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

by Lily Love

  “Damn baby, take that cock. I bet you love this don’t you, dirty girl.” Ethan said as he flicked me a little harder with the flogger.

  “Yes, oh god, yes!” I cried out in pleasure, pain, which turned him on even more.

  “You feel so good, baby. I want to feel you cream all over my cock.” Ben said against my ear before biting my neck.

  It felt so good having him bite my neck, it turned me on in a new way. Making me tense every muscle in my body as electric shocks of pleasure surged all through my body.

  “I want you both inside me, please. You feel so good together, fill me up, please.” I managed to choke out breathlessly.

  “Whatever you want, baby.” Ethan said as he stopped flicking my clit with the flogger and let go of his hard, pulsing member.

  He walked closer to me and pushed himself inside me alongside Ben. I yelped with pleasure, the sensation of having them both inside of me was intoxicating. I leaned into them, letting them fill me up, letting them go deeper and deeper. I let my body relax, giving in to them, allowing them to take me higher and higher. My brain was swimming in pleasure, electric tingles flowing through my body in waves. The longer they filled me, moved in and out of me, the more I felt like I was leaving my body and entering a new dimension of pleasure. My head was spinning; I could feel the intense pleasure building, desperately trying to escape, trying to send me over the edge into an orgasm like nothing I had experienced before this. It was better than the first time.

  They continued to fill me, gaining speed and going deeper until finally I exploded all over them. I cried out in pleasure, squirting my juices all over them, my body shaking uncontrollably with delight. They pulled out of me, both of their enormous cocks dripping with my sweet juices.

  “Okay, baby, we have one more thing we’re going to do, if you’re up for it that is.” Ethan smiled at me.

  “I’m up for anything.” I said, trying to catch my breath. They undid the handcuffs and let me down from the rack.

  “Follow us.” Ben said, taking my hand. They led me to the couch. Ben lay down on the couch and motioned for me to lie down on top of him. “We’re both going to take you in the ass.”

  He smiled and pulled the butt plug out and tossed it to the floor before sliding his cock inside my rear. Ethan then came to the couch and sat on it on his knees. Once Ben was fully inside of me, Ethan pushed his way into my bottom as well. I cried out as they started slowly moving together inside of me. I felt so full; I could feel them stretching me, filling me. It hurt, but in the most incredible way.

  Ethan reached down and started rubbing my clit. It made the pain lessen and the pleasure became more intense. As Ethan rubbed me, Ben reached around started playing with my nipples. He rolled them around gently in between his fingers, pinching and pulling them lightly. I moaned loudly as they stimulated all of my erogenous zones. Ethan used one hand to stimulate my clit and used the other to slide his fingers inside of me. He stroked the inner wall of my vagina, sending chills all through my body. Having all of my pleasure zones being given attention at once was almost too much, I could barely hold myself still the pleasure was so intense. There was no feeling in the world quite so exquisite.

  My body shook as a wave of orgasm after orgasm overtook me. I was a writhing mass of nerves and pleasure, but they never slowed, never allowed me to come down from my orgasmic high. I felt my body going numb, the pleasure so intense it was as though I had died and gone to heaven. I felt Ben begin to tense beneath me, begin to shake as the telling signs of him climaxing began to unfold. After what felt like hours Ben exploded beneath me, filling me with his salty, sweet juice, spraying Ethan’s still hard cock with it as well. It wasn’t long until Ethan exploded in a similar fashion. He tensed, moaned loudly, and tried to hold it in for as long as he could. Seconds before he exploded in pleasure, he pulled out and rubbed his cock between my breasts, sending himself over the edge and covering my breasts, neck, and face with his seed.

  Ethan leaned down and took my right nipple in his mouth as Ben slipped his fingers inside of my pussy once again. Ethan taunted us with his tongue as he lapped up the salty liquid covering my chest. I didn’t realize how sexy, how much of a turn on this was until I witnessed it with my own eyes. He trailed his tongue across my breasts and took the left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around on it as well. I exploded in pleasure one final time from the attention on my nipples and from my pussy. Ethan stood up and helped me stand as well before helping Ben to stand alongside us.

