Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories

by Daniels, Wynter

  When her orgasm ebbed, the men switched places. Not knowing what they were doing only heightened her lust.

  Josh used his giant hands to knead her breasts and tug on her nipples. He thrust his plus-size hard-on against her cheek. She opened her mouth and took in as much as she could, flicking her tongue around it. He let out a deep moan that somehow fit with his huge size. She wondered if she could handle all of him.

  Tony slipped on one of the condoms Josh had tossed onto the bed. Grasping both her ankles with one hand, Tony held her legs over to one side. Then he slipped inside her slowly, went deeper and deeper as he massaged her lips around his cock.

  The sensation of having one man’s cock in her mouth and another man’s inside her pussy sent Marin over the edge. Her moans sounded deliciously desperate, even to her own ears. Her pleasure crested with a pounding intensity. She convulsed with waves of bliss, again and again. One of the guys said something she didn’t catch. Then Tony withdrew and Josh pulled his cock out of her mouth.

  “Wh-what’s going on?” She suddenly felt empty, abandoned. She wanted them back, craved their touch.

  Josh lifted her like a rag doll and sat her on his lap with her back to him. He slid several fingers inside her pussy, still slick and wet with her juices.

  “You ready for the biggest cock you ever had, princess?” Then he replaced his fingers with his sheathed cock, pushing into her just deep enough that it hurt only for an instant. Then pain gave way to pleasure as he tunneled into her, going deeper with each stroke.

  She leaned her head back against Josh’s chest and let the luxurious sensations rush through her. Tony kneeled in front of her, stroking his erection, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

  Tony cupped her breast, tugged at her nipple. Every cell in her body was on fire. She thought she knew every flavor of sexual pleasure, but her body had never throbbed with such intense ecstasy before.

  Josh bent her forward and thrust into her from behind. She had to shift to the side to avoid his full length. When she lifted her head to search for Tony, he slid his cock into her mouth. Josh reached for her breasts, massaged and kneaded them, strummed her nipples.

  “You love it, don’t you, princess?” Josh’s voice, a seductive rumble, only intensified her delight.

  “Mm-hmm.” She couldn’t remember ever giving up as much control. The total surrender turned her on beyond anything she could have imagined. She clenched around Josh’s cock. A tsunami of building pleasure washed over her.

  She but back a gasp as another powerful orgasm tore through her. She’d never come so many times, probably never would again. Josh leaned over and kissed the back of her neck as pure bliss coursed through her in rolling waves.

  Tony pulled out of her mouth. Then he hijacked her gaze, held it firmly. And she knew he’d enjoyed her orgasm as much as he would his own. She’d never experienced such amazing satisfaction, as if she’d died and gone to heaven.

  Josh’s thrusts grew quicker, more urgent. He grunted, then after one final, hard spasm, collapsed over her, panting. “Holy…mother…of God.” He withdrew, rolled over onto his back, chest still heaving.

  “Now I get to fuck her,” Tony said. He climbed off the bed, circled to the other side and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him. Knowing how much this turned her on made sharing her with Josh ten times more exciting.

  He lay on his back and guided her onto his cock. Lifting her up and down on his erection, guiding her movements, he had to hold back or he’d come too soon. She was so wet and tight and perfect.

  Josh crawled over and watched them for several seconds before positioning himself behind her and thumbing her nipples. She gasped, squeezed her eyes shut as if she were concentrating on something really hard.

  “Show me how you get yourself off,” Tony challenged her.

  She opened her eyes wide and a pink flush crawled up her neck and face, but she did what he asked, moving her hands to her pussy. Slowly at first she rubbed and he felt it against his cock.

  Oh, God, it feels so good.

  Her inner muscles tightened, contracted in rhythm with his strokes. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His balls constricted and he clenched his jaw in anticipation. He exploded inside her, gasping for air as stars swam before his eyes. She danced and gyrated on top of him, coaxing every drop of seed from him.

