Itsinyou Designer Boutique (Part 11) (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

Even though I enjoyed the new man thoroughly I was hoping to find Mr. Thursday again. He was on the forefront of all my naughty thoughts lately. The following week flew by as I worked harder than before and I counted the minutes to the weekend.

Today at work, I was empowered with confidence. I felt sexy and desired. Fridays had that effect on me now. I thought back to last Friday. Weird or not those three men made me feel good about myself. Apparently, I taste good. They weren’t the first to say so. I got the text for tonight at lunch time. An invitation. I was instantly wet when I read the text and had to go clean myself. I was daydreaming about which of the three options I would choose and was leaning toward the chair again. How fun it was to ride…

“Earth to Amara…”

I shook my head and looked up at Drew Manson my boss.

“Sorry Sir. I was thinking.”

“Clearly. I wanted to ask you to take on the Robertson account. You’ve been impressing the hell out me lately and It’s time you had your own A-list client.”

I stood and shook his hand. “Thank you sir,” My southern lips were slippery from daydreaming and it felt great.

“Whatever you’ve been doing to center yourself, keep it up.”

I nodded as he left. I was glad I thought to put a liner on or I may have soaked through my pencil skirt. I looked at the clock, finished my report and left to prepare for my anonymous date with a man-chair.

I stared at the screen in the little room. I was bumped up another level to two. There was two more options. Two cocks on the ground and two on the wall. My thoughts of the chair forgotten and I selected two on the ground. The wall was my least favourite. I liked the contact of the bodies. I was able to choose two penis’s. My last Saturday man wasn’t there so I chose the first penis from my first encounter with the wall and a new one that was so thick it was a little intimidating.

I entered the room after following a green line and found the two close on the floor in masks. Both hard and ready to go. I undressed and looked at the screen to read the message.

They can stand, kneel or lay down. They cannot touch you or each other. Touch their shoulder and tell them what you want and guide them into position.’

The two pictures of each erect penis had a short list below each. The first, my first, had listed; Condom preferred, not mandatory, do not squeeze testicles, no anal and no toys. The second thicker one had the no squeezing testicles, Condom preferred, not mandatory, no pain and loves oral. I hit the done button when I finished reading and turned. I was slick and hot for cock. Two actually. I never would have thought I’d be doing two men. Then again, two and three have done me.

I grabbed two condoms from the bowl on the table. If they want them, they can have them. I paused a moment to decide what to do and marveled at the two men. Both were on the softer side of the body scale. Maybe older? I didn’t care they were both beautiful regardless. I knelt and ran my hands over my first’s torso and stomach. The softer flesh was just as nice to manhandle as the firm muscular bodies, I just liked feeling a man’s body it seemed.

I started trailing kisses over his body and gently stroked his erection. He had small clusters of freckles that I couldn’t help lick. There were five tiny freckles in a near star shape just above his left collarbone near his neck. When his breathing had picked up, I put the condom on him. He flexed and I took that as approval. I was grateful that I had this man on my first visit here and wanted to make him feel good.

I reached over and touched the other man’s shoulder. “Please stand.” He got up and waited. I realized their arms were restrained to their sides by a strap behind their backs. I maneuvered him carefully to stand astride the man on the floor. I was giddy and slippery with excitement. I straddled my first and eased him in slowly. I could definitely tell the difference between a condom clad cock and a bareback one. He felt fantastic as he rubbed and inched his way up into me. I wiggled and enjoyed the feeling of cock filling me up.

Next, I ran my hands up the legs of the big one. He was toned but had a soft layer of fat on his body. I loved the way his soft curly leg hair felt. I wiggled my hips not lifting yet and started licking his testicles and worked my way up his very wide shaft to the tip. First below me flexed and it felt amazing. I licked and sucked the massive head as if it were a lollipop and on my knees straddling the first I lifted and dropped.

Having one in my mouth and the other stroking my insides was erotic. I was stimulated quickly and came. I took a moment to sit still with the hard shaft deep in my well while working the other and tasting his pre-cum. First, let out a small quiet moan as I started riding again. I took as much of second into my mouth as I could. It was too much to take too far in. The thought of it between my legs sent me into overdrive. I gripped second, with my hand and rode fast and hard on my freckled first. I gasped and grunted as my first moaned and grunted quietly. The intensity grew within and I started grinding into first. My body tightened and released as the pulses of orgasmic delight spread outward. I felt first jerk beneath me and I knew he’d come.

