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

by Lily Love

  He stuck his hard dick into Aphrodite’s welcoming mouth.

  He held her head tight, pushing his pride as deep through her throat as he could, while the other squeezed Eva’s wonderful breasts.

  “This is the best surprise ever,” Michael commented, overjoyed.

  Michael could barely contain himself. He had his dick in a beautiful woman’s mouth, with Eva encouraging him, and he was about to explode. He couldn’t stand the idea that this might all be over so soon, and coming too quickly had never been an issue for him before.

  Aphrodite removed his throbbing dick from her mouth, only to begin talking. “Go ahead, cum down my throat. I promise you’ll be ready to go again in no time.” She winked.

  Michael had no idea what she meant, but her enthusiasm was too hard to resist. He promptly shoved his dick back in her warm mouth and began face-fucking her. It wasn’t long before he exploded down her throat, and she lapped up every last bit of it. Aphrodite was ravenous.

  Moments later, Michael already felt his stamina resurfacing, replenishing itself almost immediately. It was incredible.

  He pushed them on their backs and started licking between those wonderfully spread legs. He could hear parallel gasps and in the few moments he used to inhale air, they kissed passionately.

  “My god!” he said, and started fucking Aphrodite like a preying predator. He pushed her strongly with all of his weight, biting her nipples while she screamed for more.

  “Turn around”, he said to Eva. Without stopping, he pushed his fingers inside her wet pussy.

  “Do you want to take her place, baby?”

  “I do.”

  They both screamed as Aphrodite was coming.

  Aware that his culmination was approaching once again, he took it off and started fucking Eva, hardly noticing her head was about to hit the wall. She held on and scratched his back, screaming in repentance, how much she wanted his hard cock.

  It wasn’t long before Michael reached climax again and sent his warmth deep inside of Eva’s wet pussy. He was rubbing her clitoris and feeling the twitches inside while she was coming alongside him.

  Just like before, not thirty seconds later, his stamina had replenished.

  “This is amazing!” Michael yelped.

  He removed his dripping cock from between Eva’s legs and held it over the two women. He seemed to have endless stamina and control. Was this Aphrodite’s doing? Was there more to her than he thought?

  Aphrodite leaned forward and grabbed his throbbing totem with both hands and began stroking it fiercely.

  “Michael, please cover us in your seed. Please!” She begged.

  He could hardly take it. He was about to climax a third time.

  Eva positioned herself alongside Aphrodite and looked up at Michael with puppy-dog eyes, pushing her breasts together, ready to receive his warmth.

  Michael exploded all over both women, covering them both thoroughly in cum, breasts, torso, stomach, neck, mouth.

  Both women were eager to receive the warm reward.

  Michael slept well, cozy between both of his newfound nymphs.

  First thing in the morning, he noticed Aphrodite was missing.

  “Do you know where she went?” he asked Eva.

  “Who do you mean,” Eva responded.

  After a short conversation, it was clear that Eva had no idea what he was talking about.

  “You’re dreaming, boy,” she jested.

  Later that day, Michael was determined to solve the mystery.

  Michael went to the bar to ask if anyone knew this mysterious girl.

  “I’m asking about the girl I left with last night. Do you remember?”

  “Sir, you were alone in your booth all night. You left alone.”

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  “I am in all places where love needs to be saved. That is my job.

  Kisses and more, Aphrodite.”

  Poseidon

  Jessica could hardly wait for “Sapphire Quinn” to reach its harbor. Even before her eyes witnessed mainland, suitcases were packed and a job report was ready for deliverance. The only task remaining was her salary: a bloated, white envelope was about to reward those few months on board.

  She had never appreciated those wild, sandy beaches as much as she did at that moment. Alone and free, she was excited to inhale a bit of fresh breeze, to walk and swim in the shallow water.

  She swam carelessly within the infinite blue surface, allowing the sea to reach all intimate parts of her body. Jessica had curves in all the right places, with golden curls and an innocent smile.

  The shy waves dangling over her breathtaking body inserted a serious dose of magic during this supposedly quiet morning.

  But suddenly, Jessica was not alone anymore.

  “Take a look at the azure sky. Isn’t it magical?” a voice said.

  Shock followed as a natural reaction. She tried to let go, but a pair of eyes, seeming to have stolen a piece of that azure magic, paralyzed her.

  “Don’t run away,” the voice reassured.

  She had no idea where he approached from.

  How did he sneak up on her?

  “But, who are you? Where did you appear from?” she asked.

  Suddenly, flame and fury filled his eyes: “I wish I could take you into the depths, you beautiful maiden. My place is a haven of peace and my bed is the cradle of all love. Who doesn’t crave a world such as that one? I can show you paradise. “

  It was extremely difficult to determine whether he was dangerous, honest, troubled with insanity, or a romantic liar, bothered by the insane wish to possess her. Whatever the case was, Mr. Sudden was quite confident about it, and she was curious.

  Still, nothing about this man was ordinary. Significantly taller than the men she usually dated, her recent visitor had a surreal deepness to his look, silently concealed with her motionless fear to plunge inside the unknown. However, that quiet summer afternoon and the circumstances wrapped like his hands around her waist, the day spoke only of sin.

