Hot Stories for Cold Nights

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  Another smack. “That’s two.”

  “I think he’s giving her a spanking.”

  Mark slipped his hand between Connie’s legs. “And it makes you wet, doesn’t it?”

  Another smack. “That’s three.”

  Connie remained silent, but the sounds in the next room were driving her pussy crazy. Mark continued to lightly stroke her clit through her panties.

  Another smack. “That’s four.”

  Connie could barely control her breathing. This was so bad. She’d never realized that she could be turned on by pain, but there was no denying it.

  Another smack. “That’s five.”

  “Did you bring some lotion?” Laura said. “You really pack a wallop.”

  “Of course.” Brett’s voice has changed to a soft purr.

  There followed several minutes of whispering, then the rhythmic sounds of lovemaking.

  “Holy cow,” Connie whispered. “I never thought that Laura would be into violence like that.”

  “It’s not really violence,” Mark said, still stroking Connie’s clit. His voice was barely above a whisper, knowing Laura and Brett could hear him and Connie as easily as they’d heard them. “It’s just that sometimes people find pain enhances sexual pleasure.”

  “Do you?”

  “Find it exciting? I didn’t think so, but it’s difficult to deny that listening aroused me. Would it excite me for us to do something like that? I don’t know. We’ve never tried.” He paused. “There’s also giving and receiving. I don’t know how I’d feel about either spanking you or being spanked.”

  “Well,” Connie said, trying to deny the obvious, “I don’t think it would be good for us.”

  Mark chuckled. “Your soaked panties say different.”

  Connie glanced at her boyfriend’s briefs and the swollen bulge beneath. She reached over and squeezed. “You look like the idea appeals to you, too. However, don’t try anything like that here. We know how thin the walls are.”

  “Would you be willing for me to try a slap on your ass from time to time?”

  Connie was really embarrassed, but she and Mark had always been truthful about their sexual preferences. “I don’t really know. Until tonight something like that has always seemed beyond the pale.”

  After a long and passionate kiss, Mark pulled Connie’s bra aside and licked her swollen nipple. Connie had always been a noisy lover, but now she knew she had to keep silent. Laura and Brett would be able to hear.

  They stripped, fondled and kissed, nibbled and licked for long minutes, then Mark helped Connie straddle his rigid erection. As she lowered her dripping pussy onto Mark’s cock, he pinched her butt, hard. She gasped, then silently rode him until they were both panting and covered with sweat.

  The bed bounced against the wall but they were both beyond caring. “Oh, God,” Connie hissed. “Oh, God!” She rode him, taking her pleasure. She slid one hand between them and rubbed herself, then reached behind her and grabbed Mark’s balls. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  As she was about to come, Mark pinched her again. She climaxed, trying to keep her moans under control. She felt her boyfriend bucking beneath her and almost immediately after her climax, he spurted into her.

  “Holy shit,” Mark whispered. “You were a tiger tonight.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, I guess I was.”

  “That little bit of pain really lit your fuse.”

  “Maybe when we have a little more privacy, we could talk about it.”

  “Talk and more. After this, I’ve got a few ideas.”

  “Naughty, erotic ideas, I hope.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Good night you two,” Laura called from the next room. “I guess we’ll all sleep well tonight.”

  Almost asleep, Mark mumbled, “I guess we will.”

  Madam’s Brothel: Option 1

  CURRENTLY EMILY’S SEX LIFE STANK. SHE WOULDN’T admit it to anyone, of course. As a matter of fact, when people at work asked about her love life, she’d smile enigmatically and return to her computer.

  She’d had several boyfriends, two of whom had lived with her, but none had lasted more than six months. Boring sex, even then. Predictable and ordinary, and what was worse, she’d known it. She’d settled. She often wondered what the rest of the world was like, sex-wise, but at the moment, there didn’t seem to be any possibilities for her to find out.