I felt pretty good about that. I got up retrieved a towel, cleaned up first quickly and removed the used condom. I then guided second to lay down again. I stared a moment at his hard thick cock and whimpered with the joyous arousal that responded. I can have that one too. I knelt and rolled the larger lubricated condom over him and was panting as I positioned his legs in a bent position with knees up and feet flat. I climbed over second and my pussy ached at the sight of him pointing straight up, not at all toward his chest and ready to be inside me.

“Oh God.” I lowered myself to touch the tip while holding on to his knees for support.

I had to stop after getting his tip in and adjust. And this guy’s not even the widest or biggest on the list. It didn’t matter I know dammed well that I will tighten back up and any cock will feel amazing small or large if used properly.

When the slight burning of stretching eased off and I felt the tingles of arousal over power me I lowered a bit then backed off. The move slicked him up more along with the lubricant on the condom. I chose it on purpose I knew I’d want him slick. I slipped down half way and mewled with delight.

“Ohhhhh.” I lifted and this time dropped down taking his entire massive cock inside me.

I lifted nearly off him and slowly took him in again. I’ve never felt anything so intensely. I smiled when he started panting and making low noises in his throat.

A sudden burst of horny took over and I had to move faster. Instinct gripped me as I rode him swiftly. I was yelping and grunting and it was so fucking good. When I came I didn’t stop I rode it out and kept pumping that cock deep into me. We became slicker and noisier as I sucked him in and lifted pulling him out.

“Oh God, Oh God, Ohhhhhhh.” I dropped my final decent and ground into that thick wide cock as my body jerked uncontrollably. I felt second tense up beneath me and lift his hips a few times as I strangled him repeatedly.

He grunted “Ungh ahhhh.”

I recovered and climbed off to see him starting to soften. I had to take a moment before my legs stopped shaking. Having control over two was so much fun. Did I want that every time? Probably not. I felt a little bad for first having to lay there and listen as I used second so thoroughly. I got up, covered them and tidied myself. I was going to be tender for sure. Totally worth it.

To be continued…

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See next chapter here:  (Part 12)

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Watch This! (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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Watch This!

For months now my neighbor and his wife have been watching me. Or rather looking into my kitchen and living room windows that face my small backyard and therefore their yard. I often walk around topless and sometimes fondle my ample pillowy breasts as I love to feel good. Who doesn’t?

I’ve noticed them (Not always together) Watching through my sliding glass doors from their deck. The only reason I’m not too pissed is that they are both attractive and I may have started going topless more often. I may have made a show of fondling my breasts while I look out to my almost very private yard. All except for their raised view from directly across.

A tiny bit of me was turned on by knowing they went out of their way to sneak a peek and that I often heard them rutting after I put on a breast rubbing show or when I tanned naked.

They were both sitting on their deck drinking coffee and facing my window. The woman was attempting to covertly flick her nipples. Voyeurs. I know how sexy it is to watch on the sly. They know I know they watch and today I woke feeling particularly randy. I sat at my own table topless, resting my breasts on the table and playing with them. I sipped my own coffee and read some sexy blogs, looked at some fantastic dick Pics and worked my self up.

I stopped reading and stared at a particularly sexy dick pick of a man as he gripped his nearly purple cock head. I could imagine myself running my fingers through his soft looking chest and stomach hair as I rode him hard.

The doorbell rang, I jumped and my pussy fluttered. I ran to the door and signed for the package as my nipples hardened. I closed the door and had to take a moment to temper my arousal. Not because of the delivery man but because of my purchase. I knew it was being delivered today and I was over excited to give it a try.

With shaking hands I opened the box and took out the dildo from its packaging. It was six inches in girth and looked so real I began panting. I took it to my kitchen sink and washed it carefully. I stripped my shirt off and my panties and was about to stick the suction cup to the floor when I had a very naughty idea. An idea that made me double over from arousal.

I rubbed and squeezed a breast as I walked to my sliding glass door. They were watching. The woman slipped a hand up her shirt as I squeezed a breast and pulled hard on my nipple.

I gauged the height necessary and I slammed the dildo to the glass.

“Watch this!” I said even though they couldn’t hear me. I reached between my legs and brought he tip up to my eager opening.

It was wider than any toy I have and I was moaning and panting by the time I got it in. I waited a moment with lodged deep inside and looked over my shoulder.

