by Dark Angel
“Fuck,” I hiss between my gritted teeth, my muscles growing exhausted with the effort. But I don’t give up – in fact, I do exactly the opposite. Taking a deep breath, I ride him even faster, more than ready to drive myself over the edge of pleasure.
I only stopping when I feel another orgasm creeping up on me, its sudden whisper taking over my mind and severing the connection between it and my body. My muscles start to twitch as I come and, at the same time, I let a loud moan erupt on my lips. I keep on moaning until I run out of the breath and then, finally succumbing to the sudden exhaustion gripping my body, I simply roll to the side and collapse on the sand, sprawling both my arms and legs as I try to catch my breath.
Before I know it, Arsen’s on top of me, his body between my spread legs. I open my eyes to meet his gaze, and offer him one tired smile. “Tired?” He asks me as if he can read my thoughts, and I don’t even need to think of an answer; it just takes shape in my lips by itself.
“No,” I whisper, “give me more.”
Grinning, Arsen takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes my dress down my arms, the front drooping over my arms to reveal my bra. One of his hands moves between the sand and my back and, when he finds the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it and then yanks the whole thing off with one quick movement.
“Much better,” he says, more to himself than to me, and allows his fingers to go over the rising curve of my breasts until they meet my nipples. Pinching them softly, a purr of pain dawning on my lips, he then goes to his knees suddenly. Grabbing at my dress, he pushes it down my legs and them moves for my thong; instead of pushing it down, he simply hooks his fingers on it and yanks it against my outer thigh, ripping it apart and throwing it to the side.
Now completely naked, I feel my pussy growing wet and anxious to have his cock inside of my once again. “Come here,” I moan, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him into me; I lace my legs around his waist at the same time, and he just lets himself go and lays on top of me.
His cock finds its way home in the blink of an eye. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I keep on moaning as his thickness fills me up once more, its warmness spreading through my body like honey.
“This… this is perfect,” I say, forcing me eyes to open so that I can see his face. Over his shoulder, there’s the sky – dark and sprinkled with pale starts, the bright moon casting its light over the world.
“It’s always perfect with you,” Arsen replies, thrusting softly and guiding all of his twelve inches deep inside my pussy. With one hand holding my head, his fingers between the sand and the nape of my neck, he keeps on sliding his cock in and out of my pussy, doing it in a kind of wild tenderness. His thrusts are soft and hard at the same time, and our bodies seem to blend into one as he does it.
Craning my neck, I part my lips and fit them into his, kissing him as if I needed to do it in order to survive. And, in a way, I do: after all, I don’t know what would be of me if I didn’t have him by my side.
Surrendering to the moment, we give our bodies to each other. Skin-on-skin, heart-on-heart. We do it for what seems like an eternity, one that stretches past human constructions such as seconds, minutes, and hours. Right now, time doesn’t exist - inside our little bubble, only the sand and the ocean exist, and the nakedness of our burning bodies.
From the edge of my unconscious mind I feel ecstasy coming for me again, warm fingers of lust wrapping themselves around my soul. Closing my eyes, I let that pleasure turn into sound inside my mouth, and then I arch my back as I feel my pussy tightening around Arsen’s shaft.
My moan turns into a scream, one that grows into something wild and wicked as I feel Arsen cock throb violently inside of me. Tightening the hold of my legs and arms, I lock him onto my body and start bucking my hips against him as I come, almost desperate to make him cum as well.
And that’s exactly what happens.
Groaning, he places his head next to mine and presses his forehead against my shoulder, his cock pulsing hard as it gushes Arsen’s warm seed inside my pussy. I keep frozen in place as he cums, my own body and mind still burning on my orgasm, and my skin prickles as I feel his cum dripping out of my pussy.
“So good… Like always,” he whispers against my ear as his cock finally stops moving inside me. Sliding it out of my pussy slowly, he then rolls to the side and collapses on top of the sand, his ragged breathing blending with the sound of the ocean.
Looking up at the sky, I search for his hand and, finding it, I lock my fingers on his.
“You’re my everything, Arsen,” I say, the moonlight bathing both our naked bodies.
“No, you’re my everything,” he whispers gently, his voice still heavy and betraying his exhaustion. Smiling to myself, my chest rising and falling hard, I bite down on my lip as I realize that I will never forget under this moment. Laying down, completely naked on one of the most beautiful places on Earth, with the song of the ocean as our soundtrack, pleasure still burning inside our bodies…
There’s only one word to describe this moment, and that word is perfection.
Ooooh!
I dedicate two orgasms to Client 5!
Now a treat! DILF, by Alexis Angel. Please welcome it to the lineup!
And then finally a copy of Vicky Vs. The Virgin Buyer by Mona Cox which is a funny take on the whole virgin auction thing.