  She had a few friends, of course, of both sexes, but they spent time at bars and clubs where she usually felt totally out of place. So she spent more and more of her off-work time at home, playing online computer games. Oh sure, she’d tried some of the dating sites, but it had all been for naught. She was lonely, but didn’t know what to do about it, so each evening, after making herself a sandwich or frozen dinner, she’d take her plate, along with a beer, into her bedroom, settle at her tiny workstation, and turn on her computer.

  While logged onto Games, Games, Games one evening, she noticed a new adventure game housed in a special section labeled “Adults Only.” She’d never been to the adults-only area, but she found herself intrigued so she clicked on it. When she’d logged on for the first time, she’d been asked her age so the system knew she was in her midtwenties. The game was called “For Lovers,” and she read the screen on how to play.

  Your quest is to find the Ruby Ring of Ultimate Sexual Pleasure by moving through various rooms in a very exclusive brothel, until you reach the treasure. If you’ve got enough love points, you can claim the ruby ring.

  Emily loved adventure games. She’d played a zillion, but this one seemed different from others she’d mastered, maybe more exciting. Great, she thought, a new experience. She clicked on Start. To begin, she wandered around the virtual town, gathering life points and money, finally finding the Key of Experience to get her into Madam’s Brothel, the start of her quest.

  Once inside, she saw bosomy women dressed in scanty outfits and hunky guys in Speedos, all waiting for customers. As she moved her mouse around, names appeared over the characters: Suzanne Sunrise, MaryLee Dreamboat, Carl Creative, and many more. If she clicked on one, he or she made a little speech about how she should spend her money and choose his or her character to go into the Love Nest with. Love Nest? She assumed that was the room where animated characters made out and she could watch. Hokey, yes, but it might be fun to see how the other half lived. Could she do it? She sat back and gazed at the animated crowd. God, if only there were a real and totally anonymous place like in this game. She’d never actually consider making it with a paid guy, but if she could . . . She could ask for all the things she’d never done, and her partner wouldn’t make fun of her inexperience.

  Finally, she settled on Randy Pornstar. She loved the name, and his shaggy blond hair and magnificent body appealed to her. He was dressed in her favorite sexy-guy outfit: jeans, unbuttoned at the waist, and no shirt. There was an arrow of hair on his flat belly that disappeared beneath the zipper. And his feet were bare. He had great toes. God, she must be hard up if she thought his toes were great. She looked at the exciting lump beneath his fly. Even though he was an animated image, her mind was certainly directed to the right places.

  She clicked on his image and together they walked into the Love Nest. She looked down and saw what were supposed to be her own feet and was surprised to see that they were wearing sneakers just like hers. After he opened the door for her, Randy reached down and lifted one of her cartoon feet to pull off her sock and shoe, then did the same for the other foot. She felt compelled to take her hand off her mouse and remove her own footwear.

  Although it was all in fun and pretty silly, even on a fourteen-inch screen, it felt a little illicit. Inside the room it was as though he was looking her right in the eye. “Have you ever been here before?” he asked, the sound quite realistic.

  She clicked on No.

  “What would you like to do?”

  A list appeared on the screen, overlaying the view of the room.

  1.
Oral sex receiving

  2. Oral sex performing

  3. Anal sex

  4. Light bondage—being bound

  5. Light bondage—binding me

  6. More options

  Damn if this didn’t feel real. She thought a moment, then clicked on Option 1. She guessed that she’d see an image of Randy, seeming to play with her.

  “I’m glad you selected that option,” Randy said through the computer’s speakers. “I love licking a beautiful pussy. Stretch out on the bed.” On the screen she saw herself stretch out on a satiny bed. She could look around the room, hear the soft music, almost smell the scented candles flickering on the nightstand. She looked down and saw her animated, naked legs. Strange coincidence, she thought. There’s a little mole on my left knee, just like the one I have in real life.

