Hot Stories for Cold Nights

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  Having two women fussing over you is something not to be missed. I closed my eyes, not caring who did what. I wanted to concentrate on the feeling of four hands working on my belt, my sneaker laces, my shirt buttons. The brush of soft fingertips over my chest, my calves, my back was heavenly.

  I heard soft, feminine purring. “Umm.” They liked what they saw as they stripped me. They liked my body. I try to keep myself in good shape, but of course, they’re paid to like my body. Forget that. I liked the illusion.

  I was hard as a rock and my rigid cock stuck out from my groin, but they ignored that part of me and that was fine. I was in no hurry.

  “Okay, Don,” Maryanne said. “Lie on your stomach.”

  As I opened my eyes, I watched Gloria spread a large, fluffy towel on the table and she helped me onto it. I adjusted my softening erection beneath my pubic bone. “Now, just close your eyes again,” she said. “Feel. Feel everything.”

  They started with my legs. They coordinated their movements so their oily hands were synchronized, in unison, one woman working on each leg, stroking, kneading. Until I began getting massages at Good Hands, I had never realized how sensitive my skin was, nor had I ever taken the time to figure it out. Maryanne and her compatriots showed me.

  Occasionally fingers worked on the inside of my thighs, close to my balls, but they never quite touched me there, although I’m sure they knew I ached for it. They were experts at how to keep me on the edge. Fabulous.

  Then they moved to my feet, sliding slick fingers between my toes, and pulling on each as though they were pulling on my cock. Two sets of hands, four thumbs pressing into my arches. Shit, I was in heaven.

  Maryanne and Gloria moved to my back and shoulders, still totally in sync. One pair of hands on my left side, one set on my right.

  My arms came next. They played with my fingers, brushing their erect nipples over the backs of my hands.

  Eventually Maryanne said, “Time to turn over,” and I did. At first I was a little embarrassed by my erection, but that’s totally silly. We all know that this is what the hour is all about.

  “You didn’t tell me he was so well endowed,” I heard Gloria say.

  “I thought I’d leave that for a surprise,” Maryanne replied. Lies? Do they say that to every guy? Probably, but it sure made me feel great.

  Again they started with my legs but they spent much less time there. Their attention to my arms was brief as well, but my hands got special treatment. Each woman bent over and filled my palm with a breast, rubbing their nipples against my skin. They moved on to my face, again using oily breast flesh to caress my skin. “Open,” Maryanne said, nipples gliding over my lips. She certainly does know what I like.

  I opened my mouth and felt two erect nipples enter my mouth. “Suck.”

  I did. I’d never sucked on two women’s nipples at the same time. I was blissful. I cupped the two breasts and stroked the flesh as I sucked. Eventually they pulled back. I heard a hum as the table lowered. They extended my arms and each woman straddled a hand. Wet pussies, one in each hand. I fingered the folds, then slowly slipped a finger into each sopping cunt.

  Hands found my cock then, again perfectly synchronized, and began fondling my penis and balls. Tongues licked up each side while fingers played with the crack in my ass. Hot breath wafted over my wet erection as my fingers worked. Then I pulled my hands back and grabbed Gloria by the hips. The table was low enough that she could straddle my face while Maryanne climbed onto my now-condom-covered cock. The room filled with the sounds of heavy panting and low moans, the air reeked of sex.

  The combination of my mouth filled with pussy and a pussy surrounding my cock was too much. I came and I suspected, hoped, that Gloria and Maryanne did, too. Am I flattering myself? Who cares?

  We all rested, then the women washed me with warm, wet cloths, and helped me dress.

  “Come back soon,” Maryanne said.

  “And if you enjoyed the evening, ask for us both again,” Gloria added.

  I was so totally sated that I could barely stand. “You bet I will.”

  An Adventure in Poland

  MY HUSBAND, TONY, AND I RECENTLY TOOK A DRIVING trip through Eastern Europe. We’d been married for about six months so this was actually a honeymoon of sorts. It was a great trip: zillions of places to see and things to do. And lots of newly married sex. But the trip itself isn’t the point of my story.