  “That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced.” I breathed, my entire body spent, every inch of me aching in the most delicious and intoxicating way possible.

  “I agree, that was the best sex I have ever had.” Ben sighed a colossal sigh as Ethan nodded his head in agreement. “If you would like, there is a bathroom just to the left. You are free to go in there and shower or bathe, whatever you need to help yourself relax.” Ben said, motioning to the large door on our left.

  I nodded my head and went to the bathroom. It was a massive room, complete with both a shower and a full size garden Jacuzzi tub. Along one wall was a large vanity mirror. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself, barely recognizing the face looking back at me. After this experience I knew that I was changed forever. I was more confident in myself; no longer did I see an unattractive woman when I looked in the mirror. I saw a beautiful, sexy woman who could do anything. I went and sat in the bath, soaking for a long while before getting out and walking back into the living room.

  When I walked back into the living room, Ethan and Ben were nowhere to be seen. On the table in front of the chest where my clothes along with a note from the men. I scanned the note quickly, it said that they had to go, but that they had the most incredible time of their lives and they would never forget me. They told me to take care of myself and that they hoped my life would be full of pleasures like we had experienced together. I smiled to myself as I knew that I would never see them again, but silently thanked them for not only fulfilling my deepest fantasy, but for helping me to become the woman I always wanted to be.

  Anna & Kyle

  "Thanks again, Anna!"

  I waved half-heartedly as Joyce, the head librarian, whizzed by the circulation desk. Wrapped up in her fall jacket and stylish stiletto boots, she looked like she was headed for a night out on the town, not picking up her kids from a school play practice. Sucking in my cheeks, I watched her leave, my lips pursed irritably, then looked back to the computer.

  Maybe I ought to start popping out bratty kids, then maybe I could be the one who got to leave early for once.

  No, that wasn't fair: she had a gaggle of young kids, and how she managed to take care of them and manage our public library branch was beyond me. It made sense that she needed to leave early sometimes. I mean, heck, I had no plans for my Friday night; why shouldn't I stay the few hours later to close everything up?

  Shaking my head, a few pieces of my strawberry blonde hair falling from the loose bun atop my head, I locked the front desk, computer, checked the main doors, and then headed for the downstairs area. We'd had our usual Friday afternoon school group of elementary-aged kids in for a few hours in the basement reading zone, and they'd left it a complete disaster. After they'd left, the library had returned to its blissful silence, and I was there to pick up the pieces.

  Books everywhere. Snack wrappers stuffed onto shelves. Bean bag chairs deformed and scattered. What a disaster. Hands on my hips, I surveyed the area from the old wooden stairwell, then sauntered down to begin.

  I was in the process of rearranging the bean bags in a neat circle when I heard the front door bell chime. Eyebrows furrowed, I wiped the back of my hand across my slightly sweaty forehead, my heart beating soundly, and then headed for the staircase. Most people didn't even need our help. Sometimes the homeless just wanted a warm place to sit in until we were closed. Regardless, as one of the library techs, it was my responsibility to make sure everyone fou
nd what they needed.

  I'd just reached the top step when a figure strolled by me, and I staggered to a stunned halt when I finally looked up. My breath caught in my throat, and the figure whirled back, perhaps just as surprised as I was to find someone here on a Friday night.

  Heat flooded my cheeks just looking at him. Tall, incredibly broad, and wearing a well-tailored suit, this wasn't the kind of patron I was used to seeing. No, with his dimpled chin and thick brown hair, perfectly styled to look effortlessly swept off his forehead, he was the kind of guy who belonged in the gym next door. In fact, I wanted to ask if he was lost.

  "Hi," I greeted, my voice breathy and soft. I cleared my throat, hoping to find my confidence. "Can I help you?"

