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

by Lily Love

  When he reenters me from behind, I am overwhelmed as he hits my g-spot perfectly, creating an overwhelming sensation with every thrust, and I can't take it anymore. My moans grow into screams with each time his cock buries deep inside me, and I look back at him, almost pleading with him to let me finally cum all over his cock. He looks back at me with an aggressive passion in his eyes. He smacks my ass, grabs my hips and braces to fuck me harder than I could have ever imagined.

  “Yeah, take it all, baby. You like feeling me deep inside you?” He asks as his pace increases along with my screams.

  All I can get out in response in between my sounds of pleasure is…

  “Hnugghhh, yes! Please! Fuck me harder!”

  “Want to feel me to cum deep inside you?” And as I moan in agreement, he grabs my hair in his fist, thrusting deep inside me fast and hard. I feel the electric pleasure shooting throughout my entire body and I feel his big cock jerk inside me as my pulsing pussy tightens around it, milking him dry as he finally releases his hot seed deep into my pussy.

  He moans loudly and thrusts hungrily as he releases all of his juices deep inside me, causing an explosion of my own pleasure beyond what I have felt before. I scream as I feel him filling me up, my body collapsing onto the couch with pure exhaustion. After a few moments of recovering, he gently slides out of me and lays next to me on the couch, each of us sporting a big grin.

  “That was... amazing!” I pant.

  “Well, hopefully that won't be the last time.” he responds as he gazes at my completely used body.

  “It won't.” I assure him as he lays my head on his chest and drifts off to sleep, worn out from our evening of pleasure. Before I have a moment to think I am asleep too, my energy all spent.

  My eyes open the next morning and I momentarily forget where I am. The soreness I feel in my pussy reminds me of the night’s events. I rub my eyes, looking around and wondering where Noah is. When I smell coffee, I assume he is in his giant kitchen, so I make my way in there despite the fact that I am still naked. When I enter I observe him sitting at the kitchen table in a full suit reading his morning newspaper. I suddenly feel underdressed and slightly embarrassed.

  “Look who's finally up.” He says as he looks me up and down, pleased at what he sees.

  “Sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep last night...” I start before he hushes me. He doesn't care that I slept over. He just smiles at me as he sips his coffee. His comfort with me still being there allows me to relax. He motions me to come towards him with his finger.

  As I approach him and stand in front of him completely exposed, he looks me up and down before beginning to unbuckle his belt. Is he really about to fuck me in his nice suit? I'm not sure how much time he has before he has to leave for work, although it seems like he must be the boss so it probably doesn't matter when he decides to show up. He slides his slacks and boxers down his thighs, allowing his ready erection to pop out, standing proudly. I am still amazed by it. Had all of that really been inside me just last night?

  He takes my arms and positions me so that I'm straddling him in his chair, the head of his big cock resting against my clit. I can tell that I'm already soaking wet as he rubs it up and down my slit and I let out an eager moan, moving with him. His cock is now coated with my juices, and I have to resist the urge to try to take him all the way inside me in one big motion. Finally, I feel him positioning himself at my entrance, circling around it and teasing me.

  “Are you ready for this again?” he asks, amused at how much I'm squirming against him. “Do you think you can take it?”

  “Please!” is all I manage before he thrusts up into me hard, shoving every inch inside me in one harsh push. I scream as I feel both relief and the feeling of my pussy, stretching around him, already sore from last night. Soon the sensation turns to pleasure and I begin to rhythmically bounce up and down on him, riding him in the middle of his kitchen, completely naked and exposed in contrast to his nice suit. He meets my movements, thrusting his massive member up into me with vigor, looking down at my pussy squeezing tightly around his cock that is slick with my juices. He moans and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, worshiping my body as I ride him, my pace increasing.

  I can feel the pressure and tingling building up inside me as I take him all the way into my stretched pussy, my moans turning to screams of pleasure. He grabs me and begins to lift me up, then pull me down on top of him hard, his huge cock hitting my g-spot so harshly that I can't take it anymore, I am about to explode. I can tell he is almost there too, his breathing quickening as he takes me fast and hard, looking my body up and down as I quiver with the pleasure of him pounding into me.

