Burn Erotica

by Jade Stone

  The chicks with these men don’t notice me, they’re too infatuated with their men to notice anyone else. In the end they leave, trailing behind their man looking dejected—again.

  Then there are two other types that arrive with these guys. The ones who have had enough of feeling neglected, and are looking to make themselves feel better. They are open to a liaison with a man or a woman, they just want to feel validated that they can still make someone come. Getting it on with another woman makes them feel naughty and adventurous. I have a lot of fun with these chicks. Then there’s the third kind, the ones that arrive with a similar sort of man but they’re both looking for a chick to take home for a three-way. I don’t do three-ways with men. Instead the woman will flirt with me while the man sits there watching, imagining my head between her legs, then his eyes wander off in search of a more feminine woman that he can fuck as well. But I’ve already got his woman, and she either comes home with me on her own or we get it on in the bathroom, then they go home happy.

  And of course, there’s everything in between. Mostly straights come to this bar, but a few hot lesbians and genuine bi gals turn up. Sometimes I have some fun with them if they’re keen, but most seem to be after a serious relationship and I can’t be bothered with that at the moment.

  My last long-term relationship was two years ago, with Jennifer. I fell bad for her. She moved to Australia for work and I was meant to follow in three months. Then word got back to me she was seeing someone else. When I confronted her on the phone, she admitted it, and said we were over. I never heard from her again. I’ve felt pretty burned ever since.

  Dave, however, has met someone. Her name is Mandy and she’s a twenty-two-year-old fashion design student. Our mutual day off is Monday, because Dave has Sunday and Monday off and I have Monday and Tuesday off. Dave is bringing Mandy around tomorrow to meet me.

  When they arrived, I was sitting home alone, indulging in hair of the dog, and the beer bottles were already starting to pile up on the coffee table between me and the TV. Something was on, but I wasn’t paying much attention. I was still thinking about the hot Asian chick sitting on my face that I’d gone home with the night before.

  Dave came through the door, leading someone behind him.

  “Sam?” he called.

  I looked up, my mouth still full of beer. I almost choked on my beer. Standing next to Dave was the cutest girl I had ever seen. Size eight, with beautifully tanned legs stretching out from her Daisy Duke denim shorts. Her perky tits stuck out through her pink singlet. She looked a lot like Jessica Simpson, with her curlish blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Her beautiful white smile zeroed in on me, and her lovely brown doe eyes looked straight into me.

  “Sam, this is Mandy. Mandy, this is Samantha, also known as Miss Demeanour,” Dave said.

  I managed to stick my hand out, which Mandy dutifully took.

  “Hello,” I managed to cough out.

  “Hi, I’ve heard all about you,” she replied in a friendly tone.

  “Oh.” I laughed and hiccupped at the same time, sounding like a strange hyena. “Don’t believe anything this dog tells you.”

  Mandy and Dave laughed. I realised I hadn’t even showered, and I was still wearing my clothes from the night before. I quietly hoped I didn’t smell bad.

  “Come down to the bedroom,” Dave said to Mandy, leading her away.

  “Nice to meet you,” she called to me.

  “Likewise,” I called back.

  Dave was beaming, and I couldn’t blame him one bit. I took a swig of my beer, and tried to compose myself. That was one gorgeous girl, and I was very, very attracted to her. I had been so overtaken with the loss of my own composure in her presence that I hadn’t even detected if she gave me the ‘vibe’. I took a deep breath, because it didn’t matter if she did. This was Dave’s girl, and I could tell he really liked her. It wouldn’t be long before I would start to hear them fucking in his bedroom. I turned up the TV, and thought about Mandy’s hot perky ass in those shorts. My mouth started to water at the thought of undoing them and tasting what was inside. I wondered if she waxed or not. Straight chicks all seem to be bald down there these days. I am not a staunch supporter of bald pussy, but I have to admit, it does make eating pussy a lot more fun.

  They must have had a real quickie in there because they suddenly appeared again, startling me.

  “We’re going for a drive,” said Dave. “Do you wanna come?”

  This startled me even more.

