by Alexis Angel
Jeremy breaks his attention from the couple to look over at me.
“Laura!” he shouts.
“Aaah!” I exclaim, tearing my hand out of my panties. “I-I don’t…I was just—,” I start. “It’s just been so—”
“Why’d you stop?” he asks.
I stare at him, silence dragging out for endless seconds as I try to process what he just said.
“I’m sorry?” I finally manage to respond.
“Tonight has been pretty full of spontaneity, wouldn’t you say?” he says as he approaches me slowly. Deliberately.
“Well, yeah. You could say that.”
“Right. Well, fuck. I’m adding to that then.” He stares back at me, our gazes fused together, a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
It’s hot, smoldering, and full of delicious promise.
“I fucking want you, Laura. I always have.”
Rather than responding, not even taking a moment to process it, I push my lips hard against his and give that party girl that kissed him inside a run for her money.
Jeremy is fucking hot, I can’t lie. I’ve always thought so.
There’s been so much sexual tension between us over the years, but we’ve never gone there. Our friendship has been too important.
But the way he’s looking at me, and with me being so riled up right now…I’m just ready to throw all caution to the wind.
Let’s fucking do this.
Before I can even say anything, he grabs my arms and yanks me up, pulling my body flush against his. And oh my fucking god, he’s rock-hard in all the right places.
My brain loses all sense of rationality as his tongue invites itself into my mouth, his hand exploring my body. My arms are up around his shoulders, and his palms are pushed firmly against my tits. I arch my back and strain against him, and it all feels so fucking good.
We walk backwards until I’m pushed up against the side of the building just like my blonde heroine across the way, Jeremy caressing every inch of my body as our tongues dance together in the most unexpected, passionate kiss of my life.
Four
Jeremy
While my tongue flicks against Laura’s, wild thoughts fly through my head. I’ve been crazy about her for years, and now that what’s-his-face is finally out of the picture, I can have her.
The night is cool and so, so dark. We’re graced with traces of moonlight and just a couple of dimly lit lights right outside of the building.
Seeing her out on the dance floor earlier, then witnessing her masturbating, and now massaging those huge, soft tits in my hands…all of it has me so hard, my cock is twitching against her as we kiss.
As our lips part, Laura sighs into my mouth, leaving her warm breath tingling against my lips. I stare deep into her eyes and cup my hand around the back of her neck.
“Laura, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper against her lips.
“You really mean that?” she says.
“Of course I do. You’re goddamn beautiful,” I return.
As we share another kiss, the wind comes whistling through, neither of us concerned about the cool air blowing against our now radiating bodies. We’re our own source of heat now, our bodies burning with long pent-up desire.
I push my knee between hers to part them and slide myself closer to her, my cock pressed hard against her pussy. Fuck, I want her.
Footsteps along the pavement come within our hearing range, making both our hearts skip a beat.
We pause for a moment, staring and smiling at each other. We peel ourselves off the wall to scope the back lot before we return our focus to one another.
My cock is aching for Laura’s sweet, wet cunt.
Once we’re sure the footsteps have stopped, I look over at Laura. Our eyes meet, and our mutual desire is clear and present.
Laura pushes at my chest, forcing me hard against the wall. I’m head-rushed and turned on—horny as fuck, really—and I follow her lead.
Her wandering hands are all over my body, starting on my chest and traveling up and down my abs. The sensations make me even harder.
Fiercely, she drops to her knees, making herself eye level with my crotch. There’s no fear in this incredible woman.
She pulls out my long, throbbing cock, her eyes tearing away from mine to marvel at its massive length and girth before shoving it into her mouth.
What a fucking perfect slut.
But now that it’s actually happening? No fantasy compares.
The pulsing of the club can still be felt as we’re pressed against the wall, the driving beat of the bass vibrating through our bodies.
We’re so close to other people. The chance that someone will come out is pretty fucking high, yet neither of us even care. Let them fucking watch.
As my cock slides further into her mouth, she rotates her head, twisting her mouth as she slides in the shaft. I can’t help but let groans of utter fucking satisfaction escape my throat.
I flex my hips towards her face and start thrusting as she slides her mouth further onto my giant cock.
Lacing my fingers through her hair as her tongue and throat works my cock, I graze my fingers against her scalp. She moans wildly as my cock is stuffing her full.
I continue thrusting against her face, fucking her mouth in this empty, dark smoking area. Anyone could appear at any time and see us here, and the thrill of that only heightens my hunger for her.
I moan at the thought as my cock glides in and out of her throat.
Knowing how fucking hot this woman is, and having her suck my cock because she fucking wants it so bad, has me right on the edge.
With one final moan humming against my cock in her throat, I’m set off.
Streams of cum erupt from my cock and coat the inside of her throat and mouth.
I hold her head in place as I come, flexing each time another spurt of cum blows out of my throbbing cock. After a few final thrusts, my thoughts become more coherent, and the reality sets in that I’ve just throat-fucked my hot best friend.
