Seduce Exotic Erotica

by Ella Hilton

  "Very nice," he whispered, and then faster than she could blink the stem slashed at her again. This time he rubbed it there, down the stem so the smooth side of the thorns rubbed against her lips and now swollen clitoris. He teased her open with the bottom on the stem, but paused before putting it into her.

  "Should I?" he teased. "It would hurt, but wouldn't it feel good, scraping inside you? And how good it would feel when I pulled it back out? But no, not that, not today. It would, perhaps, be a little too damaging…"

  She shuddered with relief when he pulled away from that rather frightening prospect. However, her relief was not to last, since he returned to tickling her with the petals of the rose. He ground the blossom into her clitoris, the pressure and the tickling building until she finally climaxed with a scream. As her knees went weak, he caught her and released her from the handcuffs binding her upright. He lowered her onto the petal-strewn sheets and held her until she stopped trembling.

  "I hope you enjoyed our playing, my pet," her whispered as he smoothed her hair. "You make such a good little slave. I think I'll keep you."

  The End.

  Hot Lust in a Country Town

  The week previous still fresh in my mind as I drive to your unit. The afternoon perfect as the warm breeze hits my face through the car windows. Freshly showered, I'm wearing our favourite outfit; no underwear and the short white skirt and see through cheese cloth top. Only fifteen minutes to go and I'll be in Ballarat, be in your arms once more.

  As I drive my thoughts wander back to the last time we met, how you made me feel as I lay on your bed being totally and thoroughly spoiled by you. Those thoughts clearly etched in my mind as I grip the steering wheel tight, trying to relive the multiple orgasms your body gave me lovingly. Like an artist, you worked slowly and patiently to create the perfect canvas to bring your work alive.

  I stop at the first set of lights just outside Ballarat. I feel my body reacting to my thoughts, as I move slowly on the seat, my hands to my crotch feeling my wetness. I'm brought back to the present as I hear the laughter of a young couple, arm in arm, crossing the road with the green light. Both hands to the steering wheel again, I poise ready for the green light; the light symbolic of the gift I am bringing to you, the gift of my body to please you totally.

  I pull up your driveway and my heart skips a beat as I see you sitting on the porch, relaxing with a beer. As I step from the car our eyes meet and I watch your eyes lustfully greet me as they follow the outline of my body. Smiling, calling out to you 'hi baby', I grab my bag and walk sensually to the porch. You stand to greet me your arms around me, kissing me tenderly. My Christian Dior perfume, the one you bought me for Christmas, fills your nostrils, igniting your passion as you take my hand leading me inside.

  Both of us feeling the passion, we fall into each others arms. Your hands over my body as you kiss me, more passionately now. My back stiffens as you glide your hand under my skirt squeezing my ass, your other hand over my shirt, rubbing my nipples. We quickly undress as we go to your bedroom, our clothes strewn carelessly on the floor, like a trail to the golden treasure in a nursery rhyme.

  Taking me in your arms as we stand by your bed, your mouth over my nipples biting them each in turn gently, as your hand glides over my body. The palm of your other hand to my pussy, my wetness revealing my urgent need for you. I somewhat reluctantly pull away from you smiling, reminding you ..."sweetie, tonight is yours"... You stand motionless, all but your cock now growing as you anticipate my gift to you. I step back, my fingers to my hot pussy as I sway sensually before you. My legs spread I continue to slowly delve two fingers into my honey pot. You sigh heavily as my fingers go to my mouth, my eyes closed as I taste your prize.

  Facing you. I watch your hard cock momentarily, erect, needing release. Our eyes meet as we reach for each other, our lips joining again in a passionate embrace, you taste my honey as our tongues entwine. Our bodies hard pressed against each other I feel your hardened cock against me, throbbing as our bodies sway sensually, our kiss becoming more urgent.

  Slowly, I go to my knees my fingers trailing down your legs as I do. I run them in between your legs encouraging you to open them for me, reminding you again I am here to pleasure you. Leaning back, my body stiffens as my knees part exposing my glistening pussy to you. You sigh heavily, your hands to my breasts, rubbing my nipples between your fingers. My face goes under you, I find your firm balls and I lick them sensually as one finger gently glides back and forth over your ass crack. I hear you moan heavily as I take your balls into my mouth sucking, gently biting, as my finger goes to my wet pussy as I delve it into my honey pot once more, probing at my wetness.

  Sliding my wet finger out, I glide it over my swollen clit and my body shudders. But wanting to prolong this beautiful moment I return my dampened finger to your sweet ass, as I probe at your entrance. It glides in easily lubricated by my own juices.