  “Um, no,” I replied. “You guys go.”

  “Oh, come along,” said Mandy.

  “No, no,” I replied, hiccupping, again. “I haven’t had a shower, and I uh, don’t feel too good.”

  They finally left. I got up from the couch and went and had a cold shower.

  When Dave returned later, I made sure I was in bed, I didn’t want to get into the “what did you think” conversation with him about Mandy.

  But he finally cornered me at work and asked me.

  “She’s cute,” I told him.

  “You like her, don’t you?” he asked.

  I felt my face redden a bit.

  “Sure, she seems like a nice person.”

  “You know what I mean,” he replied.

  I wasn’t quite sure where this was going, so I decided to just be honest.

  “I won’t deny I am quite attracted to her.”

  “Yeah, that was obvious.”

  He seemed annoyed, which suddenly got up my nose; I had done nothing wrong.

  “Where’s this going, Dave?” I asked. “What are you trying to say here?”

  Dave took his time flipping the steaks he was cooking before he finally replied.

  “She likes you, too,” he said.

  “What? She doesn’t even know me.”

  “Well, I helped with that, I told her all about you, then she met you, she thinks you’re awesome.”

  “And you’re pissed she thinks I’m awesome?”

  Dave looked at me.

  “Sam, stop acting like a dumb ass. She would like to fuck you. She asked me if it would be alright. And I don’t know how I feel about it.”

  “Oh,” I replied. “Has she been with a woman before?”

  “No,” he said.

  So Mandy was just another bi-curious presumptuous straight chick after all; my attraction to her started to lesson. I was so over this.

  “Don’t worry about it, Dave,” I told him. “She just wants to have a girl on girl experience to get it out of her system. I can’t be bothered with that shit, I’m not interested.”

  I went back to my post out the front. I tried not to think about Mandy. But while I told Dave I wasn’t interested, it wasn’t exactly true. I wanted to fuck her, badly. Darned straights. To be honest, I love straight guys. A lot of dykes don’t trust them, and a lot of straight guys don’t trust dykes, or maybe it’s just men and women not trusting each other in general. My strategy of dealing with anyone is to treat them with respect, and they give me respect in return. I’ll admit there is a camaraderie amongst males that is different to females. Men give each other shit, especially chefs, it’s the alpha thing, and when they give it to women, sometimes women feel threatened, me being me I give better than I get.

  My thoughts returned to Mandy. Knowing she felt the same way made me want her even more. But I had a lot on my plate, with work, so I didn’t give too much thought to her again, until two weeks later when she arrived at the house on a Tuesday. Dave was at work. He must’ve given her keys to the house, cause there I was, watching TV on the couch again, and suddenly she was standing in the doorway.

  “Oh!” she said. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were home.”

  “All good,” I replied, my mouth full of pizza.

  “Is Dave home?”

  I reminded her he works Tuesday to Saturday. Somehow I got the feeling she hadn’t really forgotten, especially when she sat down on the end of my couch. She was wearing the same out
fit she’d been wearing when I first met her, and I’ll admit those shorts were really doing something to me. I asked Mandy if she wanted a drink, offering her my award winning cocktail, in case Dave hadn’t informed her I am an award winning cocktail maker. Mandy accepted a drink.

  “What would you like?” I asked.

  She asked me if I would recommend something. I was still lying on the couch wearing a t-shirt and boxers, my feet pointing at her.

  “How about Sex on the Beach?” I asked.

  I looked her straight in the eye when I said it. She looked straight back at me; she leaned over and put her hand on my bare leg.

  “I would love you to show me, how you make Sex on the Beach,” she whispered.

  She slid her hand up a bit higher, toward my knee. The strap of her pink singlet slipped down over her shoulder, revealing her smooth tanned shoulder blades. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I noticed her nipples had hardened under her pink singlet. My mouth went dry and my pussy went moist at the sight.

  She looked at me and smiled, but I didn’t smile back. She suddenly looked a bit awkward, she removed her hand from TVand looked back at the TV screen. I smirked to myself; I was enjoying this. I pulled my legs off the couch and sat up. Mandy was still looking straight ahead at the TV screen, thinking she must’ve made a mistake. She pulled the strap of her singlet back up onto her shoulder.