  Minutes later, they all sprawled across the big bed, panting and sweating, lying there in complete and total oblivion.

  The encroaching night swallowed up the last vestiges of daylight. Josh was the first to get up. He grabbed his discarded clothes from the floor. “I’m taking a shower.”

  Marin sat up. “Want to join me in mine? It’s got two heads.”

  Tony couldn’t hold back his amusement. “Yeah, Sarah’s got two heads—again.”

  They all laughed.

  “Want to come?” she asked Tony.

  He shook his head. “You two have fun. I’m going to check on the grounds. Make sure everything’s copasetic.”

  She shrugged, then took Josh’s hand and the two of them left the room. Tony wondered if their games would continue the entire two weeks. He could only hope.

  * * * * *

  Marin stood under the shower and breathed in a steamy concoction of soap and sweat. Her entire body still tingled with delicious sensations. Why hadn’t she discovered such hedonistic pleasures sooner?

  Because I can’t it chance it in my real world.

  Josh finished washing his hair then approached her with a handful of shampoo. “May I?”

  She could blame the hot surge in her core on the heated water, but that wasn’t really the reason. Having a naked giant with a horse-size erection offer to wash her hair would set any woman on fire. “Mm-hmm.” She turned her back to him and let him massage her scalp. Suds cascaded down her chest, followed by his strong hands. He cupped her breasts then moved lower to her hips.

  She parted her legs, allowing him to slip a finger inside her and strum her clit with his thumb. He spun her around then got to his knees and looked up at her, smiling. Lifting her left leg, he set her foot on the ledge, giving him more room to play.

  Marin held onto the wall, afraid he’d knock her off balance, although she somehow knew he’d never let her fall. She drew a ragged breath as he separated her folds with his tongue, suckling and lapping until she throbbed with unbearable pleasure. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolled it around with his tongue.

  Every nerve ending was still on fire from the last time, but she wondered if she had any orgasms left. This level of delight was totally new to her but she planned to keep pushing the envelope as long as the men were game.

  She held her breath as her climax approached, closer and closer. Steadying herself against the wall, she braced for her pleasure.

  She clamped tightly around his probing finger as she detonated in a white-hot flash. Her pussy pulsed with blissful waves, again and again. Every nerve in her body resonated with satisfaction.

  As her breathing steadied, she stood on both legs and glanced at Josh’s erect shaft. No way could she handle that thing right now.

  Reading her mind, he laughed. “Don’t worry. We have plenty of time. I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up an appetite. For food, that is.” He kissed her lips, then handed her a towel.

  Minutes later they headed downstairs to the kitchen and found Tony pouring a glass of lemonade. “I’ve never seen such a well-stocked fridge. You’ve thought of everything, Sarah.”

  She nodded, pleased that all the preparations had worked out, particularly her choice of bodyguards. “We should have everything we need. A local service will come by twice a week to clean and supply us with fresh fruits and vegetables.”

  “You may have to order extra stuff,” Josh said. “I have a big appetite.”

  She couldn’t contain her giggle. “You certainly do. In fact, you have a big everything.” Glancing from one man to the other, she added, “But I’m an accommodating woman. I’ll try
to keep you boys satisfied.” This was going to be the best damn two weeks of her life.

  * * * * *

  Four days later after their fifth mind-blowing threesome, Tony woke alone in Marin’s room. He heard hushed voices nearby so he climbed out of bed, pulled on his shorts and followed the sounds. He found her in the hallway wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap and one of his dress shirts, completely open. She had nothing underneath but a tiny scrap of fabric parading as panties. God, she so was sexy.

  “Hold it right there,” Josh told her from the staircase, a few yards away. Then he snapped a picture.

  Hey! That was his camera, or more accurately, it was the Weekly Tattletale’s. His heart pounded furiously and his mouth was suddenly dry as a sauna. Did neither of them wonder why he had a camera with him? “What are you doing?”

