Swingers Fantasies Box Set (First Time Bisexual Menage Swinger Romance): All Four Episodes Bundled in One Box Set! (Swinger Fantasies Book 5)
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Fuck, I could have torn the dress and bra off, I loved the way this was going. But instead my fingers worked languorously easing the top of the dress down to my waist, reaching behind me to unhook the clasps of the bra.
I slipped the bra down my arms and tossed it to him, giving just a fleeting glimpse of my breasts before turning to go into the kitchen. I took a few steps and stopped, bending forward to raise the hem of my dress. There Sergeant, take that. No panties and bent just enough to show the bottom of my pussy lips. Believe me, you’re going to have to work a little harder to get inside that sweet spot.
I straightened and continued on to the kitchen. If I’d known that I was going to be serving topless and teasing him like some kind of stripper, I’d have picked raunchier background music than the soft jazz that was playing.
I took two frosty bottles of beer from the fridge and held them in my hands, shielding my boobs from his eyes as I walked back to where he sat. The crotch of his pants was a tent and his feet were both on the floor now, splayed far apart. It was all I could do to stop myself from dropping to my knees and tearing his pants open—with my teeth.
“Place the bottles against your nipples. I want to see if they’re cold enough.” His gaze was now on my hands holding the bottles.
I startled when the dewy cold surface of the bottles touched me. “You want to see if the beer is cold or my nipples? Which is it?”
“You’re a smartass, you know that? Do you know what happens to smartass girls?” His head was cocked to one side, that cute smirk once more on his lips. He leaned forward, took both bottles of beer from my hands and set them on a table next to the sofa.
“First of all, I’m a woman not a girl and—“
His hand shot forward and before I knew it I was straddled across his knee, his muscular leg over mine while his arm pinioned my back so that I was facing the floor. I could feel my pussy cream while my clit hardened. And I wasn’t the only one aroused, judging by the thick hardness pressing into my waist.
My skirt had risen and my ass cheeks felt cool air before the thwack of his hand resounded in my ears. Oow! Oh my God, it hurt so good. My fist beat against the hard muscles of his calve and I squirmed trying to escape the next blow. But the pressure of his arm holding me down, increased.
Fighting him and losing was everything that I’d ever lusted for.
The next blow landed squarely on one cheek of my ass, the pain immediate like a bee sting. “Bastard!” My fingernails dug into his ankle and my thighs tried in vain to roll my hips away from him.
His hand rested on the inflamed flesh of my ass and began to circle the outside of each cheek. “Ready to be a good girl?” The smugness in his voice and the casual control he exerted over my body made my pussy ache for his touch, but I couldn’t give in…yet.
“I’m…” I tried to lift my head to turn and look at him. “NOT…” My arm pushed hard against his leg. “A GIRL. I’m a woman!” One last burst of effort pushing against the floor with the toes of my high heels, all to no avail.
This time I felt his body shift raising his arm high in the air before the crack of his hand against my ass. Tears stung my eyes from the pain and pleasure. When his finger traced a line in the trench between my ass cheeks and down separating the flesh at my opening, I gasped.
“You’re a very bad girl who needs to be punished.” His voice was gruff with arousal and his fingers dove deep inside me.
I was almost there, almost ready to surrender to him—to beg for what only he had the power to give me. The muscles in my legs and arms became jelly as his fingers pushed harder into me. There was only my pussy, wet and lusting for more.
His slippery fingers were now spreading the fullness of my labia, drifting softly to the throbbing nub of my clit. A moan starting in my core erupted in a soft purr in my throat when he stroked my most sensitive spot, teasing it softly. My hips rolled, spurred on by the touch of his finger, reveling in the intense pleasure.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?” Just a whisper as his fingers once more dipped into the depths of my wetness, gently fucking me. The ball of his thumb pressed against my asshole, flaming hot, hurting when it entered.
“Yes.” I would have done anything for him at this point. Was it my mind or my cunt responding?