Mouths agape and wide-eyed they sat staring at me; both hands were up her shirt now. I smiled and straightened my legs to give them a good view of it sliding out of my sopping hole. It stretched and rubbed making my eyes flutter. I bent my knees and took it in again.

“Holy fuck.”

I muttered and repeated the action. I came quickly, but wasn’t done. I kept riding the toy and rubbed my clit until I came again. I know if I go further I could get there. With people watching and the idea of them being turned on by me, I was overly excited. I didn’t stop.

“Oh god it’s so good.”

I kept riding and feeling the tugging pleasure of each stroke. I bent over and twerked my ass then bobbed it up and down fast. The angle was perfect for me and for them. It rubbed my g-spot even harder and I furiously rubbed my clit as the pressure built up inside.

“Oh yes, oh my fucking yes!” I cried out and rode harder.

The pressure built and I moved off the toy and rubbed my clit as I squirted on the glass. Panting, I turned to watch my neighbor slamming his wife from behind. I watched a moment then went back to my toy. It would be faster this time. I rubbed and rode until the pleasure promise was too much. I fell to my knees spurting hot cum on the glass. I crumbled to the floor in my own wet mess. I watched the couple orgasm together and collapse to a heap themselves.

I looked up at my new favorite play thing and knew I was going to perform for them again and again. I’d watch them watching me and they’d get off while I watch them.

 

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

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

My Sexy Stranger (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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My Sexy Stranger (Quick and Dirty Short Stories)

I don’t normally dream when I nap, but I did this time. I woke from the most erotic dream I’d ever had. Only I couldn’t recall any of it other than it had been erotic. I was taught with need and rubbed my nipples through my shirt and bra. I needed to relieve this particular tension. I took my bra off and continued to rub and fondle my breasts.

I glanced at the clock. “Shit.” I was late for dinner with my friends. I jumped up, changed into a sexy blue dress and put on makeup. I texted Belinda to let her know I’m on my way and drove carefully, but fast to get there.

I made it as appetizers were being served. Belinda and Lola were already three drinks in. We talked, giggled, and enjoyed the food. The faded memory of my dream still lingered between my legs and the sexy man at the table across the room was cutting me glances. So I covertly flirted back. I tend to get flirtier when I’m horny and feeding my libido wine.

“May,” Belinda began, “how’d the date with Greg go?”

I flicked my attention to her keeping the sexy man in my sights just behind her to the left. “he was a douche I didn’t even let him touch my tits.”

“I didn’t like him,” Hallie said as she sipped her wine.

I managed to flash my sexy stranger my fuchsia panties ‘accidentally’ and he licked his lips slowly. It was a rush to know we were on the same sexy page.  This was the first time I’ve gone on the prowl like this. I know it’s just flirting but man if he offered, I’d gladly have sex with him tonight.

Conversation slipped into exe’s and the club after dinner where they planned to find someone to take home. My sexy stranger made a show of rubbing his bulge for me. If I weren’t already wet, I would have been now.

“Excuse me,” I said and got up, Belinda and Hallie filled their glasses from the bottle on the table. I made my way to the restrooms. I paused when I got to the three doors. One for lady’s, one for gents and the other a unisex or family room.

My sexy stranger was right behind me and looking at me as if I were the most desirable thing in existence. I opened the unisex door and it was a single bathroom with a door lock. My sexy stranger followed me in. The moment I clicked the lock he grabbed me and kissed me deeply.

I knew what I was getting myself into when I stood from the table, and I wanted it. As his fevered lips and tongue met with mine, I tugged at his pants, undid them and pulled him free. He pressed a condom into my hand then undid my dress to free my tits. As he kept kissing, he fondled my breasts and I blindly put the condom on. It was easier to do than I thought it would be.

My sexy stranger’s cock was thick and rigid in my hands. I let him go,  hiked up my dress and pulled my panties off. I set them on the counter and he let my breasts go to grab my ass and lift me easily. My bare back was pressed against the cold door as he plummeted his length into me.

It was frantic, desperate and fucking hot. I whimpered and moaned as he thrust fast and furiously. I gripped handfuls of his dark hair as I came hard and explosively as he swallowed my moans and came himself.

He set me down and kept kissing me, pausing only to dispose of the condom in the toilet. With a killer sexy smile and a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose, he unlocked the door and slipped out.

