Five Minute Fantasies 1

by Cathryn Cooper

  There was a gasp, then a shriek of indignation. I looked up to see a woman standing there in all her party finery. She was standing just inside the door, staring at us with wide eyes. Mitch glanced up briefly and then buried his face against my shoulder. He went at me harder.

  ‘Close the fucking door,’ I growled, and she disappeared like a puff of smoke.

  Mitch began to laugh. His belly jerked against mine, but he didn’t make a sound. He shoved harder into me and whispered into my ear, ‘How close are you?’

  ‘I’m there,’ I said, and suddenly it was the truth. I was right there on the edge, as long as he didn’t stop moving, as long as he didn’t lose the rhythm. ‘Don’t stop…’

  He knew exactly what I meant, and he didn’t stop. His motion was unbroken. He suddenly pulled back just enough to see my face. He took my hair in his hand to hold me steady. He was watching my eyes, taking in every expression. I looked right back at him until that orgasm started to sweep over me from the inside out, and then I closed my eyes to the sensation.

  ‘Look at me,’ he demanded.

  I opened my eyes. The orgasm slammed me. I cried out, not giving a damn who heard, too far gone to give a shit if there was anyone outside or not. I thrust up hard against him. The motion took him by surprise, and he was pushed back a step. But that gave him more leverage for that last thrust, the one that pushed him right over the edge with me.

  He hollered. He was louder than I was.

  ‘Holy fuck,’ he whispered, and pressed his forehead against my shoulder. He slowly caught his breath. When he pulled out of me, I realized how hard it had been. I was going to be sore for days.

  I ran my fingers through his hair until he stood up and looked at me with that wicked smirk.

  ‘You’re all kinds of wet now,’ he said.

  ‘So are you.’

  He ran his fingers over my skin. Every inch he could reach, he touched. He slowly pulled my dress back together and zipped it up in the back. He pulled the wayward pins from my hair and fluffed it around my face, then abruptly bent forward to breathe deeply of the scent. I was surprised at that look of contentment on his face.

  ‘There’s nothing in this world that smells as good as a woman’s hair,’ he said.

  Then he stood up and slowly put his own clothing back together. He let me watch. He pulled paper towels from the container on the side of the sink. He ran water over them and offered them to me. I cleaned up as he kissed me once more, harder than before.

  We both smelled like sex and champagne.

  It wasn’t long before we were both presentable again. He didn’t bother to blot his jacket – he simply threw it over one shoulder and quirked a smile at me. His hair was tangled and his eyes were bright. He put my purse into my hands and opened the door.

  ‘After you, sweetheart.’

  I walked out of the bathroom and blinked at the bright lights. There was no one out there in the hallway, but I could hear voices from the valet parking, a motor coming to the curb, and the sound of laughter and music from the party. Mitch leaned down and kissed me one more time, slowly and thoroughly. ‘I’m sure we will run into each other again soon,’ he said.

  He sauntered down the hallway. He picked up my empty champagne glass as he passed it, flipped it in his fingers, and held it up over his shoulder for me to see. The lights glittered off the glass.

  He didn’t look back, but I knew he was wearing that smirk.

  The Hotel Room

  by Dianne Cross

  Alexa paced the room, chewing on the side of her thumb. It wasn’t like him to be late. Since she and Mark had begun meeting in hotel rooms like this he had always been on time and as eager as she was not to miss their sessions together. She paused in front of a long mirror to admire the black silk-and-lace bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings with seams, tweaked a stocking-top into place with a red-painted nail and smiled. Her black shoes had high, thin heels and sexy straps. She had really gone out on a limb with this outfit, but the cost was worth it: she knew she looked gorgeous.

  Anticipation hardened her nipples and she brushed the palms of her hands over the sheer silk fabric, imagining they were his hands, then ran a hot tongue across her lipstick making it gleam in the soft light coming from the bedroom. If he didn’t come soon she was going to have to start without him and bring herself off.

