. He pulled Emma up from between his legs and kissed her softly. “Have fun,” he whispered.

  “You too,” Emma said, “I love you.”

  Emma led Ethan into the back room while Noah climbed on top of Miranda. She paused just before they passed from view because the couple on the floor had gotten up and approached the couch as well. Cameron took Miranda’s arm and drew her into a standing position, where he pulled her against him and whispered in her ear. She giggled, and Miranda said something to Noah. He pointed towards the office and the two went off there together, leaving Noah and Jenny alone in the living room. Jenny settled on one end of the couch and drew her knees up to her chest. Noah cleared his throat and grinned sheepishly at her.

  “Amy really likes blondes,” Ethan confided with the quirk of a smile, “I’m sure she’ll be back to Noah in a bit. I’d be jealous if I weren’t such a fan of redheads myself.”

  Emma blushed, unused to being complimented by men who weren’t her husband. So much of her life had been consumed playing by all the rules. It had never occurred to her to check with Noah to see if the rules even applied.