  “I have to go,” she said, only half hoping he’d accept her answer.

  While walking forward, she witnessed the most unexpected scenery.

  The sea in front of her split in a long row, creating an incredible waterfall. She just froze, waiting for the depths to swallow her body, as her green eyes wandered to the coast expecting to see hundreds of people. But she could not even see the coast.

  They were alone.

  Fear was an aphrodisiac.

  He could not have been more delighted to touch that wonderful body. The two of them in the middle of nowhere, almost hearing blood boil beneath their wet skins.

  Suddenly, the sky opened and began to pour down upon them.

  Enormous rain drops crashed on their naked bodies. She gasped, her heart racing.

  She wanted to be a subject of his will, used and left aside, tiredly begging for more.

  Down there, warm liquids melted with water.

  Shivers were so strong, it almost hurt.

  Her mouth stole furiously, his air, while they filled their hands with each-others bodies.

  Too busy to let go of his admirable muscles, she yearned to search instinctively for that amazing totem, made of meat and pure pleasure. She finally touched it… once, twice, until he grabbed her ass strongly and thrust it inside her, deeply.

  “Oh god, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” she replied in insanity.

  She could feel every millimeter rubbing the edge of her vagina, while his balls slapped against her skin furiously.

  Twitchy and overexcited, she began climaxing without any control, aware she could go on doing it for hours.

  He stuck his teeth on her neck.

  “Please, let me swallow you!” she begged.

  Few seconds after, her head was underwater, sucking the last drops of sperm, preferring that taste to the air she had previously known.

  Now that the heat was off, a feeling of shame appeared. How to look at this man’s eyes?

>   But there was no need of remorse.

  “Who would have imagined you were such a talent, pearl?” he said, smiling.

  “My name is Poseidon,” he said, sternly.

  Poseidon?

  She laughed. Handsome and funny, hell of a combination!

  “You certainly fucked me in a divine manner, I suppose! If you want a repeat performance, just tell me where you are staying and…”

  She turned, but she was completely alone once again.

  Was this a hallucination?

  There was one thing she felt she knew for sure… he was not a product of her imagination.

  How did she know?

  She could still feel his seed on her tongue.

  …

  Was he…?

  Hephaestus

  “Please, send somebody before it is too late!”

  Nicole trembled, desperately hoping that somebody would come to save her life.

  She was stuck in a ring of flames, unable to move from the armchair where she usually read and took her afternoon naps.

  It was as if something held her down. Her body was weighted.

  In a matter of seconds, her usual daytime nap had turned into a nightmare.

  The candles, she thought. What a reckless, irresponsible act!

  As a curtain of smoke hampered her breathing, she made efforts to move her legs. She was not successful. It seemed like an immense force pulled her to the ground.

  “”Help me! Please help me!” she screamed.

  The door opened in a furious crush, but the well-equipped firemen she expected were not there.

  Instead, an extremely tall man stood there alone, looking at her as if nothing was happening.

  He did not move.

  “Why are you standing there? Don’t you see my room is burning? I cannot move, please come and take me!”

  Anxious to escape, Nicole didn’t pay attention to the specific circumstances surrounding her.

  Yes, there was a fire, but rather than spreading around under the influence of oxygen, the fire burned in a perfect circle, leaving half of the room untouched. And this strange man did not seem to care at all.

  He finally spoke: “Do you believe in the existence of Gods?”

  Rather than fear, she was shocked.

  “Am I involved in some kind of cult ritual?” she wondered. Whatever it was, she could not avoid it.

  As if the fire was not enough, now she had to deal with a lunatic.

  Ok then, let’s play along.

  “I do,” she replied.

  The answer obviously pleased the stranger.

  Then, the most incredible thing followed: he took a deep breath and turned the fire off with a single blow.

  The only thing she was able to believe was that this was an act of heaven. Her less-than-honest answer was starting to seem more real.

  It couldn’t be. This was some kind of prank or trick.

  The game continued.

  “Who are you? How did you do that?” She inquired.

  Realizing she was not motionless anymore, she quickly jumped off the chair, hesitating on whether to approach him.

  There was something special about his looks.

  He had wide, muscular shoulders, small eyes, but an incredibly observant expression. He was handsome, athletic, and seemed to pulse with an aura of power that sent chills down her spine.

  “I am Hephaestus, son of Zeus,” he said in a mighty tone.

  The serious expression on his face showed explicit self-confidence, which convinced her even more that she was dealing with a lunatic, despite what she had earlier seen.

  A handsome lunatic who actually controls fire and has no intention of leaving her house soon certainly made for an interesting situation.

  “I have observed you for a long time. But you are not a goddess. What are you? Are you a nymph?” Hephaestus asked.

  The atmosphere was stuffed with a sense of calm terror.

  She obviously stood on the mere edge between fantasy and reality.

  “I am a librarian. I work with books.”

  Hephaestus shook his head in disbelief.

  “Work? But you are too beautiful to work!” He seemed shocked.

  Sweet, she thought.

  “I gather all knowledge at one place and I transfer it to people. It’s a rather noble pursuit.” She explained her work matter-of-factly.