  “Ready to cum for me, baby?” He asks, knowing that I am more than ready; I'm desperate for release. I nod my head and scream out as he bounces me up and down on his cock like I'm nothing, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he thrusts into me with his massive cock. I can feel myself pulsing around his shaft as my body begins to release, and my juices coat him as my pussy tightens even more around his cock. I feel him jerk and begin to release his hot load inside me with a final animal-like thrust.

  “FUUUCK!” he screams as he fills me up with cum. Once we recover, I lick up the mess I've left on his cock, sucking it clean.

  He pulls his slacks up and grabs his briefcase.

  “I trust that you will still be here when I get home from work?” He says in more of a declarative tone than that of a question. I just watch him head out the door, still recovering from the best sex of my life.

  Unknown to me, that day as Noah sat at his desk following a meeting to discuss the plans for his company's next major product launch. He wonders what tonight will bring as he flips to check on his investments. As he pictures what he wants to do to me in his head, his portfolio isn’t the only thing rising.

  What He Wants

  Whilst visiting my aunt, I had to stay in a 4-star hotel. Such pleasures are usually above my pay packet, but my aunt had a few spare dollars and wouldn’t have me stay in a motel. My aunt and her family were boring, but no less boring than the hotel. Once you get over the comforts, it seems rather bog standard. I spent most of my night in the hotel lounge.

  That is where I saw him. I don’t know his name, and I am not sure if he ever bothered to tell me. He was a burningly handsome man in his forties. He had a custom made suit, red silk shirt and pitch black satin tie. He had an effect on every person in the room and I couldn’t stop staring. I was lost in his allure.

  He must have noticed me staring because he sat next to me. He made a witty remark, but I can’t remember it because I wasn’t listening. He could have told me I was under arrest and I would have giggled girlishly and still flirted as I did.

  He smiled as if he could see right through my clothes, and his eyes were so dark and intense that I wanted him from the moment he laid them on me. His gaze was magnetic, and like a demon or an angel, he seduced me like a horny schoolgirl on a park bench. In a whirlwind of words and sensitive sentiment he whisked me from the hotel lounge to the door of his room. He moved in close and pressed my firm figure against the door.

  His sculpted body pressed through his tailored suit and his aroma was so luscious I could have taken bites out of his neck. He moved his lips closer to mine and asked, “Do you want to try something extreme?”

  The way he moved and the seductive way he spoke could have convinced me of anything. I wanted him with such an erotic ferocity that I didn’t care what he wanted or what he said, I just wanted him inside of me now. I was ready. I was willing. I was wet. He stood me before his bed, sat on it, and commanded that I get undressed.

  I started, but he interrupted, “Slowly,” he grizzled in a husky voice. “I want to enjoy you.”

  I slowly stripped until just my white cotton bra and knickers were showing. My pussy was so wet that you could see the warm sticky patch between my legs on my knickers. He stood up in front of me and commanded, “On… Your… Knees.”

  I g
ot on my knees and undid his belt, trousers and pulled down his gold silk boxers. His thick cock was half-flaccid, so I licked it and nuzzled it until it stood tall. Until it stood long, fat and erect with beads of my saliva on it, like a swimmer fresh from the pool.

  I put his cock in my mouth and hummed a yummy noise. He slapped me around the face and said angrily, “Deeper.”

  Oh my god. I was so horny.

  I carried on kissing and sucking his throbbing cock. He hit me again on the side of my face and caught my ear. The noise of the impact shuddered through my head and my cheek turned red.

  “Faster!” He demanded, then he grabbed and handful of my hair and started face fucking me. He was rough and I squirmed like fish caught on a hook. I accidentally bit down on his knob and he swung me around so my head was on his bed. He stood above me and thrust his cock deep into my throat, choking me and making me squawk and gag. He fucked my throat violently and I couldn’t breathe, but I loved every moment of it.