  I gently move my finger inside your ass and suck on your swollen balls, as my other hand moves to your cock, fingers softly gliding like a feather, up one side of your thick rod and back down to the shaft. Your hips begin to sway, your whole body reacting to the pleasure your nerve endings shoot to your loins, as your hands grip my shoulders holding them tightly. I gently push you onto the bed, your ass to the edge, your legs spread wide.

  I continue my pleasure of you, having not lost my gentle grip of your balls as you lay down slowly. Your hips begin to dance up and down as my mouth goes to your hardened cock, my tongue dancing over the head furiously, lapping at your precum. I take your cock into my mouth, feeling the veins as my hot tongue glides up and down you. My finger still just inside your ass, teasing you I take your cock deep into my mouth.

  You reach for me your hands to my head pushing me hard to your cock, as your begin to thrust your hardness into my mouth. My own pleasure rising, knowing you are enjoying my gift to you, I again move my other hand to my pussy, my finger on my swollen clit again, moving slowly in circles. Our passion to the point of near ecstasy as you begin to thrust your cock into my mouth ..... deeper, harder as your hips buck on the bed.

  On the brink of impetuous wanting, our desire and lust to the extreme I suck your cock more deeply, feeling you at the back of my mouth, pulsating as your balls prepare to explode. My own body quivering as my orgasm rises, knowing I will soon drink your salty sweet jism.

  You cry out in sheer impassioned pleasure as you cum hard, your body stiff engulfed in your pleasure. As I hungrily drink, you softly cry out to me 'cum baby, cum now for me' ....... my body trembling as my finger rubs more lightly now on my clit, I too cum hard as I eagerly swallow the last of your jism, my own juices erupting as I delve my finger in, feeling my pussy contract.

  We lay on the bed basking in the after glow of our love. The room filled with the sweet scent of sex, our hands meet clasping tightly as our breathing begins to subside. Ripples of sweat cover our bodies as we lay closely to each other smiling, our love again united. Both of us slide from the bed, and walk arm in arm to the shower, knowing our insatiable desire will be fulfilled once more...

  The End.

  Tequila

  While I was working my way through college, I got a job at this dirty little bar. It was a real toilet. Every night, the same people passed out on the same stools. Underage college kids tried to sneak beer, and pinch the waitresses' asses. Most of them didn't care as long as the tips were good. Hell, half of them hustled on the side anyway.

  But there were three good things about this bar: the drinks were free for the staff, the tips were unbelievable, and Whitney was the other bartender. God she was hot. Our uniform was blue jeans and a white t-shirt. She was very talented at filling out both. When I first got there I made my pass, like every one else. I also got shot down like everyone else. I soon forgot my damaged pride when I realized what a good pair we made. I made the drinks and handled any problems; she flirted with the old men to get us better tips. It was perfect! One night work
ing that bar with Whitney, and I would clear more than I had in a month at my other bartending job.

  Anyway, I've always been real good at what I do. So it wasn't long before my lush boss gave me the keys to the place. All he wanted to do was sit at home and drink himself blind. I got a raise when I got the keys, but that didn't matter as much as the fact I would be alone with Whitney when we closed. I wanted her bad, and I meant to have her. It had nothing to do with love. Weeks of working together behind a tiny bar, brushing against each other, innocent little games where we only pretended it was an accident, had led to a very acute awareness of each other's sexuality. I would make jokes when she wouldn't wear a bra and her nipples were visible through her shirt. She would slap my butt when I wore my Wrangler jeans. Still there was a wall there. We seemed to both know where the line was, and always stopped short. There was nothing but time.

  One night I called Last Call, and locked that heavy green door. It was wide enough for three people to pass through shoulder to shoulder. Last Call was always when Whitney and I had our first drink. When I got back from locking the door, she had them waiting, whiskey on the rocks for me and a buttery nipple for her. The customers that weren't too drunk to walk came up to get another round, the rest waited for their waitress. At two o'clock I carried the stragglers out and left them on the doorstep. The waitresses went home and I locked the door behind them. It was just Whitney and I, and she had another drink waiting when I got back, as was our ritual. We sat and talked for a few minuets every night, nothing intense, just a bit of gossip about the customers and the staff. After we were done talking, I started flipping chairs, and she wiped down the bar. Everything was going as usual until I remembered I hadn't cleared out the upstairs yet. There was a couple of pool tables and a jukebox up there, and sometimes customers didn't hear last call.

  by the time I got to the top of the stairs I heard them. I didn't have to look to know what was going on, but I wanted to see anyway. Except for the shirt he had tied around her head as a blind fold, they were both stark naked on top of the pool table. The sweat of passion and intensity poured off their bodies. They were deaf and blind to everything but each other. It would take a marching band to get their attention. He had her legs over his shoulders, and was pounding her relentlessly. I could already see the stain spreading on the table felt. It was too good to keep to myself. I leaned over the rail and motioned to Whitney to come upstairs quietly. When she saw what I was watching, she almost screamed. There we stood, pressed against the doorframe, watching the most intense sex I had ever seen. It was amazing; they just seemed to go on and on. When I looked down to see Whitney's reaction her tits were hard, pressing against her shirt. That's when I got my erection. I didn't know where to look, Whitney's breasts, or the girl getting her brains fucked out on the table. The decision was made for me. The man came with this primal scream, his whole body ridged. But she hadn't come yet. She peeled the shirt/blindfold off her head and stood up on the table.