“Holy shit that was good.” With shaking hands, I tidied myself up and put my panties back on. I waited a brief moment to let my flushed face cool off then went out to the table.

I glanced across the room to see my sexy stranger was gone as were the others with him. It occurred to me he might be married I didn’t even check.

“You okay?” Belinda asked. “You look flushed.”

“Yeah, too much wine maybe, let’s get out of here and go dancing.”

It didn’t take much convincing as Hallie flagged the waiter for our bill. I opened my clutch to take out my credit card and found a business card beside it. I read the name and flipped it over. “Call me.”

Hallie giggled. “Some guy from that table,” She pointed at the empty one, “Left that for you while you took forever in the restroom. He was super-hot, but too shy to give it to you in person.”

I smiled, he gave it to me in person all right and I had every intention of calling him.

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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.

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

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

 

Unexpected Company (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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Unexpected Company (Quick and Dirty Short Stories)

For a party it sure was dull. Then again it was a cocktail party and not even one with tonnes of booze. I as here to support my friend as she hosted her coworkers, clients and other friends.

There were plenty of couples being overly friendly and I even saw a woman giving a guy a hand-job by the long drapes as if nobody would see. I did and since I liked it I was feeling a tad randy myself.

From that moment on all I could do was catch people kissing, touching or even fingering on the sly. Maybe I was just looking for it but damn if seeing that man pull his slick finger from under that dress didn’t make me wet.

“Having fun boo?” Thelma asked as she handed me a fruity mostly juice drink. She called me Boo even though my name is Brooke.

“Yes I am.” I said looking over her shoulder and seeing a mans hand go up a top. Was this an orgy or something? “There’s a lot of groping going on.”

“Mmm?” Thelma looked around. “I suppose… I invited mostly couples. Sorry Boo gotta go.” She held up a drink she needed to deliver.

I walked around and chatted and kept my eyes out for the naughty couples. I was feeling too frisky for my own good. I really shouldn’t be looking… I froze in my tracks as I wandered into the billiard room to see a woman covertly attempt to ride a man in a corner while a loud game of pool happened four feet away. I positioned myself to pretend to watch the game as I watched the couple. I couldn’t see anything but that didn’t change things. I became aroused and flushed. My groin throbbed with my pulse and my nipples ached.

I slipped out of the room and made my way to the back of the house where a small spare bathroom was. It was out-of-the-way and a good place to go masturbate. The light was off under the door and the hall was mostly empty. I ducked in quickly and locked the door while I pulled the top of my dress down.

I immediately  fondled my breasts with one hand as I dropped my panties in a flash. I decided to flick the light on since I loved watching as I fingered myself.

“Oh shit!” I said as a man with a long thick hard-on stood frozen staring at me. He was a good-looking man and he held a fine piece of equipment in his hands. “Sorry I didn’t know anyone was in here…” I didn’t put my top up since I’m not overly shy and I am ridiculously horny. Maybe we could make the best of this situation.

“I figured you’d scream or freak out. I’m glad I saw you had tits as you came in.” He licked his lips and moved his hand over his length. “Fuck they’re nice tits.”

I know my friend and I know she keeps condoms everywhere in this monster house. I opened the cupboard, fished one out and held it up. I hiked my skirt up as he rolled the condom on. The second he was done he grabbed me and kissed me hard and deep.

I was ready for him when he impaled me with one deep thrust.

“Fuck.” I said into his mouth and pulled his hair.

The agonizingly sexy pull and push of him was maddening. We grunted and tongued each others mouths with a fury of passion that was to each our own.

“Fuck my pussy hard big guy.” I said as he pushed me against the door and broke the kiss. “Yes, yes make me come.”

“Holy shit.”

“Ram me hard and fast.” I was so close. “You’re so big and stretching me wide.”

“I’m going to come.” He said just before I felt the torrents of pleasure grip my body and he jerked hard against me.

He pulled out and I leaned against the sink to catch my breath.  He flushed the condom, washed his hands and I left the bathroom.

When I came out I heard my phone beep from a text behind me. I turned around to see the man holding my clutch and phone. He looked up from it and handed it over.

“You left that behind.” He smiled and walked past me.

Half an hour later I was heading out the door to go home feeling so much better but still horny. Thorough some clandestine investigation I learned that the big guy from the bathroom was from my friends gym. She thought he was the nicest guy and probably gay.