  He pulled his penis from my mouth. It was covered in my spit and snot. He wiped it with his palm and put his hand on my head saying, “Good girl.” He walked over to a small suitcase in the corner and ordered me to go into the bathroom and clean myself up. I was a little scared, but needed him more than I have ever needed any man.

  I emerged from the bathroom and he was naked except for leather shorts that had his cock exposed, but left his balls cuddled neatly in their nest. He put cuffs on my wrists and kissed me hard. I let out a moan and my legs almost gave way. Then he grabbed me by the throat roughly and pushed me against the wall before we sank into another deep kiss.

  Still cuffed, he leant me over his bed to expose my pert, sexy ass. He caressed my velvet buns to feel their smooth and silky texture. I wanted to give a witty remark, but I couldn’t stop smiling, knowing that at some point he was going to bless my cunt with his big sexy shaft.

  He kissed my ass before grabbing a panel and beating the hell out of my behind. I yelled and squealed like a stuck pig, trying to dodge and move away, but he grabbed my pelvis and hit me harder. The crashing thud of each hit reverberated around the room and after screaming “Stop!!!” a few more times--he stopped. Picked me up by my hips, leant me over the bed and pushed three fingers into me.

  He vigorously rubbed and tickled my G-spot violently. I was so panicked and fraught that I was out of breath. I took a deep breath and his fingers pushed harder and faster before I exploded in orgasm and shuddered to the floor.

  I started crying, partly from the ordeal and partly from the joy at never having such a strong orgasm. He gently laid me on my back and tied my feet together with a chain. He stood beside the bed and pulled me towards him as I still lay on my back. He pulled me closer to him by pulling the chain on my handcuffs. He laid his hot body on mine and started kissing me as I laid there blubbering and crying like a fresh virgin that had been plucked from innocence.

  He kissed me softly and lovingly. His eyes were so deep and sharp that I turned to chocolate and melted. His kiss was so sensuous and passionate that I honestly felt he loved me. He slowly wriggled his hips to slip his big throbbing cock into my waiting vagina. I put my shackled wrists around his back and held onto him with the chains. My feet were already chained and behind his ass as it pounded my innocent frame and made my supple breasts bounce back and forth.

  He was musty and sweaty as he rutted and pumped me. He arose out of my shackled grip and stood up to fuck me whilst holding my shackled hands. He pumped harder and faster and grabbed the chain connecting my cuffs. He thrashed and pounded whilst tugging on the chains almost ripping my hands off. I climaxed all over his throbbing cock, but he kept pounding and banging me.

  Drips of warm sweat fell from his hair and ran down his steamy muscular chest. He started slapping and hitting my boobs as he almost broke the bed. As he started to cum he curled his body down and bit my tit as he pushed deep and came inside of me. He let out a growl and collapsed onto me.

  He pulled himself off of me and went into the bathroom. I lay there feeling used and dirty. I felt like a plum that had been left out in the sun to dry and wrinkle. I felt cheap, and dirty and ashamed of myself for doing such disgusting things with a stranger.

  You’re damn right I left him my number.

  Take Me Anywhere

  It wasn’t even planned. We knew we didn’t have long with each other before he had to go home on his bus. He kept touching my ass and running his fingers up my arms and making them tingle. He has a way of moving, and a way of touching me, and a way of kissing me that makes me melt like butter in a warm pan. He has a way of stroking and touching me that makes the tiniest hairs on my skin stand on end.

  He kept sneaking kisses, touching and teasing me whilst we were waiting for his bus. I keep telling him to knock it off, but secretly I loved every second of it. My nipples were so pointed and sensitive that I could almost feel the heat of his body pushing its way through my summer top and cotton bra. We kept kissing, but trying to restrain ourselves because we were at a public bus stop waiting for his bus.

  We grabbed a few seconds’ here and there in-between people walking past the bus shelter. I knew something was going to happen when he threw me up against the metal wall of the bus shelter and pushed himself on me. He pressed his whole body onto mine and I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against his jeans and onto me. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. He pushed his face into mine and I was immobilized.