  It all began while we were driving through Poland, near the Slovakian border. Suddenly Tony slowed the car and asked me to close my eyes. He told me he wanted to buy a surprise for me and didn’t want me to peek. He had that hot, sexy look he gets sometimes, and, since I know he’s got a deliciously devious mind, I did as he asked.

  He pulled the car over and I squeezed my eyes shut and heard him get out. We don’t speak any Polish, but I guess he made himself understood since a few minutes later he popped open the trunk on our little rental car, fussed around for a while, then put something inside. “Don’t open yet,” he yelled from the back of the car.

  “I won’t,” I promised and eventually we drove away.

  “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

  I couldn’t imagine what he could have bought from a store or roadside stand in rural Poland, and for several minutes I racked my brain. I came up empty. Tony comes up with such wonderful ideas that I was getting impatient.

  “Be patient, love, and you’ll be rewarded. I promise.”

  My panties moistened at the mere thought of what he might have in mind.

  When we got back to our hotel, he removed a large canvas tote bag we had with us and, hugging it to his chest, walked beside me to our room, where he stashed the bag in the armoire.

  Throughout dinner I couldn’t keep my mind from whatever it was that Tony had stashed in the closet.

  We finished dessert but, rather than seek out the local night life, we returned to our room. “Okay, Tony, what’s the surprise?”

  “Still impatient, aren’t you?”

  “You know me well enough to know that I am. Give!”

  “In good time. First, take off all your clothes.”

  Never one to argue with my husband when he’s in one of those moods, I quickly stripped.

  “Okay, hold out your arms.” I stretched out my arms in front of me and Tony quickly fastened my wrists together using part of a roll of gauze from the first-aid kit we carry for emergencies. “That’s to keep you from doing anything with those talented fingers of yours except what I tell you.” We’d played light bondage games before, but not often. Tony’s usually not one for mastery, but tonight he was setting the rules.

  “Yes, sir,” I said, a slightly military tone in my voice. There’s little subservience in me, but we could both count on the fact that I wouldn’t spoil his, or my, fun.

  “Now turn around.” I heard him tearing something, then, from behind me, he placed a pad over each eye and used the rest of the roll of gauze to tie a blindfold over them. “This will take a moment so just stand there until I’m ready.”

  My breath had thickened and my crotch was already twitchy. “What’s going on, Tony? I’m dying of curiosity.”

  “Too bad, Janet. You’ll just have to wait.”

  “Wait. There’s that word again.”

  “Yup. Tonight is going to be a lesson in patience.”

  I chuckled. My sexual impatience has become a running joke between us. As he pounds into me and I scream, “Do it, do it, do it,” he often says, “Some day I’m going to have to teach you to delay gratification.”

  As I stood, naked, in the middle of our hotel room, I heard lots of moving around. Finally he guided me to the edge of the bed. “Okay, lie down. I’ll help.” I stretched out on the bed and Tony deftly flipped me over onto my stomach, extending my tied wrists over my head. Beneath my naked body I felt something wonderfully soft and furry. “Wriggle around and feel that,” he said.

  I was lying on the most sensual thing I think I’d ever felt. My br
easts were being caressed by the softest fur. “What is this?”

  “I saw a stand selling large, real fur pelts and I couldn’t resist. They tried to tell me what they were but I didn’t really understand, but they were so soft and beautiful that I couldn’t resist. And they weren’t even expensive.” As I moved against the fur, I felt another pelt being brushed over my buttocks. “I bought two.”

  “My God,” I said, getting wet immediately. “That’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.”

  “I thought as much.” Then he began to slowly stroke me, my calves, arms, shoulders, and backs of my upper thighs and buttocks. When he used a corner of the furry cloth to caress the insides of my thighs I thought I’d gone to sensual heaven. “Nice?”

  I could only purr.

  “Turn over, but keep your hands over your head. I wouldn’t want those fingers wandering.”

  I knew exactly what he meant. Masturbation played a part in some of our games, but he didn’t want me to satisfy my hunger, much as I wanted to.