  His eyes, a steely blue that seemed to look through me rather than at me, traveled up and down my body, slowly, like he was taking me all in. I almost protested, but the smile he offered me after sent heat everywhere but my cheeks. My legs crossed self-consciously, suddenly finding the pressure of my thin cotton underwear and bright floral knee-length skirt just so heavy.

  "I need newspaper clippings," he told me, that baritone rumble the kind that would make bodice-clad maidens swoon. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the ridiculous arousal that was crawling its way up my body. He hadn't said more than five words to me—get a grip, girl!

  "Oh, yeah, sure." I was babbling and we both knew it. Tucking the flyaway hairs behind my ears, I stepped around him and beckoned for him to follow me toward the archival section, a portion of the building seldom used except for the occasional university student who wandered away from campus. I glanced over my shoulder at him, which was a mistake. My blush only grew worse seeing him towering over me, a smirk on his lips.

  I fumbled with the door, which was kept locked, and then pushed it open with more force than necessary.

  "Anything in particular you need?"

  "Hopefully something from the fifties," he said as he swept by me, and I caught a whiff of his cologne: it read powerful, manly, and confident. Oh, it made me weak in the knees. I blinked hard, trying to keep everything in focus. "My dad's birthday is coming up, and I want to find something from when our company first opened."

  "Which company?" I asked, proud that I hadn't stuttered as I scuttled for the archive's computer.

  "Matherson and Co." I straightened up sharply at the all-too familiar name, my eyes widening. He, on the other hand, merely picked a piece of lint off his beautiful navy suit jacket, nonplussed that he'd just dropped the multi-million dollar manufacturing corporation that basically propelled our town into the thriving, opulent city it was today.

  Suddenly his sinfully handsome features were familiar.

  "Are you…" I leaned against the desk, hands behind my back, and licked my lips. He'd been in the papers last week, surely. "Are you Kyle Matherson?"

  Son of William Matherson. Millionaire. Probably close to billionaire. He studied me for a moment from across the dimly lit room, those penetrating blue eyes, swallowing me whole and spitting me back out, and my breath caught in my throat.

  "Guilty," he chuckled after a confusingly tense couple of seconds. "And you? Seems only fair that I know who you are too."

  "Anna," I all but squeaked, my face aching with all the blushing going on. Damn it. Just focus on the work. I turned back to the computer and quickly looked up the few relevant files, then grabbed them from the shelves. When I returned, he'd taken a seat at the huge study table in the middle of the room. His jacket was off, hanging casually over the back of the chair, and I tried not to gawk at the way his arms filled out that crisp white dress shirt with utter perfection.

  "Thank you, Anna," he said, purring my name in a way that sent a jolt right through me again. I stiffened, acutely aware that my panties were, in fact, a little damp. Jesus Christ. Get. A. Grip. "These look perfect."

  "I'll let you look through f-first," I offered, hurrying for the door. "Call if you need me."

  "Oh, I will."

  I bit my cheeks, hard, at the way he all-but smoldered at me. Had to get out. Need a cold shower.

  Hiding behind the circulation desk, I left him alone for an hour. He could read the clippings in peace—and I needed some time to fan myself down. Once I'd calmed, I realized how ridiculous I was being: he was a patron who I ought to be able to help. Even if he was devilishly attractive, I ought to be enough of a professional to attend to his needs.

  Gathering myself up, I marched over to the archival section. I found him smiling as he sorted through clippings, and when he beckoned me over with a wave, I went because I was a professional, damn it. Seated together, he showed me clippings of his father, his family, even him. He'd been in the paper more times than I realized, but looking at him as a boy, a teen, seemed to take some of the intimidation out of him.

  It was there, seated next to each other in the archives room, that he kissed me. It came out of nowhere, but I'd felt the burn of his stare on my face long before I felt the firmness of his lips. His hand cupped my chin as I inhaled sharply, my eyes fluttering closed.

  Normally I don't let strange library patrons kiss me. In fact, that usually warranted a lifetime ban to anyone who tried. But I couldn't deny it had always been a secret fantasy of mine to fool around with an exquisite man, the kind that belonged on the cover of magazines, on a slow night behind the bookshelves—so you beat your ass I kissed him back.