My phone buzzed and I read the text. “Turn around sexy tits.”

I turned and saw the big guy in a sleek black car. “Do you want to ride me?”

“Don’t you mean Do I want a ride home?” I asked as I began tingling anew and walked the three steps to his car.

“My version’s more fun.” He said pawing an obvious hard on.

Well damn if he was ready that fast who am I to walk away? I opened the car door and got in. I wonder how long it will be before one of us asks the other for a name.

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Swimming With Temptation – (Part- 4) Climbing Ivy

This story contains sexual content, violence, coarse language and consumption of alcohol.
It is rated R and is for readers 18+ only.

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Part 4

Swimming With Temptation – (Part- 4) Climbing Ivy

Dustin’s stormy blue eyes glittered and met his sexy smile as he chased me in the waist deep water. His playful antics were charming.

“You make me nervous.” I blurted it out before my filters had a chance to stop me.

“Do I?” Dustin smirked and reached out catching my narrow waist under the water with his hand.

He pulled me closer to him. I couldn’t hear the surf, seagulls or anything over the thump of my heart. I gave him a scarce nod in response as he pressed me closer to him. Involuntarily my hands went up to his strong hard chest and slid up over the salt water covered skin to his tight broad shoulders.

“You should be nervous.” Dustin said as he moved his mouth closer to mine peering into my brown eyes with his stormy blue ones. “Because I’m going to kiss you, Ivy, as you’ve never been kissed before.”

I believed him and closed my eyes welcoming his lips to mine. At first, I thought something was wrong because my lips tingled at the contact. The pleasantly strange sensation instantly grew and spread outward and throughout my body. His hands slid around my back as mine went up around his neck.

Gently Dustin’s lips grazed mine until I gasped and opened my mouth from the sheer need for more. He pressed harder and I opened my mouth in time with his as he opened and closed his jaw working my mouth into a hot pool of passion. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and nibbling gently. Letting it go he licked it again before pressing both lips to mine. Moaning I tightened my grip around his neck and his tongue eased into my mouth in search of a playmate.

I expected him to barge his tongue into my mouth and bully mine into action. Instead of a firmly pointed tongue intruding with hard flicks, he licked my tongue gently. The result was a weakening of my knees and a noticeable surge of wanton heat between my legs.

I moved my tongue gently to lick his and his right hand gripped my ass cheek and pulled me into his growing bulge. This was alien to me. This tender passion he lavished upon me was new and arousing beyond any level I’ve ever been at. I’ve never had someone pull me so evocatively against his hard-on before. My ex would grab me and grind or thrust against me, and did it while making lewd suggestions, but never to just let me know how I affected him. Likely because he was just horny, and not because of me specifically.

When Dustin moved back from my mouth severing the connection I found myself dizzy and weak. He was holding me up and smiling down at me.

“I could take you now, I know I could convince you to let me, but I don’t want to.” His voice was husky and still, he held me against him.

Rejection? At the risk of sounding like a total slut, I asked. “Why not?”

He sighed and released his hold on me letting the cool water become a sobering barrier between us. “Because Ivy you’re not the type of woman who would be happy about it. Sure now in the moment, you’d be okay, but later…” Dustin shook his head and backed away. “You’d regret.”

How could he possibly know that? Even if it’s the truth and it is, there was no way he could know how I would act and react.

He smiled and my heart leaped into my throat. “You are not a one night stand kind of girl.”

“How could you possibly know that about me?”

I crossed my arms and wished desperately that I was that kind of woman. That I could take what my body wants from this man and be on my way.

“I know because you didn’t read my email signature, nor any of my emails. Not even the subject lines.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

Thankfully, my body was coming down from the high he’d pressed upon me. The ache between my legs settled to a thrum and my heart wasn’t as frantic.

“Yes, it does.” He said.

Dustin started backing out of the water. He was still clearly aroused and I tried not to look directly.

“Look, Ivy, I’m not in the market for a relationship and as much as I’d love to pay homage to your beauty and lick you till you come apart around me,” he adjusted his crotch, “I know you’d get attached.”

I would, he was right. Sex was a huge bond for me. I can’t figure out how anyone has one-night-stands, flings, or friends with benefits. I simply cannot figure out how to separate emotions from sex. As much as I’d like to lie and say I can, two broken hearts in one summer would be too much to deal with.

