Five Minute Fantasies 1

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Take off your trousers,’ he ordered. Serena continued to gaze her challenging stare, knowing it would annoy him. Deeply passionate, she liked to make his blood boil. She liked him to undress her. She liked the sensation of being unwrapped like a precious gift, the feeling of his urgent hands tugging at the material, his long fingers easing her trousers over slender hips, exposing her little bud beneath a skimpy pair of white panties.

  He gazed at the black tufts of pubic hair. That always turned him on. There was something so animal, yet so feminine in their silkiness. He trailed a finger across her panties and then slid it under the delicate fabric to ease it inside her.

  ‘Do you like this, darling?’ he asked as he eased his finger in and out.

  He fancied he heard her groan with delight. At the same time, he nuzzled his face down into her perfume and licked his finger, lubricating it as it slid deliciously into her darkest secret place.

  He wanted her splayed open now across the sofa and gently pulled her legs wide apart. The thin material of her panties still hid her opening from him as he licked and moistened the fabric. Happy with the sopping wet patch, he stood up and leant down easing her arms upward to pull off her jumper. Stunning, full, heavy breasts strained against her bra. He stood between her legs and pulled a breast roughly out of the lace prison of her bra, grasping it in one hand. Henry rubbed it urgently around his face. He felt the sharp nipple zip across his cheeks, and teased it against his forehead. Finally he gave himself and her the ultimate pleasure of playing it around his lips. Round and round he pushed it, hearing his own breathing urgent and ragged now as he anticipated taking her breast in his mouth. He opened wide and sucked the huge brown peak deep over his waiting lips. It tasted delicious. Sweet and round, he wanted to choke on it.

  With his other hand, Henry reached down to the flimsy panties and listened to the delightful ripping sound as he tore them off. As he sucked frantically at her nipple, Henry massaged Serena’s sex again, rubbing his palm urgently over the softness of her pubes. His erection was pushing hard now, grating against the cushions and he longed to bury it in her warmth. He was near to coming but he mustn’t waste his hardness. He must make her come as well.

  Panting with exertion, he knew he had to see her from behind. He pushed away and turned her so that she was kneeling, the top half of her body spreadeagled on the sofa, her hair tumbling behind her. He had total power over her and he knew she loved it. She liked nothing more than to subjugate herself to his needs. That was how their marriage worked. It wasn’t about clever conversation or witty repartee. It was about master and slave, client and whore, man and woman. She was waiting for him but he needed to savour her just a little longer before he gave her the ultimate satisfaction.

  Unzipping his trousers, still in his jacket and tie, he pulled out his cock to throb in his hand. He cupped a rounded, peach-like buttock with his other hand. One day she would surely allow him to defile her tightly clamped arse bud. Just thinking about it stiffened him more. But that wasn’t for today. The ultimate practitioner in control, Henry was saving that for a time in the future when his needs had escalated. At present she could satisfy him well enough in the position she was now. On all fours.

  Before he entered, he bent double and licked her cunny from behind, lapping at lips opening like a flower, he drank up their scent. He smiled. She smelt of him, pungent and unwashed from their lovemaking last night. Without realising it, he had started to buck his hips even though he wasn’t inside her yet. As he gently rocked he drew his tongue up, past her fanny lips and over her forbidden bud, moistening between her cheeks. If he could stand it, if he could stand it without coming…. There. He eased his aching cock between her bum cheeks, teasing the little hole, not entering but massaging the straining flesh. He moistened her with his saliva, lubricating his cock so that he could slide deliciously up and down her. Her face pushed into the cushions, he grasped the back of her hair. She knew what was going to happen, she wanted it, maybe she would cry out when he did it.

  He couldn’t stand it any longer, he grabbed his near exploding cock and forced it inside her cunny feeling the ecstasy as her lips closed over him and sucked him in. Hers was the tightest he had ever had. Almost painfully tight, she enclosed herself around him, pulling at him deliciously as he gained momentum. This was the best ever. Every time was the best ever. He pounded up and down, watching and hearing her arse thump back into him as he mounted her, pushing her cheeks up higher and higher in his passion.