“Sir. You’ll answer and call me Sir.” His fingers withdrew from me and slapped my ass once more.
I gasped as a jolt of ecstasy shot through my belly and into my clit. My heart was thundering in my chest but I managed a murmur, or more like a moan. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.” He lifted his thigh off mine and the hand holding my back down slid around my side to cup and fondle my breast. His finger and thumb pinched the hardened nipple as he spoke. “You’ll serve me my drink and then remove the rest of your clothes.”
What? No more fingering my clit, just when I was about to come? I stood up and reached for one of the beers he had set aside, feeling his gaze on my bare breasts. The nipple he had pinched tingled, linked to the wet longing in my clit for anything he would do to it. Oh God, just fuck me hard.
I handed the beer to him and straightened before pushing the spandex fabric over the roundness of my hips. His gaze dropped and focused on the flesh that was now naked, especially the smoothness of my labia. Watching him sitting fully clothed, calmly sipping his drink as I stood naked and vulnerable almost made me scream; I wanted him to use me, make me his slut.
“Very good Becky. Go into your bedroom and lay on the bed. I’ll be in shortly.”
Chapter 19
Sean
Oh God, I needed this beer. Fuck, I would need the one she brought in for herself as well. I’d never had a woman so spunky and strong as Becky. Everything was a struggle, even getting her to act like a decent hostess and get me a drink.
And ordering her around, to take her top off and then spanking her. Holy crap, I almost came in my pants when she moaned and wiggled against me. And now she was obedient, lying on her bed waiting for me to fuck her. It sure was different, but hot as hell.
I took a long swallow of beer, finishing half of it and adjusted my cock that was hard and aching to go in there and fuck her blind. But if I did that, jumped her bones without making her wait, playing this weird sexual game, I’d disappoint her. And it would end too soon. Besides which, staying in control, having my own little sex kitten was something I’d like to prolong as well.
What was she doing in there? She’d better not be playing with herself. I’d love to see that but I didn’t give her permission to do that. I got up and tiptoed to a spot a few feet from the open bedroom door.
Oh God she was sexy lying on the dark walnut, four poster bed, her velvety Latino skin contrasting against the white eyelet coverlet on the bed. Dark wavy hair fell away from her face, framing slender shoulders and lithe arms as she stared at the ceiling. There was a small black mole on the outside curve of her breast, close to the pebbled nipple.
It was hard to decide which of her was sexiest—the double D rack or the rounded stomach above her smooth, shaven triangle. When I’d ate her out at the club, she had smelled like soap and musk and tasted almost sweet. I placed my fingers under my nose and inhaled. Just like tonight, sex musk.
I watched her spread her shapely legs and place her hand on her pussy. She sighed and closed her eyes as her finger slipped between the full lips and touched her clit. Oh my God, pre-cum was leaking from my cock again watching her masturbate. I held my breath and unzipped my fly to free my shaft, stroking it softly, my gaze taking in all of her as she pleasured herself.
Her head turned to face me, a small smile on her lips. “Do you like watching, Sir?”
My face became warm and I walked into the room, stopping at the side of the bed, gazing into her sultry eyes. It took a supreme act of willpower but I’m nothing if not disciplined. “Did I tell you to masturbate?”
Her hand slowly rose and touched the tip of my cock, her finger spreading the wetness over the head while
she licked her lips. “I couldn’t help myself…”
My balls became rock hard and a shudder passed through me seeing her pink tongue so close to my dick.
“Suck me.” I grabbed a fistful of her silky hair and pulled until her mouth closed on the thick knob of my shaft.
Her tongue pressed the underside, flicking softly as she took more and more in. At the half-way point she paused, her dark eyes watering when she glanced into mine. It was actually farther than most women had ever been able to go, considering my size. Both of her hands were massaging my cock as if her life depended on it and my hips rocked back and forth. Oh God, I had to stop before I shot my load down her throat.
“Enough. Get on your hands and knees.” Holy cow, I was really getting into this dominant mindset. From the look in her eyes, almost gratitude, so was she.
