“How about bastard?” he said with a laugh. “Son of a bitch usually works as well. Or motherfucker. Shit.”
“Oh,” she uttered, glaring at him. “You’re no gentleman.”
His laugh was full and rich. “Right. Got it. You’re a lady and I’m a bastard. Good for you. We’ve got the roles in this little drama sorted out.”
Now that she was completely immobilized, he used the knife to remove the rest of her clothing until she lay, naked and panting, unable to cover herself.
His sigh was deep with longing, but despite the heaviness in his groin, he kept himself in check. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I won’t ravish you until you beg me to.”
It was her turn to laugh. “That will never happen.”
He merely smiled. Then he slid his fingertips over her ankle and calf. “You will, my love. I guarantee it.”
He began at her toes, playing with each, sucking one after another until they were curling. “Do you like that?” he asked.
“No,” she snapped. “You’re merely irritating me.” Her tone had become imperious.
He moved to her hands, trapped by the ropes. He swirled his tongue in her palm, then nibbled on each finger. He watched her eyes, seeing them become heavy lidded with the desire to sink into the pleasure he knew he was giving her.
Finally, her breasts tempted him beyond his ability to hold back. He sat on the edge of the bed and laved each without touching the now-erect nipple. He saw her breathing speed up and knew she was slowly succumbing to the erotic joys he was providing. But she wasn’t nearly ready to beg yet.
“You want me to suck your nipples as no man has ever done, but you’re too proud to admit it.”
“I want no such thing!”
He chuckled, licking a path from her breastbone to one darkened areola, but no farther. He teased her for long moments, watching her become more and more aroused. “I know you want it, so I’ll give you what you crave, just this once.”
He fastened his mouth over one nipple and sucked, while lightly pinching the other. Obviously unable to control her body any longer, her hips bucked and her fingers curled into fists.
Alternating between nipples, he drove her higher. “Tell me you want this,” he said, knowing she wasn’t ready yet.
“Not a chance,” she said, barely able to draw enough breath into her lungs to speak.
“Oh, you will,” he said, biting one erect bud, causing her to gasp, not in pain but in pleasure. Her eyes slid closed.
Then he moved between her legs. Her pussy was already swollen, flowing with her juices. Her erect clit protruded slightly from the nest of curls, begging in its own way for his touch and his mouth. Slowly, teasing her with each stroke, he slid his fingers through her wetness. “Your body wants me. Feel how wet it is. You’ve probably never felt like this before, reaching for something but you don’t know what.”
“I’m not reaching . . . for anything,” she said, her words coming in little bursts.
Then his finger found her clit, tapping lightly on the tip. Her hips bucked, needing, wanting. He swirled around the sides and massaged the length of her slit, then slid one finger inside her just a tiny bit.
“No,” she sobbed. “Go away!”
“You don’t really mean that.”
She wept and he knew that she was slowly coming to terms with her body’s needs. He stretched out between her thighs and licked her slit, then sucked her clit. With one finger slightly inside her, he felt the tiny spasms that presaged orgasm, and stopped, leaving her body hanging on the precipice.
“Now say please,” he growled and heard her answering moan. “All right,” he said, slowly building the pleasure again with his mouth and fingers. Again he left her without the final touch he knew she craved, only blowing on the wet skin. “Say please.”
Her hips thrashed. “I know what can relieve your hunger, and I can give it to you. There’s such pleasure in it for you. Don’t deny yourself. Just say please.”
Her eyes opened and she stared at him, eyes glazed with want. She took a deep breath and he again blew on her wet skin. “Please,” he said, hot breath laving her slit. “Say it.”
Head dropping to one side, she said, “Don’t make me.”
“I will make you say it, love. I want to hear you beg.”
She waited a long moment, then said, “Please. Help me.”
