Lucy’s Father Part 3 (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories

Read Part One Here:  Lucy’s Father
Read Part Two Here: Lucy’s Father Part 2

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Lucy’s Father Part 3

I should feel badly for having sex with my best friends father. Should but I don’t. Twice now I’ve run into him and twice now we’ve had sex.

He had my cell number since I called him at the restaurant, but he hasn’t called or texted. I suppose that’s for the better since it was just sex and not a relationship.  I found myself daydreaming of our last encounter and how risky it had been.

Now Lucy had begged me to go with her to her sister’s birthday. They were one year and two months apart. I agreed with the hopes of seeing Jack again. Just thinking about the possibility made me horny.  We were currently singing along to Despactio and laughing at our silly attempts to actually sound like we could.

We got to her mom’s house in the suburbs and I had to admit it was a nice place. Everyone was in the backyard and we went right on through.  Lucy’s mom Val greeted me with an undercurrent of hostility, and once again I wondered how she could have cheated on Jack. Then again I don’t know him beyond two quick episodes of amazing sex. He could be abusive, self-centered or emotionally absent. None of that really mattered since it was their problem and not mine.

My nipples hardened at the sight of Jack standing next to Annabel. I wanted him and planned to have him again. I mingled and kept my eye on Jack as I made my way over with Lucy.

“Hey dad.” Lucy kissed his cheek then her sisters. “I’m glad you came.”

“I almost didn’t.” He said looking down my top. “But I would never do that to your sister.” He said and side hugged Annabel.

“I came with a buffer.” Lucy grinned at her sister and father. “I hope you don’t mind Annabel.”

“Not one bit.” Annabel said and hugged me, we’ve started hanging out more and Annabel and I were becoming friends. “I should have invited you in the first place, you know I don’t mind if you come.”

“You should come more often.” Jack said looking right at me and I nearly did. I shifted and clenched enjoying the slickness he was causing.

“Can you do me a favor?” Annabel asked me.

“Sure.”

“My mom’s in a bitch-at-dad kinda mood. Can you, and I’m sorry to ask, can you hang out with him to keep her away?”

“Sure but why would I keep her away?”

“She doesn’t like you because you’re way prettier than she ever was. She’s in a jealously phase and wont go near anyone younger and prettier.” Annabel explained.

“Her loss.” Jack murmured for only me to hear.

“I guess as long as I get a beer or two.”

“I’ll grab you one.” Lucy said and took off.

“Enjoy some finger food,” Annabel said to Jack and I, “I have to mingle.”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Jack said as he came up behind me.

His hand slipped between my legs from behind and he huffed when he found nothing between him and my flesh. I knew it wasn’t obvious what he was doing and with our backs to the garden along the fence nobody was behind us. I shifted my stance to grant him access.

He plunged a finger deep into my already wet hole and wiggled it. I played with him by flexing my muscles as he stroked.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Jack said with a fake laugh as if I were being funny.

“Lucy’s coming back.” I said and he withdrew his hand.

She handed me a beer and her father a plate of appetizers. He ate one then sucked his shiny finger.

“Best thing I’ve tasted in years.” he said as he looked at me.

“Mom hired caterers. Eat up because they made too much.”

“Don’t worry I’ll eat my fill.” Jack said making my lady parts tingle.

“Lucy!” Val, her mother called and waved her over impatiently.

“I better go calm her down. You sure you don’t mind hanging out with my old man?”

I smiled as his hand crept back up my skirt. “I’m fine.”

“I’m not that bad.” Jack said as he fingered my opening right in front of Lucy.

“You’re old and boring dad, no offense.” She kissed his cheek as his finger slipped up into me. “Make sure you eat something more than just apps.”

“Oh don’t worry I will.”

“What if she saw you?” I said quietly as he stroked and my body shivered with pleasure. “Oh God Jack.”

“Mmm.” He pulled his hand away and sucked it clean. “I’m hungry.” he said and set the small plate down.

He moved toward the house and I followed. I glanced over my shoulder through the window and nobody seemed to notice we were gone. It was a pretty packed yard.

He led me down a hall and down to the basement. “There’s a spare bathroom down here.” He said and pulled me into it. Before I could say anything he picked me up by my small waist and set me on the small counter and spread my legs.

“I’m fucking starved.” He said and licked my slit.

“Oh Jack.”

I lifted my heels to the counter top, leaned back against the mirror and played with his hair as he licked and sucked me intimately. The firm strokes of his tongue licking pleasure into me. I don’t mind oral, but this was altogether different. He didn’t lick me because he felt he had to be fair, he did it because he wanted to. His sexy moans and expert ministrations were bringing me fast.

“I’m, oh Jack I’m…” I came and he continued to lick and suck me.

He stood up as I panted and  my orgasm faded. He rolled a condom on and pushed my shirt up  and pulled my tits out. As he groped and pinched them he invaded me with his thick shaft.

I did not expect to be aroused so fast. “You feel so amazing Jack.”