  Then he began to tease me in earnest. The fur briefly brushed against one nipple, then moved to one elbow. He stroked it lightly between my legs, then across my lips. Since I was still blindfolded, I couldn’t figure out where he would caress next and the surprise was totally erotic.

  Suddenly something different rubbed against my lips. I have no idea when he removed his clothing, but his naked cock now stroked my mouth. “Open,” he said.

  I did as he asked and found my lips and tongue being caressed by his member while the fur rubbed my breasts. “Mmm,” I moaned, flying off into space.

  Then I felt the fur against my face. Tony was obviously rubbing both of us while he fucked my mouth. “You are irresistible,” he said, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. He began to fuck my mouth more forcefully, his free hand tangled in the hair on the back of my head. I love the feel of him in my mouth and I caressed him with my tongue. I wanted to reach out and scratch his balls the way he likes, but my hands were still tied and stretched above my head.

  He came quickly, and I swallowed his semen.

  As I panted I felt him spread my legs and climb between. When his mouth found my slit and the fur rubbed my belly I started climbing. Let me tell you, he knows exactly how to flick his tongue over my clit, finding just the right rhythm. “Yes,” I moaned, as I rose higher and higher. “Don’t stop. Do it, do it, do it.”

  Then he backed off, moving to my arms and untying my wrists. “Still no patience. You want it? Well, you’ll just have to do it yourself while I watch.” Then he slipped off the blindfold. “And I want you to know I’m watching, so don’t close your eyes.”

  I fastened my gaze on his eyes while I slid my fingers through my soaked folds. He leaned forward and breathed hot air on the skin of my groin and I found my clit and rubbed. “Yes, baby,” he said, “show me. Take what you want, what you need.”

  And I did.

  “Tell me when you come. I want to know.”

  “God, yes. Put your finger inside me so you can feel it.”

  And he did.

  I came, pulses, waves of pleasure rocketing through me. My hips bucked. “Yes, yes, yes,” I said as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

  Later, when we’d caught our breath, he said, “I thought you’d like those pelts.”

  “I’m afraid one’s pretty wet.”

  “We have another.”

  I giggled. “Yes, we do. Next time you get to lie on it and I get to play.”

  Her Final Assignment

  SHE WORE A DIAPHANOUS GOWN, JUST AS HE HAD DREAMED her for the past several nights. His nymph. Okay, enough. This was just another dream. It must be that simple. Right? Yet she stood at the foot of his bed, gorgeous raven hair drifting down her back, her caramel-colored nipples and dark pubic hair faintly visible beneath the gown. She sure looked real, more real than ever before. But what is a nymph doing in my bedroom? Walt wondered.

  “You wanted me here, so here I am,” she said, her voice like music.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You called me here and so . . .”

  “I called you?” He was barely coherent.

  “You’ve been calling for me for almost a week. You’ve summoned me as surely as if you had yelled my name.”

  “Your name?” He was aware that he sounded like an ass, but he had no idea how she had gotten into his room. His mind was totally befuddled. Okay, Walt, think. You went out with the guys, had a few too many beers, went home, and collapsed on the bed. I’ve got that. He glanced at the clock beside his bed—3:07. He’d gone to sleep, okay, passed out, at about one, so he’d been asleep for a couple of hours. Maybe he was still asleep. That was it, he was asleep, dreaming.

  “No, you’re not asleep,” she said in that wonderfully mellifluous voice. “I’m really here, and you have but to command me.”

  “Right, now I get it. Rog or Tony. Right? They put you up to this. Paid you for a joke.”

  “No, they didn’t bring me here. You did. However, if it makes you feel better to believe that, fine. I’m still yours to command.”

  “Right again.” His voice was not stingingly sarcastic. “Okay, you’ve got a hidden camera. The joke’s on me.”

  She shook her head slowly. “You know, you’re too suspicious. You have to learn to live a bit.”

  Walt sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “Sorry, hon. A joke’s a joke and I’m done with this one.”

  Still shaking her head she said, “All right, I can take a hint. I’ll go.”

  “Hint? It’s a downright demand. I’m not in the mood for the guys’ pranks.”