  I felt hot and blurry and I simply didn’t care anymore. If he had taken his cock out at that moment, I would have grabbed it with both hands and choked my pussy with it. As he kissed me, I couldn’t move. He pulled away and out of testosterone-fueled frustration, he punched the metal wall beside my head. He took hold of my hand and we started walking swiftly out of the bus shelter. He pulled me up the path of a nearby hotel, and jetted off to the side into a wooded area alongside a wall that ran adjacent to the road.

  He started to sit backwards onto the dry woody material on the ground. He pulled me on top of him. We were a fair distance from the hotel, so that people walking towards it may struggle to see us. But, the wall that separated us from the path and the road was only as high as my shoulders when I was stood up. Somebody could easily look over the wall from the path to see what the ruckus was.

  I straddled him and he bucked like a bronco in the Wild West. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans quickly and pulled them off his legs. His laces were so loose that his shoes fell off with the jeans. He stripped off his boxers and the wood, gravel and dirt met his pert behind. It must have been uncomfortable, but I was there to take his mind off it.

  I sat on his cock with my trousers and shoes still on. He struggled to unfasten the buttons on my trousers as I leant down to lick his neck and kiss his ears. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I stood up and took off one shoe and pulled one leg of my trousers off so they were still attached. With my flowery vagina exposed, I moved down to straddle his private parts.

  Without even aiming, I slid down his stiff cock and the hot and sloppy juices from my pussy ran down his shaft and onto his balls. I rode him hard and fast because I wanted him and I wanted him now. I didn’t care that the wood chippings were pushing splinters into my knees, or that the gravel and chippings were cutting up his peachy ass as I rode him. I just wanted him and I wanted him now.

  I ground and rode his slippery stiff cock like a wild animal, rutting away and forcing his cock forwards until I almost snapped it off. In my excitement, I started to moan and lift my head up so that it could be easily seen from the other side of the road.

  A group of university students happened across me riding him like a wild banshee. Above our heads appeared four mobile phones as they took videos of our private porno. I wouldn’t have stopped for anything, I was getting off and I was getting it good.

  I slid and ground him until the muscles in my stomach and legs were screaming with pain. I felt the pressure in my pussy building and I knew I was building to a spe
ctacular finish. It became blurred, and I felt connected to him throughout my entire body.

  I was a little worried that he may arrive at his conclusion before I did, so I rode him faster and started bouncing a little to keep up the momentum. My pussy closed in tight and I could feel an explosion about to happen. I struggled and pushed down to keep his hard pulsating cock in my wet pussy as it my muscles tensed up in a way that nearly pushed him out. I bore down hard and his cock jutted into me like a policeman’s truncheon hard and fast until I finally exploded into orgasm.

  I cried out a low-pitched roar. As I looked down I saw him wincing and squirming with delight as he pumped fresh cum between my waiting pussy lips. I ached and felt pain all over my body, but it was worth it for the blessed relief. I started to get up and heard scurrying footsteps from behind the wall.

  We quickly dusted ourselves off and dressed ourselves. Aching and with our muscles cramping, we climbed out from behind the wall, down the path, dusted ourselves off again and retook our place in the bus shelter. It was only last week before I saw our exploits plastered on several viral porn sites.

  Lusty Leah does have a certain ring to it!

  Taking His Wife

  Larry is one of the scum-bucket day-laborers at work. He has the manners of a pig and the face of a walrus. I hate him to the point where even his smell makes me feel like I have been infected with some sort of disease. I can’t stand the way he walks, moves or talks. I hate him with a passion and I hate the fact he has such a sweet tender wife. We had the chance to chat occasionally, girl on girl, and I really liked her.

  He clearly trapped her whilst she was in her early teens, and as soon as she was 18 he pushed her down the aisle and locked her down as a housewife. Now he’s working on getting her knocked up to lock her in and throw away the key. He is ruining her and she is too delicate and sweet to realize it.

  Larry’s wife is 18 years old, but she looks and acts like a naïve 15 year old. She trusts her scumbag husband so much despite the fact that he cheats on her constantly. She sat across from me right now in her own living room as I explain the things he has done with other women at work. Even as I am saying it, I am sure she doesn’t believe me.