by Iona Nixon
Before I can protest, you quickly extend my left leg toward the foot of the bed and secure my ankle to the bedpost at the foot of the bed. I am totally spread open and exposed by my position, vulnerable to your every whim with my ass hanging slightly off the side of the bed. I can only imagine what I look like from your point of view. I can feel the slick moisture of my well-aroused pussy dripping down the crack of my ass. You reach up and tug the straps of my bra down my arms and free my breasts by shoving the cups down beneath them. Looking into my eyes, you tease my nipples to hard peaks. Pinching a little harder, my back arches at the pleasure/pain, shoving my breasts further into your grasp. You release my tingling buds and rest your hands on the bed by my shoulders. Your thick cock slides over my slick folds, grinding hard into my clit but not entering me. My moans are coming faster and I tilt my face up to you, needing your kiss.
"Tell me you want to cum. Beg me to fuck you." You growl the words against my lush lips.
"Please, baby! I need your big cock inside me!" I can feel an orgasm rapidly approaching and I want to cum all over your huge dick. "Please fuck your little slut hard! Make me cum, baby!" I whimper desperately and squirm my hips, so wet and ready for you. You rest the broad head of your cock at my entrance and increase the pressure; not enough to slip inside but hard enough that it sets me to panting even harder in anticipation. I can tell by the slight smirk on your handsome face that you love the effect you have on me. "Please! Make me c...Aaaaah!" My squeal is high and shrill as you slam deep inside my slick tunnel in one hard stroke. Your groin bangs hard against my highly sensitive clit and your heavy balls slap against my exposed asshole. The sudden and intense stimulation sets off an earth-shattering orgasm. My pussy is clenching tightly around your girth and I am still riding out the waves of pleasure when I feel you apply something cold and slippery, obviously lubricant, to my helplessly exposed ass. I whimper again, mostly from the pleasurable sensation, and I look you right in the eyes, not protesting.
You slide out of my thoroughly soaked pussy and apply more lube, this time to your big, throbbing shaft. The muscles of my thighs tremble from their stretched position and I moan low and quiet when you press the head of your huge cock to my slick, helpless little anus.
"Mmmmmmm! You feel so good! Please fuck my ass, baby! Stretch my tiny little asshole with your big dick!" I know you love to hear me beg you to use my body. You slowly push forward, knowing I want this but still careful not to hurt me too much. As your cock slips past the tight ring of my anus, I push out, relaxing my anal muscles and you easily slide halfway in. It is a tight fit and you pull back slowly leaving just the broad head embedded in my ass. I am shuddering and making small pants and whimpers. My body is flushed and chilled at the same time and when you slide forward again, in feel so stretched and full. There is no pain, just a feeling of intense sensation and complete vulnerability. I am helpless and unable to stop you but I don't want to anyway. I trust you to push my boundaries but never really hurt me.
"Take it all, baby." You growl against my heaving breasts as you finally force the last inch of your cock inside my tightly stretched body. Your hips are cradled between my widespread thighs. You begin a slow rhythm, the strain showing in the tense trembling of your muscles and the sheen of sweat glistening on both of our bodies. One after the other, you reach for the bedposts to free my ankles, stroking my creamy thighs as I wrap them tightly around your waist. My hands are still restrained tightly behind my back but my lower body is free to squirm and gyrate, thrilling both of us with the sensations.
Suddenly, you wrap strong arms around my shoulders and lift me up close to your body, sliding onto the bed. My knees rest on either side of your hips and I grind my body down on you to take you another fraction of an inch deeper. I set up a slow rhythm keeping you deep and only sliding up and down the last couple of inches. You feel so good inside me. My breasts bob enticingly as I fuck your thick cock and when you free my hands I slide them up my body to pinch and pull at my tender nipples. Your big hands graze slowly over my hips and thighs, stroking my fevered skin, urging me to a faster pace.