That said I will walk away from Dustin and that thought physically hurt. I don’t think my body wants to walk away from him. Too bad body, this man is trouble and my brain and heart say no thank you. Rejection is still a rejection and despite his reason, it was a huge blow to my ego.

I nodded succinctly as we exited the water. “Probably a good idea then.”

“Stay for beer and conversation?” Dustin asked with an uncertainty that did not suit him whatsoever.

“I better not.” I grabbed my shorts and tugged them on. Wet or not I had to leave. “I promised to babysit my baby sister so my mom and step dad can go out on a date.”

“I knew it.” He smiled warmly. “Not just an old soul, but a kind one too. Were this another place or time Ivy I’d make you fall in love with me.”

“Except I’m about to start a career and I doubt very much there is any truth too long distance relationships ever working out.”

“They don’t.” Dustin took a long look at me before meeting my eyes after I put my shoes on. “It was nice to meet you, Ivy. I hope the next man you date makes you feel as amazing as you are.”

There he goes again being perfect, charming and wonderful and I wanted it all. He wasn’t offering and just rejected me, which realistically, I’m grateful for despite my desire.

“Thanks… You too.” I blurted it out awkwardly and took off at a jog back toward the rocky beach.

“Thanks, you too?” I muttered under my breath as the beach by our rental came into view. “Moron. He’s all poetic and all charming compliments and all I can freaking come up with is, thank’s, you too?” I smacked my forehead. “Idiot.”

To be continued…

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Next Chapter:  Beer And Talk  

Homage

Itsinyou Designer Boutique (Part 8) (Sexy Saturday Serials)

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.

 amara

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

The idea that I was going to be visited again made me horny. I knew the person that gave me a drink and cleaned me was still there in the room with me. Were they going to watch? I was still recalling the erotic sixty-nine action moments ago when I heard a soft exhale and then something pinch my right nipple hard. It didn’t hurt but it was hard. Then my left nipple was pinched. I heard the padding of bare feet retreat and approach again. I felt something rubbed on my clit and then an almost too wide cock penetrated me slowly.

No condom, the rub of skin on skin made me wet. My clitoris began to tingle pleasantly, it was cold and it was making me horny. I bit my bottom lip as the slicked cock buried deep inside me. Hands gripped my breasts around whatever was pinching my nipples and squeezed as he pulled out. I mewled as he slowly filled me again. Whatever had been put on my clit was making me frantic. I wanted more and faster. Still he went slowly. I panted and felt more of that whatever being put on my clit again. Lots of it. I wiggled and gasped as each tortuously slow stroke pushed me toward orgasm.

Fingers rubbed my pinched over sensitive nipples and I couldn’t hold back, I cried out as I tightened my wet full pussy around his thick slow moving cock.

“Oh goddamn that’s nice; you’re so tight on my cock.” He said and held himself still inside me. He slowly inched out and I felt fingers spread my folds. I heard him blow and the blast of warm air felt cold on my tingling clit. I was instantly aroused.

“Ahhh.” I clamped my mouth shut before I said anything and ruined this.

“Like that do you?” I heard him chuckle, “how about this baby?”

I heard some light buzzing and suddenly each pinched nipple came alive with pleasure, I’m assuming at this point they’re clamped by something and whatever it is was buzzing.

“Oh, oh, ahhh…”

“Don’t hold back baby, make nose for me.”

He finally picked up his pace and stuffed me harder.

“Oh, ah, ah…” I arched my back. “Arrrgh!” I gasped and griped my fists tight as I came and he held himself still inside me again.

“Baby you’re pussy is so strong.” He said and started stroking my slick insides again.

My clit was still tingling, my nipples ached in a good way and my insides writhed with pleasure. He filled me repeatedly as I moaned and writhed beneath his wandering hands.

“Okay baby one more, you’re ready to make me cum with that eager pussy of yours. Don’t hold back baby, make nose for me.”

I panted as I heard buzzing again. He pulled out and spread my ass cheeks pressing a vibrator hard against my rosebud then he pushed back in slowly. I didn’t realize how badly I missed his cock until it came back. I groaned as he dipped in and out of me. The vibration on my ass was intense and again I found myself wondering how it would feel to have something go inside. I found myself wanting to push it inside me.

“Ah, ah, ooh.” I wasn’t able to stop myself from making noise.

“That’s it, you like that? Don’t hold back baby, make nose for me.”