  Marin gave him a welcoming smile. “Just playing around. I hope you don’t mind. I sort of pilfered some of your things.”

  Shards of pain stabbed at his temples. How could he fault her for going into his room when they’d been living like gypsies since they’d arrived here, sleeping in each other’s rooms, sharing toothpaste and showers and anything else they wanted. His gut tightened as he watched Josh snap more photos of her, pictures that would sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars in the media arena. And she trusted them so much she was just letting him.

  Stomach roiling, he marched over to Josh and snatched the camera out of his hands.

  “Hey!” Josh complained.

  Tony raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s my…mom’s, okay? And it’s really expensive. She’ll murder me if anything happens to it.”

  Josh held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry. No harm meant.”

  He shrugged off the apology. “No problem.” He couldn’t look at Marin, not now. “I’m going for a walk.” Slinging the camera around his neck, he marched past Josh, took the steps two at a time.

  Outside, the sun hung low in the sky. He pulled his cell from his pocket and turned it on as he walked away from the house. When he played his first message, he cringed at the sound of his boss’s voice.

  “It’s Les, Tony. Where the hell are you? I hope to God you found Marin and got a story or better yet, some photos. Call me.”

  Swallowing hard, he hit the autodial key. Les answered on the first ring. “Tony, I’m on pins and needles here. Give me some good news.”

  He glanced toward the house and his chest tightened. “Sorry, Les. I tracked her to Cancun, but she got away from me. I’ve been trying for days to find her, but the trail’s gone cold.”

  “Son of a bitch. You told me you had this one in the bag.”

  “I know, I know. I’m sorry. But listen. Since I’m already here, I’m going to take my vacation now. I’ll pay for the flights myself.”

  Les started to balk, but Tony refused to listen. “What’s that? Huh? Listen, you’re breaking up. Signal sucks here.” He hung up and turned off the phone, stashed it back in his pocket.

  He glanced down at the camera hanging around his neck. Gritting his teeth, he switched it on. One by one, he deleted all the photos. “I must be a total idiot.” He’d just thrown away a fortune and a chance to jump to the top of the food chain. But he couldn’t do it to Marin. He’d never be able to hurt her like that.

  “Screw it.” He headed back to the house. Stepping through the door, he heard voices coming from the kitchen. Swallowing back his apprehension, he entered the room.

  “Hey.” Marin sat at the small table eating Italian ice as Josh fixed himself one of those God-awful protein shakes he’d brought with him.

  “Hi.” He heaved a breath. “Sorry about my outburst a few minutes ago, guys.”

  “No sweat, buddy.” Josh downed the shake in seconds. Setting the now empty glass on the counter, he slapped his chest. “I’m off for a shower.” Heavy footsteps charged up the stairs.

  Tony reached across the table and took Marin’s hand in his. “I have to tell you something.”

  Her pretty face clouded and her eyes grew bigger. “Something wrong?”

  He dropped his gaze to the table. “Something you ought to know about me.”

  “Okay.”

  His gut swirled with apprehension, but he forced himself to continue. “I’m not really a body guard. I’m a reporter. For the Weekly Tattletale.”

  She immediately pulled her hand back and folded her arms over her chest. Tears welled in her eyes.

  Tony’s throat clenched with dread and regret. Hurting her cut straight through him. “Before you throw me out of here, I want you to know that I told my editor I never found you. But if you ask me to leave, I will. As if we never met. As if I never had the best time of my life with you.”

  She pushed away from the table and stood, paced the small room. “How do I know you won’t sell me out?”

  “All I can do is promise. I know my word probably doesn’t mean much to you right now, but it’s all I have. I don’t ever want to cause you pain again, baby. It’s tearing me in half to watch you suffer.”

  She stopped pacing and met his stare. “I need some time to think.”

  He prayed she’d forgive him. “I’ll abide by whatever you decide.”