He quickly removed his clothes and, penis totally erect and hard as steel, knelt between her legs and positioned himself at her opening. Then he rammed into her slick, tight passage, causing her to scream out in pleasure. As he pistoned, he rubbed her clit until he could feel the waves of her orgasm squeeze his cock. The fact that his fantasy had begun with her a virgin and now she accommodated him totally didn’t faze him.
“CAPTAIN BLOOD AGAIN?” A FEMALE VOICE SAID.
Larry snapped back to the present, barely noticing the credits at the end of the movie roll on his TV screen. His wife, Anne, now home from her reading group, lay between his legs, mouth ready for him.
“When I finish with you,” she said, licking her lips and flicking the tip of her tongue over the dripping head of his cock, “you’ll be able to last longer later when you tie me to the bed.”
She engulfed his erection with her hot, wet mouth and he came. He had the best, most understanding wife ever, and he was going to fuck her brains out all night.
Movie Mania—Part 2: The Alien
LARRY’S WIFE, ANNE, ENJOYED MOVIES AS MUCH AS HE did, but she tended to want to discuss them with him during the film, often commenting on the actors’ performances or costumes and guessing at the ending. She was usually also knitting or doing a crossword puzzle at the same time. On the other hand, he preferred total immersion, lights dim, HDTV turned up so he felt completely surrounded by the film.
Larry loved his wife and wouldn’t trade her for anything, but on one precious evening a week, while Anne joined several others to critique books, he got to watch movies his way. Usually, either Turner Classic Movies or the Fox Movie Channel showed something he enjoyed, new or classic. Tonight, he found a Star Wars marathon.
He loved sci-fi movies and specifically enjoyed the aliens; aliens could be anyone and do anything, especially with the great special effects that had been added in recent years.
Lying naked, watching between his toes, Larry let Luke, Leia, and Han wash over him, and as usual, he drifted into his own world.
She had appeared in his bedroom, looking sort of like Leia, with braids curled around her ears. Yes, he’d like to slowly unbraid her hair and let it flow over his body. He didn’t worry about why or how; he just enjoyed looking at her and feeling his cock react.
“I know you want me,” she said, and Lord, did he. “It’s the pheromones we aliens exude. We want you to desire us.”
He said nothing, just stared, entranced.
“We want to learn everything there is to enjoy about this thing you call ‘intercourse.’ We have read books and know the facts, but we gather that there is so much more than the how of it. We want to experience it, to learn the why.”
“With me?”
“Why not? Don’t you know how to do it?”
He snorted. “Of course I do. I just wondered why you selected me.”
“Luck. Actually, I have no idea. Our leader sent many of us out to gather information on all subjects. I’m one of those designated to learn about sex.”
“I’ll be happy to show you.”
“No, just let me do the things I’ve read about and see what happens.”
She walked to the side of the bed, leaned over, and kissed him. “I understand that kissing is a desirable part of the lead-up to intercourse.”
They kissed for several minutes, then she kissed his ears and ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes,” she said, “very stimulating.” She looked at his cock, hardening more each minute. “I read that the penis gets aroused and stiffens. Is that why it’s sticking up like that?”
Somehow he l
oved the clinical discussion of his reactions. “Yes,” he said.
“Good. I can watch it and see which of the erogenous areas causes it to react.” He closed his eyes as she played with his ears, nose, and eyelids, commenting on which activities seemed to excite him.
Moving down his body, she tweaked one nipple and his cock twitched. “You really do like that. The book I read said that some men like it and others don’t.” She licked one nipple, her long, slightly prehensile tongue curling around it and tugging gently.
He swallowed hard, trying to control his body. He reasoned that it wouldn’t do to go off yet, especially before she’d learned all she wanted to know. “I like that a lot,” he said.
She played with his nipples until they were hard and tight. “They get erect like little penises.” Her hands moved to his belly and she inserted one finger into his navel. “I don’t care for that,” he said with a gasp.
“All right, I won’t do it.” She moved to his cock, touching, stroking, moving it around. “Our species has nothing like this organ. We donate cells that are fertilized by the male’s sperm in laboratories. I’m finding this much more enjoyable.”