I watched him slide in and out shiny and strong. He was in great shape and very sexy. I reached down to rub my clit as he hammered me hard.

My toes curled as I got close and I gripped him.

“So… fucking tight.” He said and thrust faster.

“So fucking thick.” I said as my second orgasm approached rapidly.  He gripped my hips and slammed hard.

“Uh, uh, uh…” His grunts were sexy and primal with each hard thrust.

I clamped down hard as I came again and held my breath as my body gave way to the euphoric pleasure.

He pulled out after a moment of recovery and disposed of the condom. “You go out ahead this time.”

I nodded after straightening up and making sure I didn’t look too thoroughly fucked. Sex with Lucy’s dad was unbelievably good and I very well might be addicted to him.

I left and went back to the yard of people.

“Where’d my dad go?” Lucy asked.

“Restroom.” I said and took a fresh beer from her.

“I came to warn you the burgers have cheese in them. Sick to the chicken.”

“Thanks Lucy.” I said and sipped my beer, smiling and feeling amazing.

To be continued…

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Me, Myself And Isla (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories

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Me, Myself And Isla

It’s been over a year since my husband left me for another woman. Since then I’ve discovered the joy of real deep down sexual pleasure. The kind that I discovered on my own. I had no idea it was missing from our marriage bed.

There is something swirling in my mind that’s stirring up my insides.  An image of a hand tending to its own body as it works to bring forth the pleasure and release. An image imprinted from a sexy tasteful black and white video I watched yesterday.

The hand moves slowly at first before it finds the eliciting pattern needed. I blink the image away and look around my kitchen. I stared at the faucet dripping steady, turn it off and indirectly marvel at the rise and fall of my breasts, how sexy they look in my new push-up bra. The image of the agile fingers playing gently across tight silky skin reappeared as I carried the two cups of tea to the table.

My heated blood flushed my cheeks as I sat and listened to my friend Isla talk with her singsong voice. Despite the conversation, my mind played the mini movie on repeat. Stroke, rub, moan, squeeze, grab, grunt and come.  Like a prisoner, I was trapped in my vision as much as I was trapped in the conversation keeping me from re-enacting the video.

Disrespecting my boundaries, my mind took off on its own adding a sweet soundtrack to the flashes of imagery. Heavy breathing, soft moans, and the sexy sound legs make when shifting abruptly over bed sheets from throws of self-induced passion.

The tightening inside the core of my sex became luxurious and called for me to take action. I should not be feeling this way or think these things so openly in my kitchen with company over.

Over my hot tea, I watched my friend Isla’s lips form the words of her story. I held my breath as the glistening tip of her tongue poked out to moisten the soft flesh. I’ve never even kissed a woman before so I had no idea why I was so aroused by the sight. Isla and I fingered ourselves in the same room one drunken night, but nothing happened or came of it.

My nipples tightened upon seeing hers pucker beneath her blouse, sending a tingle that bounced between my breasts and my clit. Up and down and back again repeatedly. The thick thud of my pulse between my legs became too much to ignore.

I should excuse myself and seek out privacy, but I couldn’t move.

I leaned forward, rested my left elbow on the small kitchen table. I set my chin on my hand curling my fingers in so the knuckles pressed against my mouth. My right hand inched between my already parted legs as the images of the black and white hand in my head worked faster.

Isla kept telling her animated story of her trip to the Bahama’s for her brothers wedding.

I could feel the wet already dampening through my underwear to my thin leggings. With a stealthy move, I wiggled my finger, forcing the fabric between my hot southern lips until I found my clit. I began a gentle circular rub with only my index finger, sliding the wet fabrics creating a tantalizing friction.

I was so worked up and this was so ultra naughty that I brought myself fast. Clenching hard on nothing, my body climaxed from my own gentle solitary digit.

“Dammit Teri,” my friend Isla said sounding breathy. “I don’t know what it is about you today, but I’ve become super horny since I got here. Wanna go upstairs and watch each other finger ourselves again?”

“Or perhaps I could finger you?” I asked holding my breath.

The sultry smile that stretched her lips and the lusty glint in her dark brown eyes got my heart pumping a steady beat between my legs again.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

A Hansel and Gretel trail of discarded clothing followed us to my bedroom.

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Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm

 

In The Mirror (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories

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In The Mirror

My hands shook as I closed the front door of my house, dropped my purse and keys on the table and pulled down the top of my spaghetti strap dress. I leaned against the cool wall and tugged on my nipples. I smiled at my reflection in the wall length mirror and pushed my dress down over my hips taking my underwear with it. I stepped out leaving my heels on and went back to fondling my breasts.

Reading erotica on the bus home and thinking dirty thoughts all day led me to this burst of out of control need. I moaned and ran my hands over my curvy body watching myself in the mirror. I’ve never done this before but the character in the book had. I stood here in broad daylight in front of a mirror. The idea stuck and I had to do it.