  * * * * *

  One Year Later

  Dressed all in white as a private duty nurse, Marin watched the driver open the trunk of the taxicab and lift out a wheelchair for her elderly charge. The large aide who’d traveled with them went around to the other side and helped the old man stand then settle into the wheelchair.

  “Thank you,” the old man said with a shaky voice.

  She opened her purse, peeled off fifty Belize dollars and handed them to the taxi driver. “Thank you so much.”

  “Only a couple of cabs in Placencia.” He handed her a slip of paper with a handwritten number. “Call me when you want me to come and pick you up.”

  “We’ll do that. Thank you.” She watched him get back into his car and waited until he’d driven away.

  Beaming at both men, she ripped off the gray wig and flung it toward the beach. Then she opened her purse and reached inside for the leather cat-o-nine tails. “Who’s first?”

  Tony threw the blanket off his legs and stood. “You are.” He shot a conspiratorial wink at Josh.

  She kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag and started running toward the house. Both men followed. Stripping as she went, she searched the house for the extra-large shower the website had promised. She’d already started the water running before Tony came into the room, naked, just like her. Josh joined them moments later.

  Just looking at her two companions, imagining the fun that lay ahead for the next couple weeks, her pussy grew slick with need.

  Josh stepped under the water first, pulled her back against his massive chest and reached around her to cup her breasts, rasp calloused fingers over her erect peaks. Tony stood in front of her, his beautiful cock already heavy with need. She pushed her fingers into her folds, separated her lips, already ready to receive Tony’s full length. Desire flared inside her, higher and higher. Her whole body shook with yearning.

  A deep growl rumbled in his throat as Tony rolled a condom over his cock. With a randy smile, he came closer, murmured something to Josh. The giant lifted her off the floor and Tony impaled her with his granite cock, filling her deepest recesses with a mighty thrust.

  “I’ve missed you two all year.” She let her head lean back, resting against Josh’s muscle-bound chest. A satisfied scream broke from her lips as Josh kneaded her breasts, pushed his huge cock against her back. There was always more to come with these two. The pleasure never ended. For hours they played, teased and touched. When they finally stopped, it was to quench their thirst and feed their hunger, not because they’d run out of steam.

  Marin lay back on the bed beside Tony, knowing they’d spend every day soaking up hedonistic pleasures. She glanced around for her other man. “Where’s Josh?”

  “He went to open a bottle of champagne,” he told
her as he sat up in the king size bed.

  “Good.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, glad she’d managed to forgive him for his deception.

  He closed her in a strong embrace, kissed her sweetly and she drank in his familiar taste and smell.

  Josh came in carrying a tray with three glasses of champagne and set it on the nightstand. He handed them each a flute, raised his for a toast. “To the best damn two weeks of the year.”

  Rude, Nude and Socially Unacceptable

  Chapter One

  “I swear to god, his thing was this freaking big.” The woman with the spiked red hair held up a tall bottle of hairspray to illustrate her point.

  “Oh, come on,” someone said from the back of the salon.

  “I’m serious,” spiked hair said. “The man is hung like a damn horse.”

  April Conway gritted her teeth at the rude conversation. If she were the owner, she’d put an end to such nasty talk, but Devon just sat at her nail table filing her client’s nails.

  No, that wasn’t fair. Devon had no control over the caliber of the clientele. In the two months since April had moved to Miami and started working at Salon on the Avenue, she’d seen women and men from all walks of life come through the door. Loads of them.

  Each of the four hairdressers and two nail techs were booked solid nearly every day. Well, except her, of course, but she’d only had her barber’s license a few months. Devon kept telling her that building her customer base would take at least a year. But if she didn’t start earning something soon, she wouldn’t be able to pay the rent on her apartment. She couldn’t afford to be picky about whose hair she cut. As long as they paid, she’d have to give them service. No reason she couldn’t tune out the salacious parts of the conversations.

  People in Miami were certainly a lot more open about their sex lives than anyone she’d ever dealt with in Oakville. But the only employment available in the tiny North Florida town were low paying, back-breaking farm jobs.