“Ooooh… Ohhhhh….” My volume was up and there was nothing I could do to be quiet; I was beyond controlling myself.

“Good girl. Here you go.”

He pressed another vibe to my overcharged clit and I cried out loudly. The onslaught of vibration on my ass and clit mixed like a toxic-erotic potion along with the fast stroking cock.

“Ahhh!” I gasped for air. “Uh, Uh, Errrrr, ahhh…”

Suddenly the clamps were removed from my nipples, the shock of pleasure was more than I’ve ever felt. I screamed as stars flashed behind my closed and covered eyes. I clamped his cock so hard I heard him growl. “Ah, Oh, uh…”

The powerful orgasm tore me apart so amazingly I was coming again from the force of clamping his thick cock.

“Ohhhhh…”

“That’s it baby strangle my cock! Ungh… Oh yeah…”

I felt the liquid heat of him filling me as he grunted and I tightened on him again. I was utterly exhausted from pleasure and struggled to catch my breath through my rampaging orgasm.

“Well done baby.”

He climbed off, removed both vibes and retrieved a drink of the same soda for me before he moved to the door and left. He didn’t answer any questions by tapping on the screen. That was odd.

Eventually I was told to sit up and was helped out of the restraints and blindfold. With wobbly tired legs I showered, dressed and went home feeling more amazing than I ever have. I fell asleep wondering who the man was that made me feel so unbelievably good. There had to be chemistry involved with that one.

To be continued…

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See next chapter here:  Part 9

What’s In A Text? – (Part- 3) Climbing Ivy

This story contains sexual content, violence, coarse language and consumption of alcohol.
It is rated R and is for readers 18+ only.

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Part 3

What’s In A Text? – (Part- 3) Climbing Ivy

What is wrong with me? Everything Dustin said made my insides flutter. He just asked me to stay and spend time with him. How could any woman say no to him? I was baffled and wondered if there was something wrong with him or if the personal trainer was hotter. Surely that’s not even possible.

“Do you want to go for a swim?”

“Sure, I’ll just text my mom and let her know I’m still alive.” I glanced up from my phone. “That sounded childish,” I muttered.

“I heard respectful, not childish.”

“Yeah right.”

I giggled quietly as I sent the text letting her know I met someone and was swimming for a bit. Not to worry and she replied to have fun and not to rush back. I’ve never been great at making casual friends or having large numbers of them. I’m a bit of a loner by nature so I know she’s just happy that I have potentially made a friend here.

The problem of my worry wart mom was dealt with. Now I had another problem. The hot man before me looking at me with too much interest. I glanced at his hand again.

“Hmm.” Dustin narrowed his eyes. “Trust isn’t a freebie is it?” He held his hand out for my phone. “Do you have data?”

“Who doesn’t?” I handed it over out of curiosity.

His statement was presumptuous in assuming that I was interested in more than a swim. I was and he could clearly tell. As he tapped away on my phone, I took the opportunity to really get a good look at him. There isn’t any gray in his hair, he had to be in his late twenties maybe early thirties, again I suck at this. His posture was all confidence and arrogance. He was someone used to being in charge or at least doted upon.

“Here,” Dustin said finally and handed my phone back to me. “Not that I should need to justify or dignify myself but I don’t want you wondering if I’m cheating on my wife.”

“Cheating?” I said before looking at the screen.

He held his hand up. “Not specifically with you, but that I took the ring off and you keep looking for a tan line.”

My face flushed hard with embarrassment. He was extraordinarily observant although I wasn’t being coy about it. I looked at the phone and read a short string of texts.

‘Hey sexy he’s working late again I’m on my way.’

‘How long?’

‘Almost at the door, Ty hope U R hard.’

‘I’m hard alright.’

‘U R not at door sexy…’

‘I never will be. Try texting Ty to let you in. Check the number you texted Violet.’

The string of texts ended there.

“You played along?” I asked wide-eyed and impressed he managed to not freak out instantly.

“I nearly crushed the phone in my hand as I did. I didn’t know who Ty was until she came home that night to try to explain it all away.”

“You said she left you.”

“She did, Ty wasn’t her trainer, he was just a married lover. Believe me or not she blamed me for her cheating. Doesn’t matter,” Dustin waved his hand. “She packed up and moved out that night to go live with her boyfriend slash personal trainer Kip who kept begging her to leave me. She told him she chose him.”