  I sat there for a few more seconds, and looked her up and down through the corner of my eye. I had to enjoy the beauty of this girl before I fucked her brains out. My mouth watered again at the thought of what was between her legs—the heat between my own legs soaring to a record temperature—knowing it was about to happen.

  Mandy stood up. “I uh, better get going. Let Dave know I came over.”

  She went to leave, and I snatched her wrist. She turned around in surprise. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked her huskily.

  And I ended the games right there. As I stood from the couch I pulled her toward me and her lips smacked against mine, locking together in a very deep kiss. I pressed in close to her; she was stiff in my arms at first, but as I kissed her more deeply, she began to relax, her tongue finally meeting mine in my mouth. She unlocked her lips from my mouth and dropped her head back as I kissed down her neck.

  “Oh my God, you are sooo hot!” she breathed.

  “So are you, sweet lady,” I breathed back. “Come with me.”

  I took her hand and led her to my bedroom; thankfully, I had made the bed that morning. I couldn’t get her in there fast enough, the anticipation of putting my head between her legs was driving me crazy.

  We got to the bedroom and my mouth met hers again as I ripped off her singlet, revealing the beautiful perky tits underneath. I ran my hands over them, caressing them, then ran my hands down her amazing, smooth back. I reached her ass and cupped it in my hands before bringing them around to finally undo her shorts.

  My breath quickened as I realised she was wearing nothing under the shorts. They slid down her legs and landed on the floor, her bald pussy greeting me. I put my arm around her waist and put my other hand between her legs, my fingers meeting her delicious, wet stickiness. She gasped as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was really, really wet, and she started to pant as I fucked her with my hand. Then I took my hand away from her pussy and raised it to my face, putting each finger in my mouth and sucking them clean. They tasted amazing.

  I pointed to the bed. “Lie down and spread your cunt,” I told her.

  Mandy lay down on the bed, lifting her knees toward her face and spreading her legs wide apart. Her pussy was pink and glistening from her wetness; she was so wet, she had dripped down to her asshole, which also glistened. I could take it no longer, I dived onto the bed and buried my face in her pussy.

  Mandy let out a soft cry as my tongue sank into her folds. Her pussy was both beautiful and delicious, and I ate it like I hadn’t had food in a week. I reached my hands around onto her stomach and stretched her pussy up, pronouncing her clit. I took it into my mouth; it swelled as I ran my tongue all over it. When I felt it start to spasm, I slinked my tongue down into her hole and fucked it with my tongue.

  Mandy writhed and moaned all over the bed as I impaled her with my tongue. Then I slipped it out and snaked it down to her asshole. She gasped as my tongue hit her tight puckered hole. I worked my tongue on her asshole, swirling it all over the tight pink skin and dipping it in and out. Her asshole began to spasm around my tongue, and I pushed it in further and her whole body started to quiver. I raised my mouth back to her pussy just before she came.

  Mandy grabbed the back of my head as she cried out in pleasure, her pussy shuddering beneath my tongue, her juice filling my mouth. I gently kissed her vulva to calm her down a bit.

  I wasn’t done with her pussy yet, but I could see it needed some rest time before I demolished it again. I raised my head to her beautiful breasts and kissed them, taking each of her pink nipples into my mouth.

  “You have amazing tits,” I whispered to her.

  “Can I see yours?” she asked.

  I realised I was still fully clothed in my t-shirt and boxers, I guessed it was definitely time to get naked with this beautiful woman. Her legs were still on either side of me as I went to take my shirt off, but she reached up and pulled it off for me. She looked curiously at my B cup tits, running her hand over them. Then she started to pull down my boxers. My black bush greeted her. She put her hand between my legs and started to rub my clit, I lay down next to her and she continued. I played with her nipples as she played with my clit. But I really wanted to fuck her again.