  It all started off so sweetly, but before long, our lips parted and his tongue swept over mine. Like his cologne, his kiss was confident, powerful—dominating certainly. He stood, dragging me with him, and I sighed happily as his hand wandered up my leg, dragging my loose-fitted skirt with it. I soon found myself pressed against the Plexiglas door, his hard body bearing down on mine. My hand darted behind me to try and lock us in, realizing by the way his quickly hardening cock pressed against my thigh that this wasn't going to stop at kissing, but my hand slipped when his finger tugged at the band of my underwear. Instead of locking the door, I accidentally pushed the handle and sent us tumbling out into the library.

  I staggered around to scan the silent library and catch my breath, my lips feeling empty without his. However, Kyle was gone by the time I was satisfied we were alone. My body, so primed with lust that it was almost painful to still be wearing clothes, sagged in disappointment. Had I scared him off? Had he realized this was wrong?

  Then, from a few shelves over, I heard, "Marco."

  Goosebumps littered my skin, and I moved toward the source, thrilled at the idea of a game.

  "Polo?"

  He was fast, quiet, evading me at every aisle. Just as I started to get frustrated, a hand clamped down on my arm and hauled me back, and I squealed when he slammed me into a bookshelf. This was it. This was the fantasy: getting fucked savagely against a bookshelf by a sexy stranger. Had I known my night would turn out like this, I would have chosen slinkier underwear.

  His lips ravaged mine again, and his hand cupped me between my thighs, rubbing against the damp fabric. I cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, when he slipped two large fingers inside me. They were sheathed with little resistance, a sign of just how fucking turned on I was, and I whimpered as he started pumping them in and out of me.

  "As soon as I saw you," he whispered in my ear, his pace relentless, "I knew I was going to have you."

  I almost came on the spot. Instead, I garbled something unintelligent back at him, and my jaw dropped as he fell to his knees. Yanking my innocent cotton panties down, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, and I was in heaven. He licked my slick folds once, twice, then pushed three fingers back into me, his lips teasing my clit. My hands fished in his hair, pushing his closer as I begged for more.

  I was on the brink of an orgasm when he pulled away, and I tried to hide my disappointment. Luckily, I wasn't left wanting for long. Kyle hastily unzipped his pants, his huge cock jutting forward, and for a moment I wondered if it would even fit. However, there wasn't time to contemplate, because within seconds he'
d wrapped that huge thing in a condom and slammed it inside of me.

  "Oh!" That extra push was all I needed, apparently. My head tilted back as an orgasm ripped through me. Waves upon waves of sheer, blissful pleasure wracked my body like never before, but it seemed like he'd barely gotten started. I wrapped my legs around his muscular midsection, disbelief fogging my brain: no guy made me come the first time we were together. Never.

  He fucked me hard, mercilessly, my back slamming against the wooden shelves with every thrust. All I could do was cling to him, wondering if this was actually happening. My eyes drifted open as his fingers grazed my lower lip, and, not breaking his almost brutal pace, he eased them into my mouth. I tasted my juices on them, and without prompting, I started to suck. Show him that I also had some skills with my tongue—it swirled around the tips, and I imagined doing the same to his beautiful cock.

  Kyle's eyes almost seemed to darken as he watched me, and my second climax snuck up out of nowhere. I cried out, biting down on his fingers, and he grunted, his hips suddenly stilling as he spilled into me.

  Stillness. The library, silent as ever, seemed almost overbearing as we untangled ourselves from one another. I righted my skirt, fixed my sweater, and pushed my hands over my messy hair.

  "Well…" I said, clearing my throat. Fantasy fulfilled—bucket list checked. "Do you—"

  "Have you had dinner yet?" he asked after zipping up his pants, used condom in hand. I shook my head, and Kyle grinned. "Would it be too forward of me to take you out?"

  My eyebrows shot up as I laughed. "Too forward? You just f-fucked me." I gulped, not sure where this crassness had come from. "I think dinner will be… fine."