I spread my legs and gasped at how shiny and swollen I’d become. The lightest touch from my fingers sent spasms of pleasure through my lips to my clit. I wondered how wet I could get and spread myself to look. I leaned up against the wall and began rubbing my clit in gentle circles.

I’ve always been shy about sex, and lately, I’ve been reading more and more erotica. Some of it made me horny some made me cringe. I quickly found the sub-genres that made my blood rush and focused on them. I wanted to be more I wanted to explore and play. In my head after reading a story I’d feel brave, however the more time that passed after reading, the less bravado I felt.

I took in the view of my hand with my delicate petals pushing up between my fingers. I imagined myself a sexy woman in a novelette, the confident woman who could claim the pleasures she longed for.

I clenched and pulsed, I sunk to the floor as I pulled my heels closer to my bum and spread wide. The cold floor beneath me became warm as my body heated up fast.

Panting, groaning and rubbing marginally faster, I gasped when a sexy amount of viscous wet pooled at my opening. I tightened my pelvic muscles and it overflowed. The clear shiny line made its way over my taint to drip to the floor. It was happening I was doing what a woman in a sexy story might do.

“Oh yes,” I said rubbing my lips and clit faster, my pulse thundered in my chest and ears.

I closed my eyes and let my orgasm take over my body. The sweet sensation coated me and caressed my soul. There was more to this than one meager orgasm. I planned to watch myself finger my now dripping pussy.

I opened my eyes to see my husband standing with his mouth open, eyes burning with lust and a raging hard on in his hand and I grinned at my reflection as I disappeared two fingers deep inside as he fell to his knees stroking. Now was my moment to be bold.

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Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm

Oh What A View! (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories

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Oh What A View!

A flicker of guilt, chased by a briefer moment of shame was overshadowed by my hefty surge of arousal. I peeked at my watch and silently crept up to my low kitchen window naked. 

The sheer curtains would hide me from view; I’ve tested that theory so I know I’m safe. Again, the guilt and shame scratched at my gut before tickling my core. This was part of the dance, the routine I’ve become addicted to. 

He was right on time. I knelt on the wide portable step stool I kept in front of the window for this purpose. I shopped for it carefully, choosing the perfect step stool to allow for comfort and the right kneeling height. To everyone else, it was a handy tool for me to reach the top shelves of my cupboards, for me it was my front row seat.

I let my bare breasts brush against the cold wall. The contact hardening them further as my naked neighbor entered his kitchen.

There were no coverings on his low window and it was wide open. My eyes slid down his glorious twenty-five-year-old body to rest upon his thick hard cock jutting proudly before him. Oh what a view! His hand moved from tip to base and back up so slowly I was transfixed.

I could hear my pulse in my ears and feel it between my legs. I was already slick from anticipation. I curled my fingers and raked the backs of my nails over my rigid nipples like an old-time washboard.  I wiggled my hips and clenched as he opened the cupboard stretching and stroking as he took out a bowl. Sexy flutters from my core cause me to part my legs, perching my knees on the edges of the step stool. 

He kept stroking as he reached up with one hand and brought a box of cereal out. I bit my bottom lip, grabbed handfuls of my breasts and squeezed while pinching my nipples hard. He was right beside the window and he paused to rub the the dripping head of his cock with his thumb spreading the pre-cum over and down as he began stroking again. 

I knew he would stay in sight, he always did. He turned after filling the bowl giving me a head on view of more pre-cum leaking from his bulbous mushroom shaped tip. My right hand abandoned a breast to slip down my stomach and over my mound. Again, he thumbed the pre-cum over the head as he turned to pour milk into the bowl. 

I slipped two my fingers deep inside myself as he turned again to put the milk back in the out of sight fridge. He could go and sit at the table I can’t see, but he won’t. His hand reached down to fondle his balls as he started eating. His cock jerked as it leaked more. What I wouldn’t give to lap it all up and swallow that beautiful thing deep in my throat.

My own juices trickled down my hand to my wrist as I began stroking myself. I fingered deep to match the movement of his hand as it resumed the lengthy journey from base to tip and back. I bit my lip harder to keep from making noise. I didn’t trust my closed window to keep my secret. 

Faster and faster, we stroked until he stopped eating and faced the window completely. Matching his furious movements with my own, I watched him lean against his windowsill and with a few final strokes; he shot his seed out in thick spurts. I imagined it all landing on my face and tits instead of the concrete alley four stories below. Pretending to feel the hot fluid slip and slide down my breasts to my nipples and drip like honey to the floor. I collapsed to the cold tiles of my kitchen as my body shook and twitched with orgasmic release. 

Laying on my back, I sucked my slick fingers wishing I were thirty years younger and thanking the architects who designed these intrusive apartment views.

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Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm

Just Hanging Out (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories

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Just Hanging Out

I sat at the picnic table in the backyard as I read my book. I wiggled my hips feeling my panties getting wet from my arousal. It had been a long final week at my last job and I was looking forward to reading my erotica and drinking lemonade in the sun.

