Come Play With Me

by Charlotte Stein

  ‘I’m going to fuck you, Brennan! I’m going to stick my cock in your ass – all of it – and fuck you!’

  ‘Do it!’ he wailed into the pillow, beating the mattress with his little fists.

  I sawed his anus a few seconds longer. Then I yanked my digits out. His pucker closed like a flower. I mounted his ass, gripping my cock, plunged the bulbous tip down in between the man’s cheeks, squished it up against his asshole.

  He jerked, his butt mounds shivering. I pushed hard, unrelenting, glaring at his gorgeous bum, so needing to violate it, pour my cock into his molten chute and ream it. My dickhead popped his ass ring and plunged into his butt tunnel.

  I was inside a man! I bit my lip and pushed forward, slowly sinking inch after throbbing inch of swollen shaft into his chute. Until my balls brushed up against his wildly quivering cheeks, and I was buried inside Brennan.

  I drew a breath, amazed at what I’d done. My cock thundered inside the man, pulses of pure joy pounding up from the ass-embedded tool and suffusing my body.

  ‘Oh God, Colin! It feels so good!’ Brennan gasped, again putting into words exactly what I was feeling.

  I planted my hands on either side of the guy’s slender body, looming over him, the pair of us joined at the ass and cock (the absolute best way for two men to get to know one another). Then I lifted up, drawing my prick back up his chute, and lowered down, filling his ass full of dick again. I was fucking him, sliding my cock back and forth in his chute. It felt sensational! My only regret was that I’d waited this long to try it.

  But there was no time for regrets. I moved faster, pumping my hips, getting a thrusting rhythm going, driving my cock to and fro in Brennan’s butt. Sweat poured down off my face onto his back. Muscles clenched and strained all over my body. My cock was squeezed in a sucking hot vice.

  Brennan’s body rippled with his own surging feelings, his butt cheeks shivering as I thumped my thighs down against them. The bed creaked, our breathing ragged and rasping, flesh smacking together.

  I torqued up the pace, on fire, my cock a length of flaming steel in the furnace of Brennan’s ass. I slammed into the guy, driving him into the bed, reaming his anus, ripping him apart. My balls beat a tattoo against his buttocks.

  I couldn’t be stopped. I’d fuck the boy for ever. My cock was a pile-driver that had no off-switch.

  But then Brennan bleated, bucked up against me. His dewy body flat-out vibrated. He was coming, blowing out his ecstasy into the sheet under the awesome pressure of my anal-ysing.

  That did it! I’d made a man come! I was going to come in his ass!

  I hammered into Brennan in a frenzy, fast-fucking the guy. Then I jerked, jolted by utter ecstasy like I’d never felt it before. My entire body seized up for a moment, joy steaming up my butt-buried prick. And then I jerked again, so hard it rattled my brains, and blazed come out of my cock deep into Brennan’s ass.

  I came again and again and again, jumping around over my equally hard-orgasming lover, jetting into Brennan’s luscious ass, filling him even fuller with my liquid lust. It seemed to go on for ever, with an intensity and volume I’d never experienced before. My first orgasm inside of a man!

  Finally, I collapsed down on top of Brennan, dazed, dizzy like I’d been in a whirlwind. He tremored beneath me, squeezing the last drops of passion out of my cock in his ass, his bowels and my shaft coated. It left both of us totally drained.

  I kissed his perspiration-slick neck, slowly, slowly undulating my prick in the gooey mess of his bum. He rolled over, landing me on top of him, kissing him on the lips, thanking him profusely for being there for me to finally come to terms with my sexuality – emphasis on ‘come’.

  That’s when he said, ‘I have to admit that it wasn’t entirely by accident. Dane told me about you. He suspected you had leanings our way. So we kind of laid a trap for you, me lying naked on the bed while he took a powder.’ The guy kissed me softly on the mouth, his blue eyes shining, cock glued to my cock. ‘You see, I’ve been “the first one” for a lot of men. Dane included.’

  I grinned, delighted at the ruse. ‘Maybe Dane can be the “third one”, then – in a threesome with you and me.’

  I’d had a man. Now I wanted more.

  They Come Bearing Gifts

  Giselle Renarde

  Anniversaries were so much easier before Glen lost his job.