  She loved to be fucked hard, to be hammered to the point of calling for mercy. His balls became heavy. He could feel it working its way up inside him, any minute, any minute. He felt himself losing control, leant down, cupped both her heavy breasts in his hands and shot a pumping spurt of come into her depths. Yelling at the top of his voice he shouted ‘I love you, I love you. I love you,’ the last cry, echoed into the quiet of the room. As he pulled himself out of her, Henry felt embarrassed by his uncontrolled passion. He apologised profusely. She didn’t mind though. Her only thought was to please him. He collapsed, sated and soaking wet beside her.

  The best ever…yet again.

  She was all that mattered to him. She was perfection. The emotion was so much he could hardly speak. But then chatting was never going to be their thing.

  He got up, flipped her over and looked into her glassy emotionless eyes. He would now carry her under one arm to the bedroom, she was so light, and put her carefully back in her box at the bottom of the wardrobe, folding the tissue paper over the smoothness of her rubber limbs. She would lie there patiently and wait for him. She was his special doll, better than all the ones before, surely the most beautiful one he had ever owned.

  A Day Of Pampering

  by Eva Hore

  My wife Julie’s birthday was coming up and I was determined to do something extra special for her. We’d been married ten years and every year she never forgot to buy me a sensational birthday gift and every year I always forgot about hers. I didn’t do it on purpose; I’m just not good at remembering those things.

  This year though it was going to be different.

  A friend of mine from work put me on to this agency. Whatever you desired, whatever your fantasy, they promised to deliver. I made an appointment and spent three hours pouring over what I wanted for Julie. I can tell you, I was excited, and as the day drew closer, it took all my willpower not to spill the beans.

  I woke early, slipping downstairs to usher in the chef I’d hired. While I showered and dressed in the guest room, breakfast was prepared. I slipped back upstairs with a single red rose. Waving the perfumed petals under Julie’s nose, I watched as it twitched, her sense aroused.

  Her eyes fluttered open to see me resting on the bed beside her. She smiled and then her brow furrowed as she took in my appearance and our bedroom where I’d placed the ten bouquets of red roses I had ordered.

  ‘What the?’ she said sitting up.

  ‘Happy Birthday darling,’ I said.

  ‘What? How…what,’ she stuttered, clearly overwhelmed.

  ‘One bouquet for each wonderful year we’ve been married,’ I said as she fingered the roses next to the bed. ‘For each year I’ve not done enough to make your day special.’

  ‘Darling,’ she smiled, reaching over to wrap her arms around my neck. ‘I don’t know what to say.’

  ‘There’s nothing for you to say,’ I said. ‘Today is your day. I have everything planned. You are to do nothing except for what I tell you to do, and, to start off,’ I said, clapping my hands, ‘breakfast is served’.

  The chef opened the door carrying in the breakfast tray. Julie’s eyes opened wide while she pulled the sheet up to cover her scantily clothed body.

  ‘Good morning, mam,’ the chef said. ‘I hope everything is to your satisfaction.’

  He placed the tray over Julie’s lap, leaving the room temporarily to fetch my own tray. Bowing he silently left the room after removing the lids from the plates of food.
/>   ‘What is all this?’ Julie said, breathless.

  ‘It’s breakfast,’ I said smugly.

  ‘Very funny. How did you do all this?’ she asked.

  ‘Never mind,’ I said, pouring some champagne into a chilled flute.

  ‘And this food. Porridge with cinnamon, scrambled eggs with salmon, croissants, toast and fresh fruit. And these jams. Imported! What did you do? Rob a bank?’ she looked serious when she said that.

  ‘Come on. I want you to enjoy every aspect of today. And I don’t want you worrying about money. Everything is paid for so relax, eat and be prepared to be pampered,’ I said, spooning her some porridge.

  ‘Oh, that’s delicious,’ she said, feeding me mine.

  We sat there eating our gourmet breakfast and sipping champagne. When she finished she snuggled up against me. Her hand undid the zipper on my jeans and my cock, already rigid, popped out of my jocks.

  ‘Hmm, very nice,’ she said, her tongue lapping at my shaft.

  ‘Very nice indeed,’ I said, smoothing her hair away from her face so I could watch her suck me.