When I feel your strong fingers slide against my dripping wet pussy I nearly come apart. On my next stroke down on your cock you plunge three fingers deep inside me, stretching me and filling me almost beyond belief. I continue to ride your cock and fingers franticly needing to cum and to make you explode with me. Your thumb slips against my clit and you press hard against my g-spot every time I slam down on you. I can feel the pressure building and my body shakes and spasms as the waves of my climax crash over me. My voice rises nearly to a scream and hot fluid gushes from my body all over your groin and belly. The muscles of my ass and pussy clamp down tightly, milking your flesh in intense spasms, drawing a groan from you as your cock jumps and sprays hot cum deep into my body.
After what seems like an eternity, the flow of your cum slows to a trickle and my orgasm fades to pleasurable shivers. Finally your cock slips out of my abused asshole and I collapse into the cradle of your arms. You brush a coppery strand away from my face and tuck me under your chin to cuddle me closer. I listen to your heartbeat slow and your breath even out, feeling very safe and protected as I drift off into an exhausted but thoroughly sated sleep.
The End.
The Unexpected Escort
It was finally Friday. Josh gratefully gathered up his things and turned of his computer. It had been a week from hell. The servers had gone down three times. Several computers had picked up up viruses from porn sites. And the thunderstorm had damaged some computers that weren't plugged into surge protectors. As a senior member of IT, josh had worked long hours to get everything fixed and running smoothly. Overtime, too, unfortunately. He had hardly seen his family this week. But tonight he would take them out for dinner and a movie.
Just as Josh was turning out the lights in his office, the phone range. With a curse he ran to answer it.
"Digitech Enterprises, IT department. This is Josh. How may I help you?" Josh rattled off.
"Hi, Josh. It's Sarah" a female voice responded, "I just wanted to let you know that the kids wanted to visit my parents for the weekend. We'll be back on Sunday. Enjoy the weekend and get some rest!"
"I will. I love you," Josh said.
"Love you, too!" Sarah said.
Josh felt anger and frustration welling up in his chest. He had been looking forward to spending time with his wife and kids. He had really been looking forward to fucking Sarah, too. The drive home did nothing to improve his mood.
Josh clumped up the stairs in the empty house. Josh's Friday routine was always the same. Strip and leave a path to the shower. Crank the music loud and start the shower. Wash away the stress of the week. Dry off. Put on a wife beater and basketball shorts. Then head downstairs for a beer.
As Josh entered the kitchen, he heard the roar of an engine and techno music thumping outside. He walked toward the front of the house and peed out the window. He saw a chocolate brown Porsche in his driveway and figured a neighbor must have given someone bad directions. As he watched, the music and the engine died and the driver's side door opened.
A vivacious redheaded woman emerged from the car. She wore big sunglasses that covered half her face. She wore bright red lipstick and a tench coat that hung to her ankles. This showed off the six inch platform heels she was wearing. Josh thought it must be an escort that one of his single neighbors had ordered for the night. At the wrong address. But she closed her door and walked deliberately to Josh's door. She rang the doorbell and waited.
Josh walked to the door and hesitated. He had never dealt with escorts. He steeled himself and opened the door. The escort smiled sultrily at Josh and stepped forward, extending her hand.
"Are you Josh? The red head asked.
"Ummm...yes?" Josh replied, "are you sure you have the right name and address, Miss?"
"455 south Fifth Street?" The escort read off her phone.
"That is here," Josh answered, "Who sent you? My w
ife is going to kill me."
"A woman named Sarah requested me," the escort said, "For the whole weekend. I have an overnight bag in the car. I'll grab it. Wanted to make sure I had the right house. I'm Rachel by the way. So you know what name to moan when I rock your world."
With that, Rachel spun on her heel back to the car. Josh blinked several times, dazed. This had to be a mistake. The phone started ringing at this point and Josh rushed to grab it.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Hey, love! How is it going?" Sarah asked.
"Going well. Sad you all aren't here," Josh replied nervously. He didn't know what he would do if Rachel came in and started talking.
"Is everything okay? You sound worried," A note of suspicion in Sarah's voice.
"Everything is fine, Sarah. Just lonely."
"Lonely? Isn't Rachel there yet?" Sarah asked.