  They always had enough money back then – enough to cover the mortgage, the bills, the groceries, plus all those luxurious extras, like extravagant anniversary presents.

  Now they depended on Cathy’s earnings for survival. The front-desk job she’d taken out of boredom when the kids started school became the family’s lifeblood. Double shifts at the hotel, and still the phone bill hadn’t been paid in three months. Some days, when she came home exhausted to find her husband sprawled on the couch, she wished he would swallow his pride. Glen had been very high up in his company, so it came as a shock when he was downsized. They’d been sure he was next in line for CEO.

  Now they needed money, needed it badly. Cathy’s boss at the hotel offered to take Glen on at the front desk, and she’d been delighted by the idea of working side by side with her hubby, but Glen’s response? ‘Why should an executive settle for thirteen-hour shifts checking in hotel guests?’ Her husband had his pride, and if there was one thing she’d never take from the man, that was it.

  Cathy sighed as the burden of life dug into her shoulders. Every day it seemed heavier, but she closed her eyes and breathed through the tension, imagining the night ahead.

  ‘You don’t have to buy me anything,’ Glen had told her, kissing her forehead in a way that always made her feel cherished. ‘Being married to you is the anniversary gift that lasts all year.’

  Cathy rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. ‘Flatterer.’

  In the end, she’d come up with an evening that would knock her husband’s socks off.

  ‘What’s this?’ Glen asked when Cathy summoned him to the front hall.

  The kids were already off at their grandparents’ house, and Cathy had informed Glen that she had something up her sleeve, but she hadn’t said what. She wanted it to be a surprise.

  She tossed her purse over her shoulder, picked up the bag she’d packed and handed it to Glen. ‘Come on, Mister. Get in the car.’

  ‘In the car?’ Glen looked stunned. ‘Where are we going? Should I change my pants?’

  Cathy gave him a playful smack on the bum. ‘No way! Your ass looks great in those jeans.’

  Glen’s eyes bugged and he swallowed hard. ‘What’s got into you, Cath?’

  ‘Are you blushing, Mister?’ Cathy smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. ‘You are! Your cheeks are red.’

  ‘No, they’re not,’ he said, turning away to put on his shoes.

  ‘Your ears are red too.’ She grabbed his earlobe and tugged it playfully.

  Rather than jerking his head away, Glen bared his teeth, threatening to bite her wrist, making her giggle and pull back. Cathy couldn’t remember the last time they’d laughed like this, teasing and taunting one another.

  ‘When are you going to tell me where we’re headed?’ Glen asked in the car. He kept fiddling with his seatbelt – he couldn’t stand not being in the driver’s seat.

  ‘I’m not telling,’ Cathy teased. ‘You’ll see when we get there.’

  Glen was quiet for a while, and then he said, ‘I wish you’d let me change my pants.’

  ‘They’re fine.’ Cathy smirked. ‘You don’t need to impress anyone but me, and I’m impressed already.’

  Even without glancing at him, she could sense the smile on his lips.

  When Cathy pulled up in front of the hotel, Glen whipped his head around, fixating on her. ‘Is it “Take your husband to work” day?’

  Cathy giggled as she opened her door and handed the keys to her buddy in valet services. ‘Come on, Mister! Out you go.’

  Glen seemed suitably stunned, which was just the reaction she’d
hoped for.

  ‘What’s going on?’ he asked as Cathy waved to her co-workers.

  When her boss Jamilla trotted out from behind the front desk, Glen went white as a sheet, but Cathy didn’t have time to question his reaction before Jamilla handed her the room key. ‘Have a great time, you two, and happy anniversary!’

  Jamilla gave Cathy a motherly hug and then waved at Glen, but he didn’t react at all. He didn’t say a word until they were in the elevator. ‘You got us a room? I thought we said no spending on gifts this year.’

  ‘I didn’t spend any money,’ she replied in mock innocence. ‘And I got us more than just a room.’

  She led him to their suite, slid the key card through the slot and threw open the door. ‘Happy anniversary!’

  Glen stepped inside, and she watched him looking around with an expression of wonder painted across his face. He jumped when he arrived at the dining table in the suite’s open living area, because there, holding a bottle of wine, stood another of Cathy’s co-workers.