She pulled back and centered herself on the bed, doing exactly what she was told. I walked to the end of the mattress and gazed upon her sweet ass and pussy, poised high in the air, the arousal and wetness, a lascivious invitation. Taking my time, I placed my knee on the bed and edged closer, running my cock along the furrow of her ass to her slippery opening.
“Oh God, yes, like that. Fuck me, Sir.” Her back arched, forcing her butt even higher.
“Say please.” I rubbed the thick knob over her clit, gratified to hear her moan.
“Please fuck my cunt.” She was maneuvering her body so that the tip of my shaft was at her opening again.
With a strong thrust, my cock pushed deep inside her, aided by the wetness of her pussy. She was so fucking tight and hot clutching my cock in satiny smoothness. I looked at the creamy orbs of her ass, the small dark rosebud of her anus, down to the stretched mocha lips of her pussy swallowing the thick girth of my cock.
“Play with your clit.” It came out like a growl as I pumped into her.
I couldn’t resist touching her asshole, wanting to fill all of her. I spat on my finger and rubbed her anus, teasing her into relaxing the muscle there. All the while I pumped long and slow, savoring the slippery invasion as I thrust, then the pull of her flesh, reluctant to release me when I eased back.
My finger pushed into her rectum to the first knuckle and stayed there until I felt her relax once more.
“This is so fucking good. I love your cock and what you’re doing to my asshole. Take me. Fuck me anyway you want. Just don’t stop.” She was almost babbling in her lust.
This time I slid my whole finger into her asshole and fucked her there, keeping time with the thrust of my cock. Feeling her squirm and buck under me was getting to me. I fucked her faster and harder, her cunt squeezing and milking me. I couldn’t keep my finger in her anymore and grasped the soft flesh of her hips in both of my hands, pulling her back hard onto each thrust.
“Oh God…don’t stop. Please keep fucking my cunt…” Her hands grasped the white lace cover of the bed, bunching it in her fists, her head drooping forward as her breasts bounced, slapping against her chest from my strokes.
My neck arched, the blood pounding through my body when I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing ecstasy in tandem with hers. On and on, I filled her, feeling the trembling in her legs before she collapsed onto the bed. There was a sheen of sweat on her back that glistened in the softly lit room.
“Oh Sean, you were incredible.” Her bottom fell away from me when she rolled over and smiled. “This was my fantasy and you did it for me. I could get used to having you around.”
She looked so soft and beautiful laying there, looking at me with unabashed adoration in her eyes. I lay beside her and took her into my arms, kissing those luscious, full lips tenderly.
I could get used to being around her as well. But would it always be a struggle every time we fucked or had I tamed the hellcat in her?
Chapter 20
Becky
It had been too long since I’d been held tenderly by a strong man, a man who could take charge and give me the freedom to just let go. I snuggled into his body, cupping his tight buttock with my leg, pulling that still hard and wet manhood against my mons.
The fact that he was hung like a bull had been an added bonus when I’d met him. Why was he still unattached? With a package like that and the fact that he was actually a nice guy, it didn’t make sense. Could it be simply that he hadn’t met the right woman? Maybe I’d be that woman.
My fingers played idly across the ropey muscles of his back to the firm roundness of his shoulder. No, for a guy like Sean, I’d gladly be a girl—his girl. My tongue danced with his and our kiss became urgent, like we were trying to connect with our minds this time. Oh yes Sean, I’d be your girl and do whatever you’d want me to.
His hand squeezed the cheek of my ass and then slapped me hard. Why was it that every time he did that, my pussy got hot? He broke away from our kiss and his mouth trailed a line of soft love bites to my neck and lower to my breasts. Oh God. I arched my chest higher eager for his teeth.
A jolt of pleasure shot through like an arrow to my clit when he licked and then bit my nipple. His fingers rolled the soft flesh in his hands, clutching them hard, hurting me with his mouth. I felt my leg muscles melt as I spread them, opening myself up to him. I was his to hurt and claim.