“Hey Jules.”

I smiled at my brother’s friend who lived in the adjacent house behind my parent’s. “He’s not back yet.”

We both came home for a summer visit. He was in college and I was taking a break before starting a new internship at a large lawyer’s office at the end of the summer.

“I know, he texted and said he was still at the mall. I saw you out reading and thought I’d say hi.”

“Hi.” I didn’t say anything more when he straddled the bench beside me.

I’ve had a huge crush on Juan for years. So much that I didn’t say a word when he scooted closer and put a hand on my thigh. I kept reading as it inched upward and under my skirt.

“Good book?” He asked as I parted my legs.

“Yes.” I said as his fingers made contact with the crotch of my panties.

He ran his finger up and down as I read. I wasn’t sure what he expected me to do so I didn’t do anything. I felt myself getting wet from my arousal. I didn’t object as his fingers slipped behind the fabric and pulled the crotch to one side. Juan resumed running his finger up and down through my folds. I looked over at him and his fingers stopped moving.

“Keep reading Jules, I’ll just hang out while I wait.”

I looked back to my book and he pushed two fingers slowly into my depths. I breathed hard as he started a slow and steady rhythm with his hand. I couldn’t focus on the page as his slick fingers worked me faster. I gasped and clenched as my body prepared for orgasm. The wet sound of Juan’s fingers turned me on so hard I came. He stroked until I settled.

He pulled his fingers out as a car door closed and he got up while sucking them. He went over to the pool, bent and rinsed his hand in the water.

“Enjoy your book Jules.”

I didn’t get to reply as he disappeared through the gate to the side of the house.

 

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The Birthday Present (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.
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The Birthday Present (Quick and Dirty Short Stories)

I tried not to notice my friend rubbing her boyfriends bulge. It was hard not to notice since I was sitting beside them in the booth. Two more friends sat across the way laughing and telling a silly story about catching co-workers giving head in the stairwell.

I wanted to move but I was trapped between the wall and Liam who shifted under Poly’s hand. I was getting turned on and was about to ask them to let me out when Liam shifted closer to me and Poly quietly opened his fly.

We were here for Liam’s birthday and Poly told me she was going to give him what he always wanted. I figured it was a hand-job in public or maybe oral. I know he likes to be watched, she told me that in confidence. I also know the idea of seeing her get him off was on my bucket list. Not them specifically but anyone.

Poly looked at me and mouthed the word please. I nodded and took my new drink from the waitress. “Thanks.” I knew what Poly wanted me to do. She wanted me to stay and watch. Liam pressed his thigh to mine and I felt my pulse quicken.

Nina was in full storytelling mode and she was good at it. Poly leaned forward with one elbow on the table as she pulled Liam out of his pants. She glanced at me with a hopeful look and I smiled and sipped my drink slowly.

The two across the table wouldn’t be able to see since the tables were wide and high in the booth. I laughed at Nina’s story and looked down at my cellphone in hand to covertly watch Poly stroking Liam. She paused a moment and took his hand in hers. Looking at me asking for permission with her eyes she set Liam’s hand on my bare thigh.

I licked my lips and tilted my head as if listening to Nina. Poly pressed his hand between my thighs and I opened for them. Why not? I know them both and it was Liam’s birthday. Not to mention he’s hot and I’m sufficiently horny.

Poly put her hand back on Liam’s throbbing shaft and resumed rubbing. She asked Fred a question sending him off on a story as she stroked. Liam’s hand crept up my legs and I gave him access. I didn’t expect him to actually do anything. I was wrong. He tugged my panties out of the way and rubbed my naked pussy lips.

“So Liam did you get what you wanted for your birthday?” Fred asked.

“Yes.” Liam said and pushed his middle and index finger into my wet hole. He worked me slowly as not to draw attention. Poly’s cheeks flushed as she gently massaged Liam’s balls.

“We’re going dancing, you coming?” Nina asked from across the table.

“Not yet.” Liam said. “You two go ahead.”

They looked at me and I picked up my drink. “I want to finish this first.” Oh my God I needed to finish this.

“Suit yourselves.” Nina grabbed Fred’s hand and dragged him off to the dance floor.

The moment they were gone Poly straddled Liam and took him in. She began rocking her hips and he began fingering me deeper and rougher.

“I’m too horny to last.” Poly said and shuddered with orgasm.

“I’m not done yet.” Liam said as poly got off of him.

“Oh I know that.” Poly said and looked at me as Liam kept slipping his fingers in and out. “Ride him.”

“I don’t know…” I wanted to, I looked at his slick cock and I ached to feel it inside me. I know they’re both clean and I’m on the pill.

“Babe really?”

“Yeah happy birthday, you’ve been lusting after her forever and I want to see her fuck you.” She reached over him and pulled my right hand forcing me to move. Liam pulled his hand out and I straddled him with her rough guidance.