She brings her feet underneath her and stands up, wiping the corners of her mouth.
“Yummy,” she comments as she licks her finger, staring at me seductively as she treats her digit as a lollipop.
I pull her face to mine and kiss her hard, stroking her cum-infused tongue with mine. She moans in my mouth and breathes in hard before pulling away.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” she whimpers. “I want your cock inside of me.”
If there’s any surefire way to get me going again after just coming, it’s that. I’m already fully hard again as she finishes the sentence.
“Please fuck me. I’m so wet I can’t even think,” she pleads as another howling gust of wind blows between us.
Smirking, and without a word, I spin her around against the rough brick wall. She tosses her arms up above her head against the wall, bracing herself, stretching her tube top so much that it pulls itself down and exposes her nipples to the cool brick.
Pulling her by her hips, I force her to arch her back, and I position my cock right at her thong, sliding myself back and forth against her slick pussy lips.
As I’m teasing her, she starts grinding her ass against me, trying to force my cock into her from behind.
“An impatient little slut, aren’t you?”
“Well, with a cock like that, can you blame me?”
Laura’s words send a jolt of pleasure through my body. Fuck, that low, seductive voice drives me mad. But now that I have her under my control, I want to savor every fucking moment.
“Well, you’ll just have to wait,” I say, lowering myself to my knees against the wall, my face right at her pussy, offering my first lap at her sweet pussy lips.
“Aaaaah,” she moans, thrusting her hips against my mouth as I reach her clit.
I bring my hands to her ass and push her pussy into my face, lapping at it furiously, getting as much of her taste on my tongue as I possibly can.
Five
&n
bsp; Laura
Jeremy’s tongue slides along the length of my pussy lips, driving me absolutely mad with pleasure. I weave my fingers through his hair, forcing his face against my pussy as I grind against his mouth and tongue.
“Aaaaah,” I moan lightly, but enough for him to hear it while he’s buried between my legs. He pulls his mouth off of me and puts his fingers against my clit. He comes up face-to-face with me.
“I want you to cum for me, Laura,” he states, officiating his request with a hungry kiss, giving me a taste of my own sweet pussy against my tongue.
He spins me around and pushes my body back against that cold, hard brick. My nipples are so hard from the temperature that they’re aching.
Jeremy plunges his fingers deep into my pussy and grinds them against my G-spot.
I dig my nails into the cement along my sides and grit my teeth, moaning and whimpering under my breath as his fingers pump relentlessly into my pussy.
I’m on edge from his touch, and I want nothing more than for Jeremy to bury his cock deep inside of me and fill me with his cum.
The thought alone sends me over the edge.
I gush right there. Hard. My entire body radiates from head to toe, and I come all over his fingers and let out long, throaty moans as I climax.
Jeremy slides his coated fingers out of my pussy, and they brush against my ass and my hip as I twirl back around to face him.
Before I can say a word, he slides his fingers into my mouth, having me suck my own cum off of his skin.
I swish my sweet, juicy nectar around in my mouth and swallow it down while my eyes meet with his. My heart is racing, and my head is spinning.
“Good girl,” he comments. A chill crawls down my spine as his words penetrate my ears.
I never imagined Jeremy to be the dominant type, but I’ve got to say that I’m pleasantly surprised. I love having a man just take control and make me beg and plead for his touch.
And Jeremy is a fucking pro at that so far; he’s even given me goosebumps from his commanding, sexy tone of voice alone.
My pussy is aching so hard for his cock that I can barely function. I can’t even fucking see straight right now.
All I can think about is that monster cock pounding into me.
I slide myself back against the wall, facing him and luring him in. I wag a finger at him, beckoning him to follow.
He draws himself near, and I graze my nails along his broad shoulders. He bites his lip as he brings his face close to mine, holding me in his gaze.
I feel the tip of Jeremy’s cock positioned at my pussy. I’m ready for him to take me to another level, fucking me right here and now.
Fuck me, Jeremy. Take me. I fucking want it.
As I stare deep into those hazel eyes, his cock meets my pussy lips, sliding through my slick, dripping nectar along the way.
I position my hips upward, pushing in just the tip. I shudder as I take my best friend’s cock inside me, inch by agonizingly slow inch.
Then Jeremy takes control, pulling my arms together and restraining them over my head as he rams himself fully inside of me. I let out a loud, shameless moan and dig my nails into my palms, leaving indentations where they’ve pressed, even after I relax my hands.
As he presses his firm, muscular torso against my tits, Jeremy brings his face close to my ear.
“You’re going to get us noticed out here making all that noise, Laura,” he whispers to me.
Shit, he’s right.
“And I like when a girl’s not afraid to get caught,” he adds as he starts fucking me relentlessly and unapologetically.
I gasp and moan wildly at his violent thrusts into my cunt.
He moves his hands to my ass and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his hips and grind against him as he thrusts into me over and over in the most perfectly matched rhythm, like our bodies were made for each other.