"What?"
"Yeah, the kids really wanted to visit my folks and I know you get horny after a long week at work. Since I can't be there, I hired Rachel to stand in for me." Sarah answered.
"You hired an escort for me? This isn't some way to trick me into cheating?" Josh asked.
"Yes to the first question. No to the second one. I would have been too tired anyways. Even if I was there. Enjoy her when she gets there. I hope she is hot enough for you. I worried about that."
"She is plenty good looking from what I can tell. She is getting her bag from the car."
"Ok. I'll leave you to it then, stud!" Sarah said. "Have fun."
"Bye." Josh said weakly hanging up the phone.
Rachel walked into the door moments later.
"I called my agency. This is the right house and you are the right customer, Josh." Rachel said matter-of-factly.
"I know. I just talked to Sarah. She told me about hiring you." Josh said. "What now"?
"Well, Josh," Rachel said, setting her bag on the floor, "That is entirely up to you. Although, Sarah did give me a list of things you've wanted to do. A rather lengthy list."
Rachel pulled several sheets of paper out of a pocket. Josh felt the color drain from his face. It has his "I want" list for sex with his wife.
"Don't worry. I don't judge. I have some outfits and props with me that could hit a few of these." Rachel smiled and stepped closer to Josh.
"Ummmm...Shit. I don't know." Josh stammered.
Rachel reached down and undid the tie of her trench coat. She opened the trench coat to reveal that all she was wearing was a thong, heels and a smile. Josh stood flabbergasted by the sight of this gorgeous woman mostly naked in front of him. He reached out to stroke Rachel's full, firm breasts but stopped his hands before they could. Rachel giggled and stepped closer to Josh until her warm naked body pressed against his.
"Don't you want me?" Rachel asked.
"Oh....Fuck...Yeah I do. Just not like this, Josh admitted. Alright. Let's try some list things. They'd be better with Sarah. But I can practice with you. Ummm...do you have a cocktail or evening dress, Rachel?"
"A black one. It is really sexy but not tacky." Rachel responded reaching inter her bag. "What do you want to do from the list?"
"Dress up. Go to a fancy restaurant and talk sex. Also, no undies out," Josh answered, "I need to get dressed."
"So do I," Rachel said, "Mind if we change in the same room?"
"Not really, I guess," Josh answered.
"Good! Come with me," Rachel grabbed Josh's hand and pulled him after her.
Rachel's ass and breasts swayed and bounced as she walked. Josh felt hypnotized by their motion. She waited for Josh to open the door before flouncing in and laying her bag on the bed. Josh walked into his closet to grab his best suit and tie. When he emerged he was greeted by Rachel bent over pulling off her thong. The sight of gorgeous ass, legs and pussy made Josh hard. Rachel noticed and smiled.
"Nice to know you think I'm sexy," she joked.
Josh dressed quickly while watching Rachel get dressed. The only undergarment she put on were black thigh high stockings and a black lace garter belt. The stockings had a seam up the back which Josh loved to see. Rachel paraded around the room watching Josh put his suit on. He put the last touch on his tie and turned to watch Rachel shimmy into the dress.
It was a simple sheath dress of silk. It shimmered in the low light. A very thing strap tied behind Rachel's neck. There was a slit that ran clear up to her left hip that showed the lace top of the stockings when she walked. The back of the dress was low, dipping to just above the last vertebrae of Rachel's back. It showed just the barest hint of a tattoo. The sweetheart neckline emphasized and framed Rachel's decolletage in a way that made Josh groan with lust. It was the sort of dress he wished Sarah would wear out, but wouldn't.
Josh walked up behind Rachel and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back in o the embrace and smiled. Josh saw the smile and felt his heart beating faster. He was hugging a woman that wasn't his wife. And he liked it. Shit. He moved his hands from Rachel's hips and traced her body up to her beautiful breasts. He gently stroked and massaged Rachel's breasts. He watched the mirror and stopped after a while. He leaned down and whispered in Rachel's ear.
"I can see your nipples through the fabric," he said huskily.