“Please do this for us.” Poly said and grabbed Liam in her hands and brought the tip to my southern lips.

She moved his tip through my folds and when she had it lined up her other hand pulled the back of my skirt forcing me down. By force I mean I let her do it.

“Oh shit.” I said as he filled me. I’ve never had unprotected sex and wouldn’t have if I didn’t trust them completely.

“She’s tight.” Liam said as I sunk to his base.

“Kiss her.” Poly said and Liam pulled my face to his. He didnt waste time on awkwardness and pressed his tongue into my mouth as I began rocking my hips. It was incredible. I felt his hand between us and the fingers searched for my clit. I moaned when he began rubbing.

“I’m coming.” Liam said and my clit was rubbed harder. I tipped over the edge and climaxed hard.

I opened my eyes as my body jerked with pleasure to see Poly pull her hand away from my clit.

“Can I bring my birthday present home babe?” Liam asked as I moved off.

“Can he?” Poly asked me as she stuck her finger in her mouth to lick my juice from it.

“Um…”

Poly made begging hands at me. “We’ll make you come over and over until you cant take it and fall asleep. Then we’ll wake you and do it all day tomorrow.” Poly said. “I want to watch him fill you up.”

While the idea wasn’t what I would normally go for yet it wasn’t repulsive. I felt a stir below and wondered what it would be like to have her touch me or to touch her.

Poly leaned forward and. “Then I want to lick and suck it out of your sexy little pussy.”

I pressed my legs together as I became flushed with need. “It would be rude to take away your birthday present.” I said to Liam.

Poly got up. “Then we need to go now.”

I didn’t question them as Poly and Liam dragged me from the club after saying goodbye to our friends.

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We Waited (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories

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We Waited (Quick and Dirty Short Stories)

It had been such a long damned day. A three-hour flight sandwiched by an hour drive and four hours at the airport. My sister Brenda was getting married and I wouldn’t miss it of course, despite her and her fiancée being the most boring people on the planet.

I was tired and horny from reading erotica on the flight and having the Groomsman Len flirt with me all night. I was headed to my room to finger myself.

My room was in the west side of the over-sized house where most of the guests were staying. My sister was marrying a grossly rich man with twenty bedroom house. I joked that they had a lot of work to do to fill the rooms and she calmly told me that children are not in the plan yet. She was a planner that’s for sure.

The rooms were full of the groom’s friends and family most of whom I don’t know. I did meet them earlier at dinner. I came up the stairs and heard the distinct sounds of sex to my right. Curiosity and a tingling pussy made me look. I glanced around the corner near a sitting window to see the grooms’ sister Olivia riding her fiancée Tailor like a porn pro.

My insides tightened as I tried to pull my eyes away from the sight of her tight pink pussy sucking in his large light brown shaft. I was too aroused to walk away. Zaps of pleasure shot from my right breast to my core. I realized it was because I was rubbing my nipple though my shirt.

She opened her eyes, smiled a lusty smile and leaned back to give me a better view. She lifted slowly pulling him entirely out then slowly taking him back in as she lowered.  She did it again and he opened his eyes. He smiled a sexy lust addled smile and began fondling her breasts.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t find us.” He said and began thrusting upwards into her as she squealed with delight. “We waited for everyone to go to bed.”

“I knew you’d be last up; Brenda said you were always last… Oh watch me come on him Janet, please.”

I didn’t have a choice.  They were both so sexy and I know if I stuck my hand in my panties I’d be slick. I’ve always wanted to watch people have sex, but it seems so wrong. Or seemed wrong. This didn’t seem wrong.

He let go of her milky white breasts and moved he to her knees to begin a steady fast stroke doggy-style. He spread her wide as I fondled my now exposed breasts and panted. I wanted to be her so badly right now. To feel him tugging and pulling at my insides. The idea that someone else might find us doing this made me wetter.

I leaned against the corner of the wall as he slammed into her.

“Do you want to see me come on her ass or watch it drip from her pussy.”

I pinched my nipples hard and rubbed my bared breasts. I was desperate for sex and I’ve always wanted to see a creampie for real. “Drip.” I said loud enough for him to hear.

“Oh Janet, yes! I’m coming.” Olivia said as she had a body shivering orgasm.

Taylor grunted and came. He lifted her leg and pulled out slowly. The viscous cum followed his tip out. It pooled at her opening and then dripped thickly from her hole to the floor. She tightened up and pushed more out.

“Oh…” I was blindingly horny. “That’s hot.”

“Please say you’ll watch us again tomorrow.” Olivia said as she straightened up. “We’ll never tell.”

Why would they? I wanted to watch them again and definitely would if they offered. I nodded my head, turned and hurried to my room. I closed the door behind me quietly, stripped my clothes off in record time and flung myself on the guest bed. I shoved two fingers deep into my scalding hole and fingered myself hard and fast.

“Oh… oh.” I closed my eyes tight as I came in less than fifteen seconds.