  There was a light tap on the door. As she moved to open it heat flooded through her and her heart beat faster. Today there was no time to admire the breadth of his shoulders, to smell the erotic scent of him before he crashed the door back on its hinges, picked her up bodily and rained kisses on her neck and face. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed the door shut with his foot and carried her over to the bed.

  ‘Hungry?’

  He growled close to her ear. ‘What do you think?’

  ‘Famished,’ she said, her voice teasing. ‘And what do you intend to do about it?’

  He rolled her onto the bed and lay on top of her, fully dressed, pinning her arms to her sides, nibbling at her lower lip, grinding his hips against the black lace.

  ‘I’ve been thinking about your body all day and what I’m going to do to it.’

  He leaned down and sucked on her right nipple through the silk, teasing it, biting it gently.

  She held his head to her breast and kissed the top of his head. ‘You’re late. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.’

  Mark stopped teasing her nipple and looked up at her. ‘You’re beginning to sound like a wife, Alexa. That’s not what we come here for, is it?’

  She bit her lip. ‘No, sorry. My mistake.’ She knew he hated discussing their lives outside the hotel room. ‘But…’

  He silenced her with a kiss. ‘No buts, just sex…we agreed…OK?’

  She nodded. ‘OK.’

  ‘Good girl.’

  It wasn’t hard for her to smile at him with her eyes as well as her mouth. Just thinking about his lovemaking always made her feel good and tonight was no exception. His late arrival made her ache for his body inside hers, and the sooner, the better.

  Removing his own clothes and dropping them on the floor, he slowly took off her bra and panties and left her in the suspender belt, stockings and shoes. He kissed every inch of her body, ignoring all her favourite erogenous zones until she wanted to scream at him.

  ‘Mark, darling, I can’t take any more of this. Please, please fuck me now!’

  ‘You’re nowhere near ready yet, my sweet.’

  ‘I can’t, I truly can’t hold on another second.’

  She dragged her red-tipped nails down his back and thrust her hips upwards. He groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure. Perhaps a few scratches would goad him into action. Something needed to happen, and fast. She couldn’t bear to stay on this plateau of ‘almost-but-not-quite-there’ for ever.

  He knew how close to release she was getting and his smile was wicked as he played with her body.

  Behind her ears, her sensitive nipples, her inner thighs, her throbbing clit were all saved until he heard her deep, ragged breathing and then he plundered them mercilessly with his lips and tongue.

  His timing was impeccable, as always. Just when she thought she would go mad with tension he opened her thighs and forced his hard, throbbing cock deep into her. She opened her eyes wide and her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’. His size and the strength of his thrust always surprised her.

  He lowered his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue into her, pushing in and out in unison with his cock, heightening the intensity of the fuck. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his shoulders and, moaning, gave herself up to wave after wave of orgasm.

  Just as Alexa began to lose her mind to the erotic sensations pulsing through her body, she heard Mark’s gravelly voice in her ear.

  ‘Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easily, you little bitch! I could be scarred for life by those nails.’

  Before she had time to drag h
er senses back to the present and think about what he meant by that, he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach with no more effort than turning a page in a book.

  Stunned, she felt him grip her hips and drag her on to her knees. One hand kept her in position as he slid a couple of fingers into her soaking wet vagina and scooped out her juices. Then he found her ass and slid his wet fingers in, making sure the entrance was well lubricated. Before Alexa realised what was happening to her Mark had gripped her hips, stretched open her ass cheeks with his thumbs and thrust his still-throbbing cock into the tightest hole of all.

  She gasped with shock, but soon a very different sensation washed over her as she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls banging against her wet clit. She opened her legs wider, pushed her bum higher and harder against him, greedily ensuring that every last centimetre of his hard cock was deep inside her.

  Suddenly, the thing she most needed was to feel the wet slap, slap of his balls against her clit. The new sensation was beginning to make every sensuous bone in her body feel as though it was melting.

  He leaned over her back and stroked her body until his hands were cupping her breasts, rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling them peak and harden, driving her wild. Then he kissed her neck.