  “Well then, you are the Athena of this strange kingdom. I am pleased to meet you, your highness!” He bowed with a dose of respect and sarcasm, both at once.

  “You bet I am.” She replied.

  She felt slightly more confident to approach him. Now, that no smoke or shadow covered his face, she discovered he was in fact, a very attractive man… a man whose spontaneity might heal her loneliness.

  “Can I… touch you?” He asked genuinely.

  With an instinctive movement he reached out for her hand and looked at it with admiration: “Your hand is so soft.” He nuzzled it like a beast.

  Crazy or not, she was turned on by this strange creature.

  You’d better be godlike in bed, she thought.

  “Oh, sweet librarian! Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Hephaestus said, only half-joking.

  “Try me on, first”, she whispered.

  Not even she could believe how much desire he had provoked in her. She caressed his chest, licking every fissure scar. And there were many.

  He had eyes that clearly appreciated the scenery. In few moves, he ripped her skirt apart and looked at her crotch.

  “You like it? It’s yours for the taking,” she offered.

  The next thing you know, his hands were exploring her secret garden.

  The satisfaction of his long tongue sucking her clit turned their innocent romance into a furious battle for pleasure.

  The more he squeezed her ass, the more she needed him inside of her.

  The urge for penetration was strong.

  “Lunge upward,” he begged. “Yes, just like that. Take it completely inside.”

  He pushed as hard as he possibly could.

  “Do you see now how insatiable I am?” He growled.

  With every single move he made deeper inside her warmth, she moaned in ecstasy and pleasure.

  Nicole gasped and felt climax approaching.

  A powerful orgasm furiously came and left her body, but soon, another followed.

  Heavenly or not, this was the best sex she had ever experienced.

  Pounding inside, he suddenly screamed and powerful flames appeared behind him against the backdrop of the room.

  Her eyes wide, it was clear this man was in control of elemental fire.

  Maybe he was a deity after all…

  Down her hips, a stream of wetness found itself flowing.

  She lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling that Hephaestus had already said goodbye. Still, she didn’t want to wake up in a rush.

  She looked around at the empty room, absent of flame, blinked once or twice, and smiled.

  Nothing was on fire, anymore.

  Dionysus

  Sundays at the “Sapphire” were quiet as usual. Nothing but the calm violin sounds interrupted Maggie’s devoted battle with the last piece of cannelloni.

  Due to the strict nutritional regime, Sunday was the only day she could afford a proper dinner, such as only the “Sapphire” could guarantee!

  This must be how food tastes in heaven, she thought.

  A few tables away, an elegant gentleman was slowly finishing his second glass of Pinot Noir. He felt a wave of warmth going through his veins, not just because of such strong taste, but also because his entire body reacted to the presence of an extremely good-looking woman.

  He observed Maggie.

  Luckily for him, she was so concerned with her meal that she hardly noticed that someone’s eyes constantly walked all across her body.

  The position she sat in revealed the very best of her riches: smooth, well-shaped legs, crossed over each oth
er and probably the biggest, perfectly curved pair of tits he had ever seen.

  She randomly picked up hair was dark and shiny, and she definitely had a seductive smile. Yes, she was gorgeous.

  “Did you like your order, miss?” The waiter asked, lifting her plate and putting a glass on the table instead.

  “This is a modest regard from the gentleman from the other table. He asked whether he could enjoy your company.”

  The wine did look promising, she thought.

  She was about to be disturbed on a peaceful Sunday night, but if the intruder had such exquisite taste in wine, he was fairly welcomed. She turned around and glanced, surprised by her own shyness.

  “Dear Lord, I must have won the lottery!”

  Mister Perfect was greeting her with a glass of the same Pinot, obviously pleased she accepted his sign of attention. Indeed-Maggie was a beautiful girl, but her relationship history was unfamiliar with such elegant men.

  “Cheers!” she said. With a short, wavy movement of her hand, she called him to join her table.

  “I hope I am not disturbing you,” said the man, leaning and gently kissing her palm.

  “Oh, of course not… please, do take a seat.” She responded.

  “You know, I am not really a guy who intrudes people this way, but when I saw you, I could not stop myself. I thought ‘what an incredible lady!’ Miss…?”

  “Maggie. My name is Maggie.”

  “Nice to meet you, Maggie. My name is Dionysus.”

  He smiled, observing her confused expression.

  “Sorry…” she said nervously.

  “Oh, don’t worry. I get a lot of those looks when I introduce myself. My mother, you know. She was Greek.”

  “Dionysus was the God of wine, wasn’t he?”

  He looked at her and nodded.

  “Cheers for the trivia knowledge, Maggie!”

  “You certainly chose the best wine they have here, Dionysus. I didn’t even know Sapphire had such a marvelous collection.”

  “It is an old harvest. The older the better!”

  Even though the conversation flew pleasantly, he could clearly see she was cutely nervous. She constantly changed the position of her legs and her trembling fingers played with her hair.

  It was clear he was extremely interested in this woman.

  Using the “always working” strategy, he informed her of his successful business in supposed regret over the lonely life of a well-situated bachelor.