The visions of the cream-pie stirred me fast. I saw Olivia in my mind drop over his… “Mmm…” I wiggled my slippery fingers preparing for round two.

I heard the soft sound of something fall to the floor and opened my eyes to see the flirty groomsman, Len, that I met earlier. He stood buck naked, wet from a shower with a towel at his feet and large raging hard on.

I froze and looked around. It was the wrong room. It looked exactly like mine only opposite.

“Sorry Len. Ah… wrong room.” I squeaked and I pulled my wet hand out.

“Is it Janet?” He said as he approached and grabbed my wrist.

He raised our hands up, parted his lips and closed them over my shiny fingers. I moaned as he sucked and ran his tongue over and between the two digits. He pulled them out of his mouth slowly.

“I mean you can go, or I can lick you till you come in my mouth.” He let my wrist go and climbed on the bed. “Then you can ride me till we both come and when we wake up we can fuck before subjecting ourselves to a boring day of wedding crap.”

“Oh my God yes.” I grabbed his head and pushed his face between my legs. As he licked and tongued my clit I smiled. “How do you feel about exhibitionism?”

“Fucking love it.” He said and went back to work.

I’m pretty sure this is going to be an epic weekend.

 

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Amara – Itsinyou Designer Boutique (Part 3) (Sexy Saturday Serials)

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.

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Other Parts to Amara’s story here: Itsinyou Designer Boutique
Other Sexy Serials here: Sexy Saturday Serials

Itsinyou Designer Boutique

Part 3

I found a spa willing to do me from head to toe on short notice on a Sunday. I had to drive half way across town to get there but I wanted to look good down there. With a lot of buffing, waxing, and trimming, I was ready to have my bits on display. I was to show up early to fill out my limitations and have three position pictures taken. One on my back spread wide, one on my stomach spread like a Y and the other bent over a table.

My hard no’s were any form of anal. I’m not ready for that. Fingers yes, penis yes, mouth and tongue yes. BDSM no. Pain no. Multiples… I hesitated only a second and selected yes. Condom optional and toys yes. However, I chose that as my least preferred option I wanted flesh in me, not toys. These would be my set limits unless I want to change them, which I can do when I arrive for my next service invitation.

There were ten of us in one room eight women and two lovely men. I’m assuming the vanilla selection. The screen lit up and a large breasted brown-haired woman was called to room eight. A blonde-haired woman was called to three and a red head to four. I waited to wonder if anyone would pick me, and low and behold my ID number came up to go to room one.

I opened the door and read the instructions on the screen. Disrobe from the waist down. Mount table on stomach and edge through the opening until my feet rest on the floor. Keep shoes on. Oh yeah, I was wearing some very sexy red strapped on heeled sandals. They texted me to wear sexy shoes. Fair enough.

I did as told. The table was very comfortable and the pad even had indentations for my B cup breast so they weren’t squished. A thick dark curtain was lowered and secured around my waist and the room dimmed. That makes sense. I rested my head in the doughnut shaped headrest and lowered my arms to the armrests. It was similar to a massage table.

I flinched when two warm hands touched my back just above my ass. Would they just go for gold? I was okay if they did. I mean, honestly, I get to come back and use one of them.

The hands caressed my toned globes, thank you power squats, and down my legs and back up. The warm firm hands spread my legs and a finger, I’m assuming a finger, massaged my outer lips. It was fun to be manhandled by a stranger and not hear or see anything.

I was spread wide by unseen fingers, I tightened up and felt wet sliding out. A finger circled the opening and I tightened again. The now wet finger went down to my clit and circled.

I bit my lip as an unseen hand brought me to clitoral climax. Panting and clenching I came and waited for what was next. Fingers slipped into my opening. I know they are fingers because they stroked with a dexterity a penis doesn’t have.

I became aroused again and felt fingers slipping in and out of my wet body, the other hand rubbed and squeezed my left ass cheek. I clenched on the fingers over and over as another orgasm neared.

“Oh my God…” I whispered and came again.

The pulsing of pleasure shook me and I shuffled my feet. Realistically I had expected to just be used for sex and did not expect to enjoy it this much.

I felt two hands on the upper mounds of my ass and spread my legs as best I could. The sudden impalement of a cock into me was a shock. A good one. I was wet and hot and it felt amazing. Not too long and just wide enough to provide excellent friction. Slow at first to stir my insides then faster. I gripped the edge of the table as I was thrust into fast and hard. It felt too good to be real. I wasn’t supposed to talk louder than a whisper but I couldn’t help the yelps of pleasure. Those were okay. I bore down to end the sweet torment and unleashed a torrent of powerful clenches as my body exploded with ecstasy.

I felt one last powerful ram and the sweet hard jerk of the cock unloading into me. It didn’t feel like I was being filled with hot spunk. Had he used a condom? I was okay either way, only because of the guarantee here. Even with that, there was a risk, but it was very low. When I was abandoned, I knew to say still as the instructions said. I didn’t feel anything sliding out so a condom was probably used.