Holy crap this woman was either insane to cheat on Dustin or those other two men were way hotter. Which is ludicrous in my opinion. It could be that Dustin was flawed. Sometimes pretty people know it and act it too much. I wanted to know more about him for selfish reasons and to slake my curiosity.

“Wait how did you get your texts on my phone?”

He chuckled and headed toward the water. “It’s not hard if you know how.”

I had no idea what he meant. I looked at the phone. He’d opened his personal email on my phone and the text was a screenshot. Without hesitating, I closed the email and the browser. I am not a snoop of a person and never will be. My friends would have gone through his emails without hesitating. It’s why I change my passwords regularly and always lock my phone.

I took my shorts off and put my phone in my shoe. I walked slowly into the surf. There was barely any waves and the cool water felt amazing on my hot feet and legs. I loved the ocean and that helped me decide to come here instead of Europe.

Dustin turned and saw me wading out toward him and he froze; like a rabbit might in the yard when startled or a deer at night by the side of the road. Since I loved running, biking and swimming, I had a streamlined body of gentle curves. I like eating food, so unlike many of my friends, I wasn’t a washboard of starvation.

I was popular with the boys on campus for my body but once they found out I had a brain and copious amounts of self-respect they often backed off or ran for the hills. Not being an easy lay, most guys didn’t bother since there were plenty of other girls willing to open their legs for them for less than a cheap dinner.

I couldn’t help myself and smiled at the silly look on Dustin’s face. I was wading out toward a man who made my insides throw an arousal party or epic proportions. I don’t know him, not even his last name.

In that moment, I realized how out of character this was for me. I’m not overly outgoing. I join in, but I’m not the sort to just initiate activities or anything social, except when I’m at work where I’m dominant. That I’m flirting with a man I met minutes ago is ludicrous. He could be dangerous. I didn’t think so but then nobody has said… ‘Oh yeah, I knew for years my neighbor was a serial killer. Bodies all over the yard and screams, so many screams from his basement that it kept me up at night. Still, a stand up nice guy who shoveled my sidewalk in the winter.’

“This is out of your comfort zone isn’t it?” Dustin asked as I approached keeping a good distance from the bronzed body I ached to touch.

“What do you mean?” I was stalling, holy crap this guy was good at reading me.

“This.” Dustin gestured to the two of us. “Hanging out with a near stranger.”

I nodded. “It’s totally out of my comfort zone.”

“Then how do you meet new friends?”

I cleared my throat as the low waves nudged me. I stepped deeper so the water was at my waist.

“I see.” Dustin smiled and dunked under once we were chest high in the water. He came up a dripping wet glorious example of maleness. “That explains why you were wandering up the beach alone.”

I decided to veer conversation away from my social skills or lack of. “So what do you do Dustin?”

He laughed that laugh that sent flutters to my lady-bits. The cool water was doing nothing to temper my exaggerated arousal. I was too turned on by this man who I was terrified to know what would happen if he touched me. The thought of his lips on mine made me clench delightfully beneath the water. There was a moment of un-surety in his eyes.

“Small talk huh? I’m surprised you don’t know. I left my email open.” His curious look was charming and facinating. It was as if her were testing me or genuinly surprised I didn’t scroll down to read more than what he offered.

“I closed it.”

“Didn’t even peek at the signature?” Dustin’s look of both disbelife and facination was exciting. He was very expressive in his face and posture like he was compelled to let me or the world know his thoughts and emotions.

I shook my head. I suppose I could have.

“Interesting,” Dustin said as he moved closer making my heart pound a beat into my ears and between my legs. “You didn’t look? Not even one email?”

“No. Why would I?”

“Because you had the opportunity.”

“I disagree.” I swam a bit to back away from him. “Just because I could doesn’t mean I should or would.”

“That’s a lot of ould’s.” Dustin chuckled and kept moving closer not allowing the distance between us to grow. “You fascinate me, Ivy, like an old soul in a hot young body.”

I’ve been told I have an old soul before. That I was always more mature than I ought to be. Sensible and reliable Ivy, who has her priorities straight. Even if I’m childish at times and do silly things I’m often labeled that way. Dustin smiled slyly as he continued to chase me slowly in the water. I moved backward, he moved forward. I wanted him to catch me and at the same time, I was terrified to find out what might happen if he did.

To be continued…

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Next Chapter:  Swimming With Temptation

Dignify

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

QDSS

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