"You like it don't you?" Rachel asked. "I hope the restaurant is cold then. Let's go!"
The pair walked out the door and climbed in to Rachel's Porsche. Rachel took the passenger seat and tossed Josh the keys. He grinned as he felt the Porsche roar to life. He backed out of the driveway and took of for the heart of the city. He knew a fancy restaurant that actually served edible food. Josh pulled up and let the valet take the keys so he could help Rachel out of the low car.
Inside the restaurant, Josh and Rachel didn't wait long for a table, a booth really, toward the quiet back of the restaurant. The perused the menu and wine list briefly and placed their order. Josh blushed a little as Rachel sidled closer to him and ran her hand along his upper thigh. He got a yelp of surprise in return when his finger brushed Rachel's pussy under the dress.
"So you said we can only talk about sex at dinner?" Rachel asked.
"Yes," Josh said feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
"Okay, so what is your favorite position?"
"I like reverse cowgirls, but my favorite is doggy. I like to be able to grab hold and maybe pull on her hair a little. Plus her pussy is tighter."
"Wow! An honest answer," Rachel blushed a little, "I like being on my back with my legs spread wide. He grabs my ankles and uses them as fuck handles."
"How do you feel about being tied up?" Josh asked.
"If it is done right, I like it. Blindfold me and tie me down. Tease me and then just fuck me. God, I love feeling helpless. How about you?"
"I want to be tied down sometimes. But I love tying her up and talking all the power for a night. I love that helpless face." Josh admitted.
"So you have a little dark side, eh?" Rachel teased. "How do you feel about toys?"
"I want to try them, but I don't know how they would be received. I worry sometimes that I might be too adventurous in introducing one."
"Try starting small. She might surprise you and really enjoy it. I know I do in the right context. They are a fun addition, but they shouldn't be the bulk of sex."
The pair continued like that through dinner, trading questions and answers about sex. By the time they finished dessert, Josh was hard and Rachel's nipples were evident despite the warmth of the restaurant. They paid the bill and hurried to the Porsche. Inside, Josh slid his hand under Rachel's dress and up her thigh. As he drove, Rachel spread her legs a little and encouraged Josh's hand further up. She moaned when Josh's finger found her pussy. It slid in to the wet folds easily. Josh almost left the road as he watched Rachel's reaction. He kept both hands on the steering wheel for the remainder of the drive home.
Josh felt awkward as he opened the door for Rachel and followed her into the house. He was unsure how to proceed. Rachel suddenly turned around and melted into
Josh' arms and planted a firm, passionate kiss on his lips. Rational thought fled as Josh returned the kiss and felt his hands moving to explore the curves of Rachel's body.
Josh's lust consumed him and he pushed Rachel away. He pulled her over to the couch. He made her lean over the arm of the couch. He unzipped his pants and let the garment and his underwear fall to the floor. His cock stood proudly before him. Josh started to lift the hem of Rachel's dress when her voice penetrated his mind.
"Wait, Josh". Rachel said. "You need to put on a condom."
Josh snatched the rubber Rachel was holding out to him and hastily put it on. Now he did lift the hem of the dress up. This exposed Rachel's gorgeous legs and ass again. There was a slight glistening to the area from the wetness of Rachel's pussy. Josh marveled at the puffy pink petals for Rachel's pussy. He paused just before plunging in. He shook off his doubts and pushed into Rachel's pussy
The first things Josh noticed were the tightness and heat of Rachel's pussy. It felt incredible to have a pussy this hot wrapped around his cock. Rachel's' moans were increasing in temp and volume. Hearing this wanton noise almost pushed Josh over the edge. Josh held on, barely, as he felt the first contractions of Rachel's orgasm squeezed his cock. He grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled until Rachel was looking back at him. Rachel's face was an image of sexual euphoria. Seeing that euphoric, self-satisfied grin was too much. Josh let go of Rachel's hair and grabbed her hips instead and began vigorously pounding Rachel's pussy. Twice he pulled his had away to smack Rachel's ass. Josh's orgasm felt like it lasted forever.