  ‘Happy?’

  ‘Mmmm.’

  ‘Good. So am I.’ He gripped her hips again and slowed his pace. ‘Mmm, this view is even better,’ he said, watching his cock sliding slowly in and out of her tight little ass, deliberately taking his time.

  Alexa smiled to herself. Mark thought he was in control, but it was time to show him he wasn’t. She gripped his shaft with her muscles then slid a hand between her legs and gently started to scratch his balls.

  ‘Aaaahhh. No! That’s not fair.’

  ‘What’s not fair?’

  He groaned. ‘You know what that does to me.’

  ‘I know. You love it. Besides, everything in lust is fair, surely?’

  ‘Some things are fairer than others.’

  Alexa could tell by his voice that he was close to the edge. Hiding her wicked smile, she continued with her scratching, wanting to push him over the top, wanting to be in control. In all honesty, she knew she was lost.

  He was thrusting against her so hard she almost lost her balance. Then with a last violent thrust he gripped her tightly as wave after wave of hot sticky sperm spurted into her.

  They collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed. Somewhere along the way Alexa had lost her shoes and her stockings were shredded. She smiled smugly. It had been worth it. She’d had her best fuck for weeks.

  Later, as Mark dressed, she said ‘You’ll call me again?’

  ‘After this evening?’ He leaned over her and smiled. ‘Probably.’

  ‘I was that good, huh?’

  He kissed the tip of her nose and let himself silently out of the hotel room.

  She lay as long as she dared, wrapped in pleasurable contentment. Glancing at her watch she saw she would have to make a move. The real world was about to intrude.

  Later, at home in bed, she snuggled up to her husband. ‘God, you smell like you’ve spent the evening having sex with a cheap tart.’

  She felt him chuckle. ‘Perhaps I have,’ he said.

  ‘Well, I hope she was good.’

  ‘She was brilliant, actually.’

  Alexa smiled. ‘I’m glad to hear it.’ She paused for a second. ‘Seriously though, darling, did I hurt your back?’

  ‘You didn’t draw blood, if that’s what you mean.’

  ‘I wonder what you would have done if I had?’

  ‘One day you might find out.’

  Just then, one of the twins cried out in his sleep. ‘Oh, no,’ said Alexa. Then she brightened up. ‘It’s your turn tonight.’

  Mark groaned as he slid out of bed and headed in the direction of the nursery. Alexa rolled over, buried her head in her pillow and went contentedly to sleep.

  Playing To The Camera

  by Stephen Albrow

  The only sound in the empty street was the metallic chime of Marianne’s silver-tipped stiletto heels on the pavement. It was almost two in the morning, so all the shops and restaurants were closed for the night. A few late night drinkers were spilling out of the 24-hour wine bar, but otherwise the place was deserted. She was completely alone, except really she wasn’t. She could feel the eyes gazing down upon her – the weighty stare of the CCTV cameras.

  A street lamp glistened near the vintage boutique where she’d bought the fake fur coat she was wearing that night. She window-shopped for a couple of minutes, admiring the pretty arrangements of handbags and heels in the display, but she could see something else in the window, too – the reflection of the CCTV camera hanging from the nearby lamp. Wondering if anyone was watching her, she undid the catch of her knee-length coat, pulled open the lapels and flashed at the window. Underneath the coat, she wore nothing but a pair of jet-black stockings and a suspender belt. She held her coat open, getting turned on by her own nakedness, but hoping even more that someone might be watching her.

  Slowly, Marianne turned around and faced the CCTV camera. The chill night air had made her nipples harden, or perhaps it was simply a sign of her increasing arousal. Swaying her hips from side to side, she moved towards the camera, stopping just a few feet away from the lens. A trickle of moisture gushed from her slit, as she blew a kiss to the camera. Just the thought of being watched was an excitement to her, so she squeezed her full breasts together, then jiggled them like a burlesque queen.