“On your planet there’s no sexual fun? No playing?”
“We have sexual fun. We need to be aroused for the donation process, but it happens within ourselves.”
Larry sighed. “How sad.”
“Oh, not really. We’re content.”
“Maybe you’ll learn not to be so content when you folks go back home, particularly if there are males of your species learning from our women.”
“Maybe,” she said, cupping his balls with one hand and fondling his cock with the other. “Some men like this,” she said, touching his anus, another squeezing his ass cheeks.
Now she had one hand on his cock, one holding his balls, one with a finger slowly entering his anus, and one on his ass cheeks. Four hands, each with seven long, grasping fingers. Shit, this was heaven. “I’d like to watch you climax,” she said.
“That can certainly be arranged.” He relaxed and let orgasm overtake him, semen erupting from his cock and flowing over her hand.
“Wonderful,” she said. “Now we must have intercourse.”
“I’m afraid I don’t recover so quickly.”
“Of course you do,” she said, watching his cock greedily. “My pheromones will help.”
Sure enough, almost immediately he was hard again.
“I’ve read that men like doing it doggie style. I’m not quite sure I understand what that means.”
Larry took a deep breath. “If you’ve got your, eh, parts in the same places our women do, then I’ll show you.”
“We have created such parts to allow us to experience everything.”
Larry guided her onto her hands, all of them, and knees on the bed, and he knelt behind her. Her pussy looked just like a human’s, and she was very wet. He rubbed his erection over her flesh, then slowly inserted it into her cunt. “Oh,” she said when he was fully inside.
Larry felt a sensation he’d never experienced before. Her vagina, or what they’d created to be a vagina, squeezed him, rhythmically stroking, muscles rippling the length of him. Holding her hips tightly against him, he quickly came inside her, thrusting, bucking, yelling.
He collapsed onto the bed and she was gone.
His fantasy dissolved and he was back in his bedroom, Star Wars still playing. “I’m home,” Anne called as the front door slammed.
Although Larry had climaxed in his fantasy, in reality he had saved himself for his wife. She walked into the bedroom and glanced at the TV. She was deliciously aware of what he did while she was out and loved the hot and varied sex that always resulted. “Hmm,” she said, “aliens.”
“Aliens,” he said. “Get naked and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Movie Mania—Part 3: ER
LARRY CLICKED ON THE GUIDE ON HIS TV AND CHECKED both Turner Classic Movies and the Fox Movie Channel. Both films this evening were ones he’d seen quite recently. He sighed. He couldn’t stand the commercials on American Movie Classics. Once a week Anne went to the library to meet with her book group, and tonight, while she was gone, he was restless. He’d stretched out on his bed, naked, prepared to watch a good old movie and let his mind wander. Nothing on. He’d have to resort to a weekly program, but only a handful of them were any good.
Okay, he thought, flipping to the guide, what’s on? One channel was showing ER reruns. He’d enjoyed that show while it was on and, although he was pretty sure he’d seen every episode, he clicked over to the right channel just as the show began.
He didn’t watch for long. Instead, he closed his eyes and slipped into one of his favorite fantasies. He was in a doctor’s office, all white and sterile-looking, with cabinets filled with mysterious doctor stuff and countertops covered with swabs, vials, jars of cotton balls, and boxes of latex gloves. The room smelled of alcohol and disinfectant. He was only wearing one of those light cotton gowns that opened down the back, and he was perched on an examining table covered with white paper that rustled when he shifted position.
He was nervous, as he always was when he went for a checkup. What if he got an erection? The doctor would know and he’d be terribly embarrassed.
The doctor arrived, and as always in his dreams, she was gorgeous. Long red hair hung down her back, surrounding a classically beautiful face. Her body was lush, voluptuous, and desirable. She was wearing a low-cut light blue tank top and short black skirt beneath her white lab coat. Her brief smile was almost wicked, but it disappeared quickly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Thomas,” she said. “It’s time for your exam. I don’t want you to be nervous.”