His body slid down the surface of the bed as he continued kissing and biting my stomach. He rolled over my leg until he was almost kneeling, his tongue gliding over the hollow where my thigh met my pussy. His warm breath was on my clit when he pulled my lips apart. Oh God, his mouth sucked my clit inside and his tongue pressed hard against it, licking it roughly.
His hand slid under my ass and he lifted me so I was an open feast for his tongue and lips to savor. The man could really eat pussy. Some guys give your cunt perfunctory attention just out of fairness but Sean acted like he really liked it. His fingers dipped into my opening and curled upward as he licked my clit furiously. It felt good, but his fingers made me feel like I had to pee.
“Sean…” I tried to slide my ass away.
“Stay still.” He gave my ass a hard pinch getting my attention. Oh yeah, he was Sir and I’d have to wait to go to the bathroom.
Hi fingers continued to curl, stimulating just under my pubic bone making the urge to urinate even stronger. “No really, Sean…” Again I tried to pull away. “Just give me a minute will you?”
“My baby girl’s never had a G-spot orgasm?” His fingers pulled me close again.
My baby girl? Oh my God. His baby girl? I’d squeeze the life out of my kegel muscle for those words. G-spot? I thought that was only a myth but if Sir wanted to give it a try, I was all in. His baby girl.
I laid back and focused on the sensation in my clit, squeezing my kegel as tight as I could.
“Relax baby. If you feel like peeing, just go with it.” He flicked his tongue over my clit for a few seconds and then the hard surface of his teeth grazed it.
Oh fuck! “That feels good.” His fingers kept rubbing inside me and a feeling I’d never felt before was building. My hips bucked up into his mouth and hand, taking on a life of their own. “OH GOD! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME? DON’T STOP!”
Indescribable pleasure rode in waves from deep inside, to my clit and out through my body to my very fingertips. It was intense and my whole body throbbed on and on in a cloud of ecstasy. There was coolness under the cheeks of my ass where he’d let me fall onto the bed. Oh my God, I was soaking wet!
Sean lifted his head from my crotch and smiled through glistening lips at me. “Becky. My baby girl’s first G-spot orgasm.”
“And not the last, I hope.” Tears welled in my eyes. What the hell was that all about? My body shuddered and I took a deep breath. He’d think I was some needy bitch if I started crying right now.
“It’s okay babe. You’re safe. I took you to a mountain and threw you off. But I’m here to catch you.”
His knee went to the side and the next thing I knew he was holding me close once more, stroking my head, cradling it into his neck.
Oh my God, his kind words just made me cry harder. I snuggled in and clung to him, tears and snot running like a tap from my face. But I was safe to just be.
Chapter 21
Sean
Two totally different women—Janice, a soft Nordic blonde, head over heels in love with Damian. A woman who’d do anything to please her husband, sexy and adventurous and then there was Becky. When you peeled back the armor, she was fragile, much more so than Janice.
I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her hair. She’d drifted into a peaceful sleep, snug in my arms after crying for a good ten minutes or so. Her first G-spot orgasm and I’d been the one to give it to her. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, content to just hold her.
Maybe it was because she was a cop that she had to act strong, even aggressive. It had to be tough being a woman in a man’s world, always having to prove yourself. I’d seen that trait a lot in the female soldiers and had never found it terribly endearing. But with Becky…well, the spanking had really got me going. What did that say about me? I’ve never done that with a woman and she kind of manipulated me into it.
Did she need me to be stronger than her in order to trust me, or was it just a primal sexual thing?
*****
“Yes Sergeant.” Well someone had to stay behind and search the buildings for insurgents and weapons. It would have been more exciting to press ahead, stay in the fray with the unit. Oh well…
I stood in front of an ornately carved door, painted of all colors, red. In the drab village, of small, sand colored houses, it was very odd. I tried turning the handle only to find that whoever lived there had locked it. Well, they weren’t keeping this white boy out, no way. I crashed my boot into it and it swung wide.