  ‘Cripes,’ Glen gasped. ‘I didn’t see you.’

  ‘Happy anniversary,’ said Hector, Cathy’s favourite of all the room-service guys. He poured the wine, then set the bottle on the table and lifted the silver lids off their steak dinners. ‘If you need anything else, just call Jamilla and I’ll bring it right up.’

  ‘How can we afford this?’ Glen stammered as Hector wheeled his cart from the room and placed the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door handle.

  ‘We can’t.’ Cathy sat before her delicious dinner and smiled as Glen wandered into the bedroom, poking around, exploring. ‘But I wanted to give you something extra-special after the tough year we’ve had. It took some doing, but Jamilla talked to the higher-ups on our behalf, and they’re giving us this night together for free.’

  Glen looked stricken. He brought his hand to his heart and stammered, ‘That’s so … so … nice.’

  ‘Very generous,’ Cathy agreed. ‘Now come and eat your steak. It’ll taste all the better because we’re not paying for it!’

  Everything tasted sweeter for being free, right down to the Belgian chocolate mousse cups for dessert.

  Leaning back in his chair, Glen said, ‘I thought I’d come up with the perfect anniversary gift, but I can’t top that meal.’

  A glitter of pride shot through Cathy’s chest. ‘Oh, the hotel room and dinner are only half the gift. You wait in the bedroom and I’ll get the rest.’

  She picked up her purse and rushed to the bathroom. As she tore off her clothes, she wondered what Glen was giving her this year. He’d never been great with presents – Christmas, birthday, anniversary, anything. But she wasn’t done surprising him yet, and she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when she gave him the second part of her gift.

  ‘Holy smokes!’ Glen clapped his hands when Cathy sauntered into the luxurious hotel bedroom clad only in black lingerie and patent-leather heels.

  ‘You like?’ She posed for him in the doorway, giggling at his slack-jawed expression. ‘Yeah, you like.’

  ‘You bet I like!’ Glen hopped from the bed, peeled off his shirt and pushed down his jeans, taking his socks off with them.

  ‘Hold your horses,’ Cathy said with a laugh, handing him the second portion of her gift.

  They both settled on the bed.

  ‘What’s this?’ he asked, tearing into the envelope. When the contents fell across his lap, it drew Cathy’s eye to the clear outline of his erection under those suave jockey-boxers. She wanted to reach out and grab him, but held back. Glen would decide what the night held in store.

  ‘It’s a coupon book,’ Cathy explained, suddenly feeling like this was a very silly idea. ‘Like the kids used to make me for Mother’s Day before they had their own money to spend. Remember? They’d write up coupons for drying the dishes or vacuuming, and I could cash them in at will. Same idea here, except they’re all …’ Oh, she felt very silly about this now. ‘They’re all … sexy.’

  She watched Glen’s face as he flipped through her little handmade booklet. What was he thinking? She couldn’t tell from the look on his face: unsmiling, eyes dark. Was he angry, or was he about to rip off her panties and cash in coupon number one?

  ‘Do you like it?’ Cathy asked, her voice barely audible because she was so worried he’d say no.

  And then he did. He said, ‘No.’ And just as Cathy’s heart slid into her stomach, he followed that up with: ‘I love it.’

  Her heart jumped to its rightful place, thumping inside her ribcage, and she smacked her husband playfully. ‘Don’t do that to me, Mister! You’ll give me a heart attack.’

  ‘Not before I’ve cashed in all these coupons, I hope.’ He wiggled his eyebrows, and she smacked him again, but her gaze kept darting down to his cock. She’d been planning this night for so long that the anticipation was dizzying.

  ‘Which one do you want to use first?’ Cathy felt naughty, and it was delicious. ‘Have you decided yet?’

  ‘Oh, I’ve decided.’ He tore a coupon from the book. ‘This one first.’

  Cathy looked at the slip of paper. In her own handwriting, the words said, ‘This coupon entitles you to one blowjob.’

  With a self-satisfied grin, Glen got up from the bed and threw off his underwear. ‘I’m ready when you are.’

  ‘And then some!’ Cathy’s heart throbbed when she caught sight of her husband’s impressive erection – and her heart wasn’t the only thing throbbing! She crossed her legs on the bed, putting pressure on her pulsing clit, as if her rampant arousal would burst through her panties if she didn’t keep it under control.