I push my ass out further for him, tilting my body sideways against the building, but it forces his cock even deeper and makes me writhe with pleasure as his cock grinds my G-spot.
I moan and pant as his cock furiously pumps in and out of my dripping cunt, driving me further into a euphoric state.
The force of our motions are making my tits bounce so hard that they’re practically hitting me in the face with each violent, perfect thrust.
He brings his face close to me again. We’re nearly kissing, exchanging our breath with one another as we fuck in this intimate, seemingly abandoned smoking area.
“Come for me, Laura,” he commands.
His words hit me hard, and as I shudder, my pussy pulses hard, and I come all over his cock, my walls gripping him like a vise. I collapse against him, riding my orgasmic wave all the way to shore.
“Fuck, yes. Good girl.”
Jeremy’s cock is twitching and throbbing hard against my pussy walls before he floods my pussy with his own cum. It mixes with mine and gushes from my little hole.
As my pussy is filled with his creamy cum, Jeremy pulls out, and I cling to him, letting it drip from my pussy and down my thighs as we’re locked together.
I look out above us to see the moon, now in full view with not a cloud in sight. The stars are also shining brightly over us as we embrace, admiring the ambience of the night sky.
I don’t quite know what tonight means in terms of…any kind of a future for us, but there’s a couple of things I know for sure.
First: Jeremy is hung like a fucking horse.
Second: I can’t even remember my ex’s name anymore.
Alexis and WineBar #3
“But I’m a good girl,” I said in a high pitched whine as he pushed me against the wall and his hand traveled under my skirt.
I’ve always been about doing whatever I felt like I wanted and not having any qualms. I’ve never been the kind of girl who said no because I was worried about what people would think.
But with him, I was still trying to process what was going on.
This man had completely taken me by surprise.
He sent a car to pick me up.
He cleared out a section of the restaurant we went to. The same restaurant I had been trying unsuccessfully to get reservations to for ages.
His hands grabbed my thighs at dinner.
He had a glint in his eyes throughout our meal. I tried to talk, but his gaze was too much.
We needed alcohol. He took me to his bar.
I ordered a cosmo.
He said no.
And he got me tequila.
And I glued myself to him for the rest of the night.
He grabbed my ass when I got back from the ladies room. He pawed at it.
And dragged me outside.
Where he threw me against the wall.
I whimpered and said, “But I’m a good girl.”
He laughed as his hands grazed over the fabric of my pink La Perla.
“You’re my personal slut now, baby,” he growled.
I buried my head into his neck and pulled him closer. My hips bucked against his hands.
“Say it,” he commanded.
What the hell.
“I’m your personal slut, Daddy,” I cooed into his ear as his fingers began to work my clit.
I mean, those panties were ruined anyways, you know? Might as well take them off.
Sabrina & Rainier
One
Sabrina
The best thing about working the night shift is that my sleep schedule’s totally fucked.
Okay, I know that sounds not-great. But hear me out here.
When I’m wide awake, the rest of the world is sleeping peacefully. No telemarketers, no door-to-door dildo salesmen, and next to no traffic out on the streets.
Sure, it’s left my skin alabaster pale from lack of sunlight, and it’s made dating kind of a clusterfuck…
When I was a little girl, I totally grew up dreaming about becoming a mommy someday—but that’s looking like a fat fucking chance now. The only prospective mates I’m
going to meet on this schedule are night security guards, janitors, and the delivery boys at my favorite Chinese place—and let’s not kid ourselves, babes.
I’ve totally tried.
But so far, nothing’s clicked.
I guess that’s the price I have to pay for DJing NYC’s naughtiest late-night radio show.
On the bright side, Sinful Selections is a total hit with my fellow vamps working the graveyard shift here in the city. I play cool, dirty rock music from midnight to six a.m., sleep all day, and grab an order of General Tso’s at New Kum Den before I head back to work and do it all over again.
There’s another bright side to being up all night after the sun goes down, too: when I have day off, I have the laundry room of the Bradford all to myself.
So when I forget to wash clothes for two weeks, I can do laundry in just my bra and panties when I have to.
And tonight? Yeah, tonight, I don’t even have a bra or panties clean.
But hey—no one else is up at this crazy-ass hour, so it’s not like it matters. And there’s something kind of novel about doing laundry completely in the nude.
That is, until he walks through the door.
Dark brown hair. Green eyes. A nose like a Roman general and a chest like…fuck.
Have I seriously forgotten what a man’s chest actually looks like, or is it actually that good?
His shoulders are so broad beneath his lab coat that he has to turn slightly just to fit through the laundry room door, and his slacks…
Let’s just say that it’s obvious he’s got a lot going on in the pants department—and his package fucking doubles when he finally notices me.
At first, though? At first, he’s obviously in total man-on-a-mission mode. He’s got his laundry hamper tucked beneath his arm as he heads straight for a washer, not even bothering to look up at he enters.
Which is kind of awkward, because there I am, standing barefoot in front of my dryer, watching every item of clothing I have on-hand tumbling around, still soaking wet.