  Alone in the High Street, Marianne giggled as she performed in front of the CCTV. Sliding her hands down her naked torso, she ran her fingers through her muff. She felt the moisture on her pussy, so she dipped a fingertip into her cunt, lifted it to her lips and then sucked off the juice. Growing in confidence, she started to rub her clitoris, while staring intently at the hidden lens. It was like she was issuing a challenge to the surveillance society, to the evil Big Brother who was always watching. If he was going to stick his cameras everywhere and behave like a voyeur, then she was going to give him something extra special and unashamedly decadent to watch!

  ‘Is there anybody there?’ she mouthed at the lens, her heartbeat quickening as the camera replied. It was just a split-second whirring noise, as the camera tightened its focus. It was possibly an automatic action, but it was just as likely that someone somewhere was watching her.

  ‘So you want to play, do you?’ Marianne asked aloud, then she wet her finger and touched one of her nipples. The moisture sent a shiver through the sensitive teat, so she pulled hard upon the swollen bud, pleasuring herself while performing for whoever might be watching. Some girls danced in gentlemen’s clubs or at home in front of web-cams, but Marianne was hardcore – she did things for real.

  The cool night breeze stroked her naked flesh, causing sensuous tingles in her bare tits and cunt. She was out there in the High Street, ready and available, the tingles in her erogenous zones making her hungry for sex.

  Not much happened in the town centre after two in the morning, but there was always a glimmer of life at the wine bar. She heard a sudden burst of noise as the door opened. A young couple walked out hand-in-hand, then hailed the only taxi in the rank. As the engine roared into life, Marianne turned and flashed at the vehicle, but it was heading in the opposite direction. She hadn’t been noticed, except by the CCTV camera. Once again the motor whirred as the lens tightened its focus upon Marianne’s body.

  ‘You like me, don’t you?’ she asked the camera, giving it a cheeky full-frontal flash. She imagined some excited constable sitting in the surveillance room at the nearby police station, his dark blue uniform open at the flies as he tugged his cock and ogled her flesh. There was a chance he’d send a squad car down to pick her up for soliciting or maybe he’d want to bring her in just to give the night shift boys a treat. Excited by the element of risk, a spasm ran through her pussy muscles. Sex was nothing without danger, th
e thrilling chance of being caught. Being naked in the High Street was no fun without the prospect of being seen, preferably by a good looking bloke.

  ‘At last,’ she breathed as the door of the wine bar reopened and two men stepped out into the empty street. They chatted on the doorstep, too far away for her to hear what they were saying. She could see them though – both were young and good-looking, one much taller and more broad-shouldered than his friend. After a short discussion, the two guys clasped each other’s hand and said a manly goodbye before setting off in opposite directions. The shorter guy headed straight off up the street but his hunky friend came walking straight into Marianne’s clutches.

  Uncertain of the best way to approach him, she decided to play it by ear. He was dressed in a pinstripe business suit like he’d gone to the wine bar straight from the office. He was very well groomed with slicked back hair and just a hint of stubble on his masculine features. He hadn’t spotted her yet so she took a few footsteps towards him knowing the click-clack sound of her stiletto heels would attract his attention.

  Picking up on the noise, followed by the scent of her perfume, the businessman stopped in front of her. He gazed up and down the deserted street, not entirely sure what was happening, but pleased to see that they were totally alone.

  ‘You wanna have some fun?’ asked Marianne. She opened her fur coat and showed him the goods.

  He stared into her eyes as she was asking the question, then took a slow, meandering glance down at her firm breasts, curvy thighs, stockings, suspenders and five-inch heels.

  Straight away she could tell that he was interested, but she could also see he was nervous, perhaps afraid that this was some kind of trap. After a moment’s silence he asked if she was a prostitute. Marianne smiled, then stepped up to him and said that he could fuck her for free.

  ‘Are you for real?’

  He didn’t get a verbal answer. Getting up on to tiptoes, Marianne kissed him firmly on the lips provoking an instant response from the hunky stranger. His stubble scratched her chin as he parted his lips wide and then forced his tongue between hers. Reaching inside her fake fur coat he then slapped her buttocks.