  “Done. However, let’s make a deal. I’ll leave and come back when you’ve accepted me and what I am.”

  He looked her over. Under any other circumstances he’d be more than happy to give her the run of his anatomy, but he had a headache and just wasn’t up to his pals’ pranks. “Good. You do that.”

  Poof. She disappeared. She didn’t walk out of the room, she sort of winked out. His mouth fell open. No real person blinked out of existence. Poof. Like that. Damn. It looked as if he’d just passed up the offer of a lifetime. “Holy shit,” he said under his breath. “Okay, I believe. I believe. Come back.”

  Poof. She was back.

  “How? Why? What?” he stammered.

  “That’s better. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to be reasonable about this. I have my orders and you’re it.”

  “I repeat. How and why?”

  “The how? I have no clue. The big boss seems to know when someone’s been making a big enough wish and so he assigned one of us to be with you for one night.”

  “One night? Tonight?”

  “Yes.” She was starting to sound a little exasperated. “You are so full of questions, none of them the right ones.”

  “Like which right ones?”

  “Like what can we do together? I’m an expert in good old hot sex, fellatio, and anal play. I can paddle you if you’re into that stuff, or you can spank me. I’m fully trained in all kinds of sex acts. I’ve been doing this for a long time. If the truth were known, so long that you’re my last assignment. Then I’m . . . Well, I don’t know exactly where I’ll go from here, but I’ve got a few ideas. Anyway, this is my swan song, so to speak.”

  “Fellatio? Anal sex?” God, he was really sounding like a fool but he was so flummoxed that he couldn’t get his brain to make sense of all this.

  She glided toward the bed, sat on the edge, and put one hand on his bare chest pushing him onto his back. He stared at her slender fingers with their long, deep red nails. Slowly she scratched her way across his nipples. “Getting the idea?” she purred.

  How had she known how sensitive his nipples were? He closed his eyes. “Umm,” he groaned. “That feels nice.”

  “Of course it does.”

  “You know, I might just roll with this. Who cares whether the guys are pulling a fast one on me?” In case there was a hidden camera, he waved weakly in the ai
r. “Okay, guys. I’m good with this.”

  “Great. Let’s get to it.” There was an edge to her voice. “Just lie back and enjoy it, and if you’ve got any suggestions, let me know.” Her grin was wide, but seemed false. She seemed almost angry. At him?

  He opened his eyes. “You’re beginning to sound like my ex-girlfriend. You know, a bit of an attitude.”

  She looked at him, her face all innocent, her smile now syrupy. “Not at all,” she said, almost pulling off the act. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  He moved back on the bed and sat up with his back against the headboard. “Sure you do. Come on, give. What’s up, really?”

  She sat back on her haunches, looked him in the eye, then softened and sighed. “You’re right. I’m being a bit cranky. This is my last job. Forever. I guess I just want to get on with everything.”

  “Job. Explain what this is all about. I know you’re no ordinary hooker. Hookers don’t appear and disappear the way you do.”

  With another long sigh, she stood and paced beside the bed. “Well, you see it’s like this: We nymphs are required to satisfy a certain number of humans before we can move on to more adventurous things.”

  “Adventurous?”

  “You guys are so predictable. You want either hand jobs or oral. Occasionally anal but that’s infrequent. I’m trained for all kinds of kinky fun, but no, not for earth guys. Sucking and fucking and that’s about it. It’s like porn movies. Come shots. That’s all guys can think of. So we do what you want, regardless of whether it’s good for us or not. You’re the final fuck of my quota”—she stood beside the bed—“so let’s just do this. Cunt or mouth?”

  “Not so fast.” He patted the bed beside his hip and she sat. “You mean no one asks what you want?”

  “Oh, pleeeeezzze. Be real. Not one person. You get a nymph, get your rocks off, and poof, I’m gone until my next assignment.” She grinned. “Now—no more ‘next assignment. ’ Just me and fun from now on.”

  Walt took a moment to gather his thoughts. He was in a unique situation and he was determined to make the most of it. “Let’s back up a bit. What’s your name?”