Finally, a short story: The Handmaiden’s Fairy Tale, by Dark Angel!!
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To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.
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xoxo
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DILF
*I’m definitely a Daddy You’d Love To…*
Wait.
Don’t say it. Because once you say it, you won’t be able to stop thinking about it.
You won’t be able to stop thinking about my soulful, bedroom eyes.
You’ll get desperate to feel my ripped body with my 8 pack abs and defined chest pressed against you.
And once you f*ck my foot long lust muscle…let’s just say that you’ll be mine.
Forever.
So when my enemies send a temptress my way to steer me off course, they gotta know how it’s gonna end.
How after one night with me I’m gonna end up owning her - body and soul.
You think I’ll go easy on her and let her win because she’s my stepdaughter?
If anything, that just makes me harder.
And trust me...if you like me when I'm calm like now, you’re gonna love me when I’m all hard inside of you, darlin’.
**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance but please note she’s not responsible for the laundry bill if you soak your panties! No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF and MFMM. HEA? You know it, babe**
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Parker
"How bad do you want this?" I ask the three women crowded around me. They're on their knees, purring, and pawing, and pulling on my fucking belt buckle.
I sit back in the leather booth, both arms behind my head, and smile.
This is the fucking life, isn't it?
I'm enjoying an evening at Happy Endings exotic nightclub. The place isn't half bad—one of the better Midtown strip clubs.
The brunette with the smoldering eyes—Vicki I think her stage name is?—is sliding my be
lt from its buckle with one hand and dragging her other hand up my thigh, slowly raking her red nails against the fabric.
The other two women are jostling for a piece of the action too, and who the fuck wouldn't?
Look at me—8-pack abs, a cock bigger than your imagination can handle, the chiseled physique of a Greek god, eyes bluer than a hot bolt of lightning. What else could you possibly want? If you were in this room right now, I guarantee you'd be staring at my cock, touching yourself, and …
Oh, come on; don't give me that look. Don't be shy. You can stare; I don't fucking mind.
It's not everyday that you're gonna see a cock like this one. Don't shake your head. You know it's true, Gorgeous.
And don't you see how these three women are practically begging for a fucking taste of me?
I hear the metallic trill of my zipper as both of the blondes pull it down. My cock is fucking harder than a tree trunk, and they both give a shriek as its full 12 inches pop out of my boxer briefs and slap them in the face.
Vicki pushes her way in, opens her mouth, and eagerly wraps her lips around my cock. She pushes all 12 inches down her throat.
Impressive, I think to myself.
"Someone's hungry," I smile.
She then pulls back, and I hear my cock pop out of her mouth with a single, wet sound. The other two women seize the opportunity and lean in, and they twirl their tongues around my tip. Then one woman grabs my cock, and the way her hand looks so small wrapped around it makes me even fucking harder, if you can believe that. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, and wraps her lips around my now throbbing cock. She presses it down against her tongue, moving slowly, allowing her lips to roll over my entire length, inch by fucking inch until it presses against the back of her throat. I throw my head back with the fucking perfection of it all.
"Fuck, that's it," I groan, resting both of my hands on top of her head. I grab her hair in one fist and move my hips, guiding the motions of my cock in and out of her mouth. Vicki reaches in and tugs on my balls, rolling them between her capable, expert fingers.
"Oh yeah, fuck that's good," I whisper. All three of them look up at me, and smile.
If you can think of anything better than having these three women worshiping my manhood, let me know. Because right now? Nothing fucking beats it.
Sure, I was married once, but all that woman just wanted was to weasel her way into the Governor's office.
That was seven years ago.
Big mistake.
But I've moved on and I'm better for it.
I learned a valuable lesson: always diversify. Translation: Multiple women are better than one.
"I want a taste," the other blonde purrs, leaning in and eyeing me hungrily.
"There's plenty to go around, ladies," I say, a grin growing on my lips.
Sure, as mayor of New York City, I do my fair share of fucking ribbon-cutting ceremonies, I shake hands, and I smile at babies, and I've even made appearances at weddings, but let me just say that I'm known as Parker "Pleasure" Trask for a fucking reason.
You know what I mean?
All three women are moving fast now, each one taking turns on my cock and I decide to change things up. I stand up and bend Vicki over the huge, shiny black table. We're on the top floor of the club, overlooking the stages and poles, and I fucking smile. I love New York City.
This is my city. The city of my fucking wealth.
I look down at Vicki and lift her skirt up, slapping her ass. It's firm and I grab a handful of one ass cheek in my hand. I have enough money to bounce $100 bills off her ass all day long. I can make it fucking rain for hours.
Don't believe me?
I've made an excess of a billion dollars on Wall Street, first working for Carter Jeffries, and then doing some currency trades. I still have a currency trading operation, Trask Phillips—a fucking power broker on Wall Street.