The lights came on in the room, the curtain lifted and a wall partition dropped. I used a damp towel as instructed to clean up and put my robe back on. I checked and found no sign of semen. I shrugged and the screen on the wall lit up.

Proceed to room nine.’

My mouth fell open. What?

To be continued…

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#30 I’m Not Sorry  (Waking Up Jayla)

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I’m Not Sorry  (Waking Up Jayla)

 Curt looked down at the mess he’d made on my chest. “Oh sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I didn’t dare stand yet as my legs were shaky and I was aching so badly. “I’m not sorry.”

“This is insane.” Curt lifted me and leaned me on the table. It hurt a little since I was still a little sore from falling. His mouth found mine as he undid my shorts as his hand slipped down and behind my panties. The pain from my backside was forgotten. I bucked against his touch and whimpered as he slipped two of his fingers in.

I was sure I’d gone crazy. His fingers worked me inside as his thumb pressed and rubbed my clit. I knocked Curts mug over spilling the last of his tea, I lost control and cried out as I came hard and wet around his fingers. When I calmed he took his hand out and washed in the sink. I righted my clothes as he did his. I looked at the clock. Twelve minutes. I think I came in less than one. Oddly, I found that exciting as I wiped my chest and shirt with a paper towel then the spilled tea with a cloth.

“See you still have time.” I grinned tossing the cloth in the sink.

“You naughty little thing.” Curt grabbed me and kissed me. “It’s terrifying how badly I want you Jayla. I came so fast.”

“Me too.” I giggled.

“Do you know what that means?”

“We’re like horny teenagers?”

“Yes, but what I was going to say is that when I finally get you to myself it’s going to be mind-blowing.”

“Yay.” I clapped my hands as a child might when promised a trip to Disney as I followed him to the door. “You should go. I need to clean up properly.”

He eyed my stained top. “By far the hottest moment of my life, having you surprise me like that.”

I shrugged, grinned and held the door. “See you tomorrow.”

“For many reasons I can’t wait. Don’t’ be nervous, Everett will love you.” He said and walked away.

After the door closed and I was halfway up the stairs to shower and change, I realized that Everett was Rett. I’ve met his son already. I grinned like a silly girl. There was absolutely no reason to be nervous.

It didn’t seem to matter what happened, Curt was so steady with me. He made me feel alive in ways I never dreamed possible. I checked the two dozen texts from Asha and the ten texts from Theo all within the time I left the barbecue to now. There were at least eight calls missed from a combination of the two. I didn’t realize my phone was on silent. Maybe Curt turned the notifications as he sat on my steps waiting for me. It would be annoying so I totally understood if he had.

I called Asha since all the texts were a combination of: sorry, call me, and please call me. It was nice to know they knew they were in the wrong. At least I hoped they did.

I listened to Asha apologize in a string of non-stop sorry’s and I cut her short. I let her know my feelings were hurt and I was angry that she didn’t have my back. Theo conferenced in and said the same as she did. They regretted and wanted to make it up to me. Of course I’ll let them and I’l get over it, but I don’t think I’ll let them pick on me anymore. I certainly won’t hide Paul’s actions and treatment of me from them anymore.

They asked about Curt and why he snapped at them for being mean and at Theo for letting me leave while so upset. I told them I wasn’t ready to talk to them about Curt. The truth is they dont deserve to know about him yet. I’ve never heard Asha so upset and agreed to come over next week to talk since I told them tomorrow was out. They had to go take Henry to soccer so I ended that call.

I called Mandy and we talked as I cooked my dinner. I was too giddy from my impulsive rendezvous with Curt.

I told her about the Barbecue then my crying fit in the car and the gist of Curt coming by to make sure I was okay and about my sister calling and being distraught.

Ah Sweetie when you have a drama day you go all out Oscar worthy drama.

“I know.” I chuckled. “It’s crazy right? It’s been the strangest few weeks and one hell of a day. The weird thing is, I know Asha means it and Theo was never really bad just conflicted. Curt said Theo defends me.”

Are you excited for tomorrow?

“Too excited. I don’t know where only that it’s casual and local. Oh Mandy, Everett is adorable and as far as I know, he likes me. So that’s a win already.”

I’m sorry to say this Sweetie, but I’m glad you and Paul didn’t have kids.

I know she didn’t mean it to be cruel. Mandy was the most honest loving person I know. I sighed. “If I’m honest I am too. Especially now that I know he never wanted kids in the first place… or me.”

Ugh. Well I gotta go Sweetie. Let me know how the adorbs date goes tomorrow.

“I will. Love ya.”

Love you too Sweetie.

Just as I sat to eat my supper, my doorbell rang followed by a sharp knock. Lately a knock at my door was never a good thing. My stomach jumped and I took a deep breath.

“Of course someone’s at the damned door. Hmm I wonder… Bill or Paul?” I said to myself and sighed.

It didn’t matter which it was, I don’t have to answer the door to either of them if I don’t want to.