  Randy Pornstar positioned himself between her thighs and she could almost feel his hot breath through her pants. Without thinking, she quickly pulled off her jeans, sat back on her desk chair, and gazed at the almost realistic-looking scene. She could swear she felt it. His fingers parting her outer lips, his mouth licking her clit, his tongue flicking over her swollen flesh. She heard him hum and felt the buzz in her groin. Her flesh was wet and puffy. Her pussy twitched as he kept up his expert ministrations on the screen.

  His fingers found her and she actually felt him slide two inside her, slowly withdrawing and filling until she thought she’d die from the pleasure of it. It seemed as if she actually experienced it as he nibbled on her and bit lightly until the sensations overwhelmed her.

  She came—actually climaxed—just from watching the screen and imagining. It was imagination, right? After her orgasm, her hands shook and she was unable to use her mouse, so she just rested against the back of her chair and trembled.

  “That was really good for you,” Randy Pornstar said. “I’m so glad.”

  “How do you know that?” she said aloud.

  “I just do,” the computer speaker said.

  “What the hell?”

  “Don’t ask silly questions,” Randy said. “Just come back tomorrow. I’ll be waiting.”

  Madam’s Brothel: Option 3

  THE FOLLOWING EVENING, EMILY HURRIED HOME FROM work. She grabbed a burger and fries at the McDonald’s on her corner and rushed up to her apartment. She’d brought her laptop home from work so she could log on to Games, Games, Games while lying on her bed. It would be so much more comfortable. She stripped off her jeans, plumped the pillows behind her, and sat on the bed. She clicked on “For Lovers,” and quickly amassed the needed life points and money, then retrieved the key to Madam’s Brothel and went inside. There were about the same number of men and women in the room but she wasn’t interested. Randy was waiting for her, and once she’d selected him, they retired to the Love Nest.

  “I enjoyed last evening,” he said, “and I hope you did, too.”

  How the hell does the game know I was here last evening? She considered, then figured it out. Relieved, she thought, This game must leave a cookie on my computer to tell it that I was here last evening. That must be it.

  Then she reasoned further. It couldn’t be that. She had been on her desktop computer the previous evening. Right, but she’d logged in with the same user name. Fears finally eased, she let out a long breath.

  “Don’t worry about small things,” Randy said. “What would you like to do tonight?”

  Again the list appeared on the screen.

  1. Oral sex receiving

  2. Oral sex performing

  3. Anal sex

  4. Light bondage—being bound

  5. Light bondage—binding me

  6. More options

  She clicked on Option 1 and again she climaxed, more explosively than she had the previous evening. When she finally turned off the computer, she was exhausted.

  The pattern continued for several evenings, with Emily rushing home to experience more of Option 1. Each night it seemed to get better.

  Finally, after about a week, she was feeling daring. She moved her mouse from the first link on the menu, and clicked on Option 3.

  “Wonderful,” Randy said. “I hoped you would move on to something more creative. I love fucking a wonderful woman’s tight ass.” His smile was warm and supportive. Almost loving. “You’ve never done Option 3 before, have you.”

  It wasn’t a question. She didn’t want to have to admit her innocence, but as he seemed to be able to do, he sensed her reluctance and said, “It’s all right. You don’t have to say anything.”

  Her long sigh was her only answer.

  “First you need to take everything off.” She saw clothing tossed around the Love Nest on the screen, and she couldn’t resist the temptation to remove her jeans, shirt, and undies, then settle back on the bed.

  “You’ve got great tits,” Randy said, seeming to gaze at her body. “May I play with them first?”

  “God, yes,” she said aloud, already aroused. She actually felt fingers tweaking her erect nipples. She cupped her breasts and saw hands cupping the large tits of the figure on the screen. Randy bent down and she watched him take one bud in his mouth. She felt the tugging but accepted the fact that it was her own fingers playing with her flesh. When she moved her hands to her sides though, she still felt the tug of his sucking. It felt so good that she didn’t dwell on her confusion.

  Randy Pornstar moved back and said, “Let’s play a little more. I know what you selected, what you want, and from now on you don’t have to say anything. I understand everything and I’ll make it good for you, I promise. Now curl up on your side.”