  ‘It’s been a while,’ he said, cradling his dick, tempting her with its girth.

  Cathy wondered if he meant it had been a while since they’d made love, or since she’d sucked his cock. In truth, the memories were hazy. They didn’t get around to it as often as they should, especially now with Cathy working double shifts. She was just so tired all the time.

  ‘I’m sorry, Mister.’ Sliding off the bed, she crawled to him on her hands and knees. ‘Happy anniversary.’

  Glen’s cock seemed to beg for her mouth, straining and growing as she approached. When she touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his cock, he groaned so roughly Cathy was sure she’d hurt him. She tried to back away, but Glen’s hands wove through her hair, clutching it. He’d never done anything like that before, and it stunned her momentarily.

  Then, right back at it. She circled her tongue around his cockhead, slathering that smooth mushroom tip with saliva. His erection jumped and she had to chase it with her mouth, gobble it up before it could escape again. Glen’s fists tightened in her hair, pulling it like reins on a horse, drawing her close to his body. He’d never been so brutish and forward, and Cathy had never felt so desired.

  She sucked her husband’s cock, letting him move inside her mouth, slowly at first, in, in, in until his dick triggered her gag reflex and she sputtered.

  ‘You’re OK,’ Glen said, easing out, though not all the way. ‘You’re OK, just prepare yourself, Cath.’

  She steeled her mind and opened her throat. When she gazed up into his face, he was a god: fit, tan, honey hair specked with silver. He’d never looked so handsome, not even when he was younger. She met his gaze and held it as he plunged into her open throat. He wore his desire like a veil before dark eyes, the flames threatening to consume her even as she devoured him.

  ‘God, you look good down there.’ He pressed her scalp, massaging it with the pads of his fingers.

  Cathy moaned around Glen’s erection. He’d stopped thrusting and she took full advantage, wrapping her fist around the base of his shaft, pumping his cock harder than she’d ever dared, sucking the tip, moving her lips towards the hand shuttling up and down. She worked him with hand and mouth, gazing into his eyes, worshipping him in every way possible.

  Glen’s heavy balls bobbed and swung, and Cathy couldn’t resist them. With her free hand she cupped the fuzz
y spheres. She was gentle, at first, and still Glen hissed. Then she squeezed them, and Glen stumbled back, taking her along for the ride. She lost her grip when he went a step too far and tumbled to the creamy hotel carpet, laughing.

  ‘God, Cath, I almost came in your mouth!’ Glen leaned against the wall, panting, his erection sticking straight out like a sundial.

  ‘So what?’ Cathy shrugged. ‘You’re allowed.’

  He shook his head, his eyes still dark with lust. ‘No, I’m not done with you yet. I’ve still got a whole pile of coupons I want to use.’

  Dragging herself onto the bed, Cathy laughed. ‘You don’t have to use them all today, you know.’

  ‘Are you kidding?’ Glen chuckled. ‘I’m using three more right now.’

  Cathy’s heart pounded as Glen leaned across the bed, reaching for the booklet. He flipped through the pages, tore one out and placed it upside-down on the mattress so Cathy couldn’t see. He tore out another, same thing, and another, then handed all three to her, saying, ‘I hope you really want to do all this stuff.’

  ‘Of course,’ Cathy replied, though there were a few items in that coupon book she felt a little iffy about. Her hands shook as she read the first one. ‘Bondage. OK, that’s good. I packed the bag with some scarves and things you can use.’

  Glen smirked, so sexy. ‘Read the next one.’

  As Glen slowly stroked his cock, Cathy read the next coupon. ‘Spanking. You want to tie me up and spank me?’

  A canine grin took over. ‘That’s not all. Keep reading.’

  Flipping to the next coupon, Cathy swallowed hard. ‘I … I can’t say that.’

  ‘Sure you can.’ He moved in close, tracing the wet tip of his dick against her thigh. ‘You wrote it.’

  ‘Writing and saying are two different things.’ Cathy’s breath caught in her throat.

  Glen pressed his mouth to her ear. ‘Say it, Cath.’

  She closed her eyes. She wasn’t reading. The words were tattooed on her mind. ‘This coupon entitles you to anal sex.’