“I want you to fuck me hard," Vicki moans, looking back at me. I grin and grab her hips in one hand, and with the other, I yank her thong down.
Then I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Oh, I'll do it … but be careful what you wish for."
I push a finger inside of her pussy, sliding it in all the way.
"You’re so fucking wet, and I love it," I grin.
With a forceful thrust, I push my cock into Vicki and watch as she grips the table top with both of her hands. She's moaning and the two blondes get down on their knees behind me, dragging their hands up my thighs and grabbing my balls.
Yes, being Mayor of this city is a hell of a lot of fucking fun.
And I'm not just talking about fucking these women.
I've cleaned this city up, after the Anders administration. Unemployment is at 2%.
Crime is at all-time low.
People are making more fucking money than they have in years.
I fucking love seeing this city firing on all cylinders. And that's a direct result of my hard work.
Courts, transportation, EMS, urban planning, IT, public facilities, infrastructure, speaking with lawyers on legal issues, zoning and land use, finances, libraries, and even parking lots—you fucking name it and I've had my hands in it. Impressive list, isn't it?
And email—fuck let's not even talk about that. I spend hundreds of hours answering tens of thousands of fucking emails, communicating with the public, with my staff, with governments, and utilities, and on, and on.
You get the fucking picture.
Are you wondering how one person could possibly handle all of that?
Well, this job isn't for the weak-minded.
It takes a lot of fucking guts and determination.
And the bottom line is, I've changed the way the government interacts with people and their lives. And the city is thriving because of it.
But what now? What's my next big move?
A lot of high political jobs require that I have a fucking wife and kids.
But as I look down at Vicki, and at the other two women, their perfect tits and asses, and eager, open mouths … well, let's just say I'm in no fucking hurry to get married.
Been there, done that.
I'll take the foursome any day.
Vicki let's out a loud moan and I start working her pussy faster. I feel a growing desire coursing through my body and my movements become more erratic.
There's an electric current traveling through every muscle fiber, and the energy of it all is mounting. I feel like I'm about to fucking explode.
I pull my cock out of Vicki and all three women get on their knees. They grab my cock and stroke it for me, all three pairs of delicate hands moving in perfect unison.
Fuck, this is too good to be true.
But here I am.
All three of them looking up at me, mouths open, tongues out eagerly awaiting a taste. Their smiles wild and wide.
"Oh fuck," I groan, and then my cock is a geyser. It's twitching, and with every pulse, thick, hot ropes of cum are hitting all three women. It doesn't stop as they continue to milk me.
Rope after rope of cum.
I close my eyes for a moment and throw my head back.
When I open my eyes back up, I watch as all three of them are now swallowing my cum as if it were the best meal of their fucking lives. A few gooey strands are missed, and drip down their chins.
"Fuck yes," is all I manage to moan, as I continue to empty my load all over their faces, one by one.
Vicki grabs my cock and angles it down her mouth, catching the last two spasms and greedily swallowing my remaining cum.
And then I hear a sound that paralyzes me. It freezes time.
It's the sound of a camera.
A click.
A flash.
I turn my head just in time to see a newspaper photographer snap a picture of all this.
But before I can say, or do anything further, he's a blur.
He's simply gone; he vanishes as quickly and as quietly as he appeared.
Fuck.
This shou
ld be a wild ride.
Think you can handle it?
If you think you can hold on, then you’re welcome to flip the page, darlin’.
Just make sure you take off those panties. Spread those legs. Go somewhere private.
That’s right, probably best not to read this in public.
And hold on for the ride.
New York Daily Journal
Bad Boy Mayor Caught With His Pants Down - City Says "Meh"
All the politics, scandals, and dirt...just the way you like it!
New York City's bad boy mayor, the Honorable Parker Trask was caught in a compromising situation yesterday that would have cut short the political career of any other public servant as he was photographed inside of a strip club with three exotic dancers engaging in a combination of sexual acts.
The Mayor's spokesman, when asked to comment during an evening press conference as to whether the Mayor's office had any statement regarding the photographs that were taken by an independent photographer and published online simply commented, "Is there anything left to say? Does anyone even care?"
Indeed, critics of the Mayor assert that he has brought a level of cheapness and coarseness to the office of Mayor, engaging in acts and saying things that prior holders of the office would have avoided.
The latest incident occurred at the Happy Endings exotic nightclub in Midtown. The Mayor was sequestered with multiple dancers in a private room on the second floor of the club when a freelance photographer gained access to the room, and captured the Mayor in a variety of poses that displayed the sex acts he was engaged in.
Within hours, the photographs were circulating online. TMZ, the celebrity gossip organization, mentioned the photographs in their television update but did not air the uncensored pictures, rather putting those on their website.