  Willing to play along, Emily put the laptop on the bed beside her and did as he asked. What will I feel? After all, it’s just a computer game. But then she had experienced many things so far.

  Suddenly she was wary. Anal sex. She’d never considered trying it before, but this way there was nothing to worry about. Right? She could experiment without consequences. This wasn’t real, after all.

  On the screen, Randy held up a slender dildo. “I’m not going to penetrate your beautiful, virgin ass with my cock just yet. That will wait for another evening when you’ve adjusted to this kind of game. For now I’ll just use this.”

  As she watched the computer screen, Randy poured a generous dollop of lubricant on the dildo and sensuously rubbed it all over. Emily’s flesh was tingling. As Randy moved behind her avatar, she felt hands on her ass cheeks. “It’s okay, honey,” he said, “just relax. I know you’ll enjoy this. And if you want to rub your clit, do it. I love to watch.”

  The sensation of cold, slippery fingers on her ass was almost real. Almost, almost real. Then she felt penetration. She looked over her shoulder to assure herself that she was still alone in her room. How was this happening? She had no idea, but she was in such ecstasy that she forgot to worry about it.

  As the dildo slipped into her ass, she felt her clit swell to mammoth proportions. When she reached between her legs, it was as though she were on fire. The fullness in her ass somehow transferred the sensation to her cunt. “That’s it, honey,” Randy said from behind her. Sound? Behind her? “Rub your clit. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

  Her heart was pounding so loud that she could barely hear him. “Yes, like that. Show me how you can come with me fucking your ass with this toy.”

  The dildo pulled out, then thrust inside her ass again. She rubbed her clit, and as she had on the previous evenings, she came. “That’s right, baby, come. Hard. Fast. Feel the spasms throughout your body. I can feel them on my toy. Do it.”

  It was as though her orgasm lasted for minutes, even hours. She lost track of time as her body clenched and relaxed over and over.

  Finally she felt the dildo withdraw and she slipped into a light doze. When she awoke, she glanced at the computer screen. Her colorful screen saver wove its patterns through the black background. The time on the tray told her she’d been out for a few hours. She moved the mouse and the screen saver dissolved in
to her desktop. Should she go back to Madam’s Brothel? Not tonight. Right now she was too well fucked.

  Tomorrow.

  Tomorrow another option. Or maybe this one again. She’d decide then. Totally content, she pulled a blanket over herself and went to sleep.

  Madam’s Brothel: Option 7

  FOR THE NEXT MONTH, EMILY WAS OBSESSED WITH Madam’s Brothel. She turned down invitations to go out with her office buddies, rushed home from visits to her parents or her sister’s family, and every evening she went into the Love Nest with Randy. Occasionally she selected Option 3, but most of her time was spent enjoying Randy’s talent with oral sex. Her body had become tuned to his kind of lovemaking, and she enjoyed it more than she’d ever enjoyed “real” lovemaking. She realized that she was supposed to be searching for the Ruby Ring of Ultimate Sexual Pleasure, whatever that was, but she refused to even consider leaving the brothel.

  One evening, before she selected an option, Randy asked, “Aren’t you even curious about the other possibilities? Option 6?”

  Usually she didn’t even look at the list. When she entered Madam’s, she knew what she wanted. Now she reread the menu.

  1. Oral sex receiving

  2. Oral sex performing

  3. Anal sex

  4. Light bondage—being bound

  5. Light bondage—binding me

  6. More options

  More options. She had been in such a hurry, so content with her selections, that she’d overlooked the additional possibilities. What were the other options? When she clicked on Option 6 a new menu appeared.

  7. Mutual masturbation

  8. Toys

  9. Threesomes—with two men

  10. Threesomes—with another couple

  11. Light pain—spanking

  12. Water sports

  13. The ultimate orgy

  Water sports? She vaguely knew what that was and quickly accepted the fact that she wasn’t interested. “Don’t discount things before you’ve tried them,” Randy said, reading her mind as usual.