Larry’s cock hardened as he watched her take a pair of latex gloves from a box on the counter. He would swear that she put them on purposefully slowly and provocatively, inserting each finger into its place and snapping the wrist. It was as if she knew how hot she was making him. He tried to control his raging hard-on but his usual mental gymnastics were of little help.
She walked around the table and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his upper arm and pumped it up. With each compression of the little bulb, she exhaled slowly, her hot breath bathing his neck. Finally she released the pressure. “Very good, Mr. Thomas. Your blood pressure is fine.”
Sure it was. He was ready to explode and she was telling him his blood pressure was fine. Fat chance.
Over the next few minutes the doctor used an instrument to look in his ears and another to peer down his throat. Then she pushed him onto his back. He looked along the length of his body and saw the large tent that had formed over his erection. Oh well, he could do nothing about it, and surely she’d seen erections before. He took a long, slow breath.
“I’m going to check your heart,” she said, attaching the leads of the electrocardiograph machine to his hairy chest. “Now just relax.”
He watched the familiar spiking patterns of his heartbeat move across the screen. “Very good,” she said. “Let’s test a few reactions to see how your heart is doing.” She slipped off her lab coat and pulled down the front of her tank, allowing her unfettered breasts to spill free. God, she was fabulous. Great, creamy white breasts with large, deep brown nipples. Her buds were fully erect, and as he stared at them, his cock jerked.
“Interesting,” she said, peering at the EKG screen. “I can watch your heartbeat react to sexual stimuli. Fascinating. This will add to the statistics for my thesis.”
Lying on his back in his bedroom, Larry’s cock was fully erect and his entire body trembled. The doctor divided her attention between him and the EKG screen. “Let’s see what this does.” She leaned over so that her breasts hung close to his mouth. “Do you want to suck them?” she asked as the EKG went crazy.
“God, yes,” he said.
“Not yet,” she replied, straightening. “I don’t have all of my data yet.” She lifted his exam gown and exposed his cock. “Mmm, nice,” she said and Larry felt the blood rushing to hi
s dick. She grabbed it and squeezed, testing his hardness. She pulled it away and let it spring back into place, then glanced again at the screen. “Very nice.” She left the table and made a few notes on a pad on the counter. She got a tape measure from one of the cabinets and carefully checked the length and girth of his member. “Interesting,” she said sounding totally clinical. “Superior size.” Again she wrote on the paper.
Larry felt sweat prickle at his armpits as her cool fingers played with his foreskin. “I like to compare circumcised and uncircumcised penises.” He thought he’d spurt right then, but she checked the machine and stopped just before he came.
“It’s interesting what I can learn from my EKG. I know exactly what arouses you, and how far I can go without making you come. Fascinating.” She made a few more notes, then said, “Turn over.”
He did as he was told, making a special effort to position his prick so he was as comfortable as possible. On his bed in the bedroom he turned over as well.
“Now,” the doctor said, “let’s test a few more reactions.” She parted his exam gown, exposing his ass. “Have you ever had anal sex?” When he hesitated, she said, “This EKG acts like a lie detector, so don’t fib to me. Have you?”
He cleared his throat. “No,” he said, honestly.
“Good. This will be an excellent test.” He heard a squishy sound, then felt her lubricate his anus. “Just relax. It will be interesting to see whether this arouses you further.” He felt her rub slippery stuff around the rim of his asshole then slowly insert her finger. Slowly, so slowly, filling his ass. “Oh my,” she said, “you should see how your entire body reacts to this. It’s so interesting.”
ANNE ARRIVED HOME FROM HER BOOK GROUP AND SILENTLY tiptoed into the bedroom. She knew that her husband loved his fantasy evenings, and she frequently helped him climax. She saw only his backside and heard his heavy breathing. His fists were clenching and unclenching, trying not to touch himself, waiting to climax until she got home.
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