  I was lucky to have such a wonderful wife, but after today I think she’d be the one knowing how lucky she was. I’d planned the best birthday any woman could ask for.

  She rose above me, straddling my waist, her hot pussy lips teasing my knob. She guided it in and I sighed with satisfaction as my cock slipped into her wetness. Her silky juices enveloped me and she rode me quickly, heatedly, as her passion rose.

  A knock on the door had her off in a flash; the duvet pulled up around us as the chef entered to remove the trays.

  ‘Will that be all, sir?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes, Jeeves,’ I said.

  ‘Jeeves! His name is really Jeeves?’ Julie laughed when he closed the door behind him.

  ‘Yes, it is. Now get back on my cock, woman, and be quick about it. You have to leave in an hour,’ I laughed as she threw off the duvet.

  ‘Leave! Where am I going?’ she asked, her eyes flashing with excitement.

  ‘It’s a surprise,’ I said. ‘You’ll find out soon enough.’

  She threw off her flimsy nightie and impaled herself upon me. I knew how excited she was. She loved surprises and this one was going to be the best one yet. She rode me with renewed vigour and it wasn’t long before her pussy was contracting, her juices smothering my cock before I too came.

  We showered together. I washed her gently, lovingly, soaping up her body, running my fingers over her curves, her breasts, in between the folds of her pussy. She tried to grab my cock but I slapped her hand away, pushed her up against the shower wall and went down on my knees to lick her.

  She lifted a leg, threw it over my shoulder. I found her clit, rubbed it with my fingers while my tongue lapped at her juices. She came, her juices running down my chin, her knees buckling so I had to hold her up. I carried and lay her dried body on the bed.

  ‘Oh darling,’ she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. ‘That was fantastic.’

  I looked down at her. Her body was amazingly toned for a thirty-five-year-old. Her breasts were still firm, her nipples large, dark brown and inviting. Her waist was small and her hips rounded, her legs long and smooth. My eyes roamed down to her pubic hair and I pulled at it gently before tapping at her slit. Her legs fell open and I buried my head there nuzzling her while she opened her legs eagerly.

  ‘Oh no,’ I said, laughing. ‘You’ve got to be dressed in ten minutes.’

  She pouted, unwilling to leave the bed. I opened her wardrobe door, pulled out her tracksuit and some underwear and threw it on the bed.

  ‘Hurry up,’ I said, hearing the peal of the doorbell.

  ‘Who’s that?’ she asked.

  ‘Jeeves will let you know,’ I said.

  There was a tap on the door and she quickly pulled on her clothes.

  ‘Your car is here, mam,’ he said.

  ‘My car,’ she said, looking at me confused.

  I took her hand and led her down to the front door. A chauffeur stood there all decked out in his uniform, looking pretty handsome too, I might add. She squeezed my hand tight and I heard the intake of her breath when she saw the stretch limousine waiting for her at the curb.

  Rich velvet upholstery covered every inch, including the walls. The ceiling was in mirrors and the windows tinted black. A bar was in one corner and the stereo system filtered soft music throughout.

  We sat there while the chauffeur poured more champagne. I noticed some of the neighbours had come out to see what was going on.

  ‘I feel like a movie star,’ she said. ‘Where are we going?’

  ‘You’ll see. Just sit back and relax,’ I said, flicking the lock on the window panel so the driver couldn’t see us.

  Her hand groped for my cock while my fingers slipped inside her tracksuit pants. Her pussy was still wet and hot. I slid in a finger as she pulled at my zip, trying to free my cock. Her mouth licked at my neck before working its way up to my mouth. She kissed me, more passionately than she had in a long time. Reluctantly removing her hand from my cock, I pulled her into my open arm and she snuggled next to me while my hand lay protectively across her breast as we sped to our destination.

  The plan was for her to be pampered all day long. Body wraps, exfoliation, sauna, pedicure, manicure, facial, and massage, everything you could think of right down to her underwear and a new black dress.

  She was ready by five o’clock and I must admit, when she floated down the steps towards the limo where I was waiting, I had to look twice. They’d done her hair and make-up and she looked like a million dollars.