To be continued…

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The Worst Date Ever… Maybe not. (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

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The Worst Date Ever… Maybe not.

This is possibly the worst date ever. Dinner and a movie. Yup and a new release to boot so it was crowded. My date Geoff wasn’t even making a move. Nothing. No touching, no stolen kisses and this was our fifth date. I’m thinking it’s the last. I’ve tried more than once to make it obvious I wanted him to touch or kiss to see if we were compatible. I was dressed in a lovely flared skirt and tight top. No bra even. I wanted to play a little before I moved on.

I paid for my half of dinner and for my own ticket, popcorn and drink at the movie. I’m totally okay with that. I didn’t want to owe boring Geoff anything. We were more than halfway through some loud flashy action that I was kind of into.

The theater was crowded and very few seats were open. I listened to my date Geoff’s theory on why the back row was best, blah, blah and blah. I thought it was because maybe he planned to grope me or something. Nope. Maybe I need to make the first move.

I reached my hand over and rested it on Geoff’s thigh. Would you believe he scrunched his face and put my hand back on my lap? Oh yeah, totally the last date. I’m not easy or anything, just horny and now frustrated.

The man to my left made a soft noise and I glanced over to see his girlfriend massaging his bulge. Even in the dark her actions were noticeable due to the light from the screen. I suppose only if you look. Which I was. Like a little miss Houdini she had his pants undone and reached into the opening.

I glanced at Geoff, he hadn’t noticed. In fact he was so into the film I may as well be there alone.

I stole a glance at Mr. Hand job my neighbour, and he was out and free. His thick firm flesh being stroked by red nailed fingers. I felt myself get wet and shifted in my seat. I tried again to touch Geoff and I was rebuffed with a “stop I’m watching this.” whisper-hissed at me.

What twenty-five year old man doesn’t want to be touched?

Miss Hand Job leaned closer to her man and whispered something. My pulse was slamming away and I opened my mouth to breathe quietly as I watched in my peripherals. Did they see me peek?

My neighbor reached over and nudged my popcorn that was in my right hand to my right thigh. I glanced over and he winked and his teeth shone in the dark when he smiled slightly. My breath caught when the stranger’s hand went between my thighs and waited. The woman stroked him and lowered her head over his cock and licked his proud flesh while making eye contact with me.

I was too aroused to care that it was weird. The man wiggled his fingers and I shifted in my seat to spread my legs. What I was doing was beyond my reasoning. But it was hot and I was turned on by this threesome clandestine activity.

I bit my bottom lip as his fingers stroked my damp panties and tugged on the hem. He pulled and I lifted my ass up, reached up my skirt and tugged them off. I kicked them down to my ankles and glanced at oblivious Geoff practically on the edge of his seat for the action on the screen.

The woman bobbed quietly while stroking him eagerly. The man palmed my mound and slipped two of his fingers into my hot and ready entrance. He stroked slowly at first and I bit my knuckle as my body surged with each stroke of his long dexterous fingers. I held the popcorn to block Geoff’s view, not that he was paying attention and felt my insides heat up. I nearly moaned as he rubbed hard and I tightened around the strangers fingers.

He slowed his stroking to a near stop and grunted quietly. I looked to see the woman swallowing his load. That was so hot. He opened his eyes, began stroking me again as she tucked him away. She looked to see his fingers working me faster.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as he fingered me closer to orgasm. The sudden release of pleasure made me cry out. I stiffled most of it. It was fine, some building was blowing up and a woman was screaming profanities at some man who just saved her. Oh then they kissed. I have no idea what’s going on in the movie.

My neighbour removed his slick fingers, sucked one and let the woman suck the other clean. My eyes widened as I felt a flutter of arousal from that strange act.

I managed to get my panties back on by the time the credits rolled, which was moments after they licked my juices from the mans fingers.

“That was great.” Geoff said and stood as the lights came up.

I got to my feet nodding. I know my face is flushed and I’m still horny, maybe more so now.

The man, my neighbour smiled as his woman clung to his arm. “Hey man are you going to fuck her and make her cum tonight?”

“What?” Geoff scrunched his face and glanced around nervously. “Dude! Inappropriate. I’m not that kind of guy.”

The man turned his dark and sexy eyes my way. “Well that sounds like a hard no. Wanna come home and play with us instead?”

I looked between the three.

The attractive woman piped up. “I can tell you’re not into women, but if you close your eyes I’ll give you the best oral orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“Good girls don’t have sex before marriage.” Geoff looked disgusted. “Ignore the deviates. Come on, I’ll take you home before it gets too late.” He reached for my hand. It was nine o’clock on a friday night, I’m twenty-four. I havent had a curfew since I moved out of my parents house six years ago and that statement explained a lot.

“Bye Geoff. I don’t think we’re a good match.”

I took the strange man’s hand left with them. I did not regret one second of the entire weekend of being naked and being played with. Or the many, many weekends after either.

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