  I got her into the scissor position; our clits met and stuck together. Mandy looked a bit confused, she definitely hadn’t done this with a dude. But once I started to move my hips against her, she soon followed my motion and soon we were really going for it, both our cunts so wet they slipped and slid together in a beautiful wet mess. Mandy arched her head back and started to cry out, she was gonna come again. I was gonna come myself, I pushed my cunt hard against hers and threw my head back as we both came together. I collapsed on top of her, kissing her sweet mouth. We held each other for a while, stroking each other’s tits. But I had another surprise for this special lady.

  “I have a treat for you,” I told her.

  I reached down under the bed, and got my toolbox. I pulled out my black strap-on, my black mamba. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. I winked at her.

  “Get on your knees,” I said.

  Mandy rolled over and got on her knees, she bent over presenting her ass and pussy to me. I didn’t show her what else I had in my hand, a glass butt plug. I rubbed some lube on the plug, then slid it down her crack. Mandy turned her head.

  “What is that?” she asked.

  “You like?” I asked.

  “Yes, yes, I do.”

  She gasped as I started to edge it into her asshole, moaning when it took its place firmly in her ass, the diamond end of the plug sparkling between her cheeks. I lubed up my black mamba, and pushed the head of it into her pussy hole. The black mamba is huge, so I edged it in slowly.

  Mandy whimpered as it opened her up, stretching her out. It was finally all the way in. I looked down at the sight below me, this beautiful girl on her knees before me, her ass fitted with my favourite glass butt plug, her cunt filled with my black mamba, all ready to go. I took her waist with both hands, and pulled my hips back. The black mamba slid out of her till just the head was left at her entrance, and Mandy cried out as I slammed it back in.

  I fucked her hard, the black mamba stretching her pussy out every time I thrust it in. I kept fucking her as she moaned into my pillow. I could feel her start to get tighter and tighter around it, her ass cheeks were starting to quiver around the sparkling end of the butt plug poking out of her ass. And she came. Her whole body tightened up, then she shuddered all over, finally going limp.

  She panted heavily into my pillows, trying to get her breath back. I slid the black m
amba out and she collapsed onto her side on the bed. I could see the butt plug still sitting in her ass, I went to remove it. It came out with a short pop as her asshole quickly closed after it.

  I lay down next to her and took her in my arms. I could feel the black mamba against her ass. I would have to introduce her ass to the black mamba properly at some stage. I stroked her nipples.

  “Sam?” she asked.

  “Yes?”

  “Can I eat you out?”

  A lot of straight chicks are more than happy to receive, but many don’t like giving, so I never expect it unless it’s offered. So this was a nice surprise.

  “If you want,” I replied.

  “I do, I really do. Can you sit on my face?” she asked.

  I didn’t see that coming, but I manoeuvred myself up so I could lower myself down on to her face. Mandy raised her hands to hold my waist, and her tongue met my cunt. To my surprise she was really good, her tongue darted all over my folds, flicking in and out of my hole. I felt myself starting to come, I went to move as I didn’t want to come yet, but Mandy held me down where I was and pushed her tongue deeper inside me. I started to grind on top of her face as the excitement built higher, and my cunt began to shudder over her mouth. I grabbed the headboard of my bed to steady myself as the orgasm hit me, and I came all over her tongue. I sat there panting, as Mandy kissed my hot, wet vulva. I climbed off her face and lay down next to her.

  “Dave’s gonna be pissed at me,” I told her.

  “It’s okay,” she replied. “He told me to come here today, but he said you’ll owe him a beer afterwards.”

  I laughed; damned Dave! He was such a dog.

  I gave Mandy a kiss on the lips. I think I owed him a round of beers.

  Swimming Lessons

  My parents have a kidney-shaped pool at the back of their house. I have fond memories of that pool, the little pool parties I would host when I was a kid, which grew to very drunken pool parties when I was a teenager. The house was on a cliff edge and the neighbours didn’t have a view of the backyard, so I could also sunbathe naked when I was home alone, which I used to do a lot. But it was an experience I had in the pool when I was twenty-eight that brings the biggest smile to my face, a naughty smile that I keep to myself.