  I was already in my tuxedo and the smile on her beautiful face was worth the money I’d spent organising this. We sped off into town, to the ritziest hotel in the city for a seafood dinner. Lobster, prawn, calamari, all of her favourite foods washed down with French champagne.

  We dined in leisurely fashion and by ten o’clock we were both ready to go home. She wanted to thank me for her wonderful day. I wanted to see her reaction to the rest of the night.

  The house was lit with candles when we arrived home. All through the house candles set the mood while soft music filtered down from upstairs. A trail of rose petals led the way to our bedroom where the whole bed was covered with them.

  A parcel sat in the middle of the bed, and I watched with amusement as her mouth worked but no words escaped. I took her hand and led her to the bed, motioning for her to sit down. I placed the box on her lap then I sat in a chair opposite to watch her reaction.

  She pulled at the ribbons and lifted the lid. Inside on a red velvet cushion were handcuffs, two sets, a blindfold and a small whip. Beneath the cushion was another gift, this one a huge black dildo with a tickler attached. Her face, already flushed from the wine, took on a new glow, and something animalistic surfaced.

  ‘Kinky, huh?’ she smirked.

  I stood pulling her up with me. Unzipping her dress I let it fall to the floor and I had my first glimpse of the sexy underwear I’d picked out. She was wearing a lacy red and black bra with a matching g-string. I ran my hand over black suspenders and silky stockings.

  My hand reached into the box to pull out the silk blindfold. I tied it over her eyes, my hands then running over her body to linger on her breasts where my fingers stole their way into the cups to squeeze her nipples.

  My cock throbbed in time with my heart as I lay her amongst the rose petals. Taking each set of handcuffs, I attached them to her wrists and ankles, the soft fur ensuring her comfort. I stood back to admire her. She’d never looked sexier.

  ‘I love you,’ I whispered in her ear. ‘Trust me.’

  I heard the intake of her breath. I had her right where I wanted her. Unable to move, unable to control the situation. I knew what her fantasies were. We’d talked about them for the last ten years, preferring not to act upon them, but tonight was different, tonight was special, tonight she was going to get exactly what she’d fantasised about all these years.

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nbsp; A light tap on the door had her pulling against the restraints.

  ‘Enter,’ I said.

  In walked the very sexy woman that I’d chosen from the catalogue. She came directly to the bed and I sat back on the chair. She was dressed in a sexy teddy, cut high on the thigh, with pull up stockings. She was blond, tanned a golden honey and was wearing the highest stilettos I’d ever seen.

  She bent over the bed and I got a good look at her arse. Took all my willpower not to let my hands roam over her. She ran a red painted fingernail down the side of Julie’s cheek, down her chin and then up over her lips. Julie was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling as the finger continued down and over the swell of her breasts.

  Julie’s flesh broke out in a shiver and the woman, Vanessa, cupped each breast before un-clipping the bra from the centre and allowing it to fall open under her armpits.

  Her nipples were rigid, standing up firmly under Vanessa’s scrutiny. Vanessa lowered her head, her blonde hair tickling Julie’s face and I watched Julie breathe in her scent and knew that she would know now that it was a woman, not a man, who had come to seduce her.

  A smile played on her lips, threatening to spread, and I knew that what I’d done pleased her. I watched as Vanessa’s mouth covered a nipple and she sucked it deep into her mouth while her other hand pinched and squeezed it. She smothered her face in between her cleavage and then her hot tongue trailed downwards.

  By the time she reached the edge of her panties Julie was breathing hard, squirming against the restraints as her passion rose. Vanessa’s fingers found their way into the crotch to tickle Julie’s pussy. She tugged at the material before scrunching it up in her hand and with a quick tug she ripped them from her.

  Vanessa picked up the whip, slapping it into her open palm. Gently, she slapped at Julie’s open thighs. Then she slapped at her inner thighs, a moan of satisfaction coming from Julie. A harder slap on her naked pussy had her squealing for more. Vanessa discarded the whip and climbed up on the bed.

  Seeing my wife lying there naked with another woman between her open thighs had my cock hard like granite. I rubbed at it through my trousers, while Vanessa lowered herself only inches from Julie’s pussy. Her tongue flickered out to connect with Julie’s slit.