  "Eat me you fucking bastard." She commanded.

  Just like a loyal little dog he obliged. She grabbed his ears and twisted his head into her. As soon as his mouth touched her clitoris she pissed on him. She pissed on him and on herself and all over the table. As much as I was enjoying the show, I still had a job to do. Believe me, I didn't want to do it.

  I don't think so," I said in my best badass voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get dressed!"

  The stud thought he was going to cause me a problem, but then he got a good look at me. I'm a big guy, and for reasons that are beyond me, I look tough. So they got dressed and left. I locked the door behind them, wondering if I could leave the mess on the pool table for the morning crew. Wondering if I could, knowing I wouldn't. That's when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bar with a bottle of tequila, waiting for me to come back from locking the door. She poured our drinks from the bottle, strong and without ice. As she raised her glass in toast she said, "It's just tonight. Just this once, and never again. This can't happen if you don't understand that. Please tell me you understand."

  I nodded my head slowly, wondering just how far this "one night" was going to go. Just hearing her talk like this caused a bulge in my pants. We drained our glasses, and as I leaned around her to put mine on the bar, she pulled me into her. This was it; this is what I had been waiting for. As soon as our lips touched, she forced her tongue into my mouth. We stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity, as the heat from the drinks and each other warmed us and made reality a little softer around the edges.

  I lifted her from the bar and laid her on the dirty floor. She didn't seem to mind. As we took off clothes, we began the sacred ritual of exploring one another's bodies. I played her nipples between my tongue and lips. She ran her fingers through the hair on my chest and let out a soft moan. Once again I was struck by how good a pair we made. This thought crossed my mind as I pulled her jeans off her ample hips. She wore no panties and her arousal was obvious. As I bent down to lap at her sex, her smell encompassed me. My world began to become hazy. All I could think about was her taste and her smell. It was all too much for me to handle. It was now or never for me. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body under mine. With one hand she took my dick and guided it into her, with the other she pulled my mouth down to hers. After that it was all too intense for words. She came before me and as her muscles constricted around me, I lost control.

  We laid there for a few minuets trying to catch our breath. Her eyes were cloudy and disoriented. Suddenly she seemed to get embarrassed about her nudity. She gathered her clothes and went to the restroom to freshen up and get dressed. As I watched her disappear, I couldn't help wondering why she walked into the men's room.

  Finally, I got up off the dirty floor, now just a little dirtier from our coupling. I had to slip my jeans on before I sat on the bar stool, because I didn't want the cracked plastic to cut me. As I poured another drink for myself I realized that "one night" was just an excuse for her, a justification. When she said "one night" she meant "every night, until I'm tired of you." I finished my drink with a smile, because I knew I would be drinking a lot more tequila in the days to come.

  The End.

  Torture, Sweet Torture

  He'd promised me he'd tease me, torture me, make me writhe in pleasurable anticipation next time he got his hands on me. He hadn't lied. My back arched up off the bed, I clawed at the sheets, my eyes refused to focus as he moved with slow, steady intent from one part of my body to another.

  I can't say I was dissatisfied, I'd certainly cum more times than I could count from the slow steady torture, but I still wanted more. A lot more.

  He continued his assault on my body, flicking his tongue across my nipple, and staring me in the eyes, reading my near insane need for more, and he laughed. His hand slid to my knee and rubbed lazy circles along the back of my knee. He moved his hand up my inner thigh, teasing me. I was sure that NOW he'd touch my pussy. I ached for real relief, to feel his dick inside me. Again, he left me frustrated, anticipating something I felt would never come.

  His fingers slid to the crease between my ass and thigh, and lightly rubbed his finger from my hip all the way down, frustratingly close to my pussy, only to move again to the other leg and repeat the journey.

  I'm so delirious from this sweet torture, I had no concept of time or space. I only knew he moved me almost constantly. Turning me this way and that to facilitate his assault on my body. He would move me to my side, or to my back, so he could better access whatever body part he was relentlessly pleasuring at the moment. He dug his fingers into my flesh as he pulled me this way and that, never still, never giving me any idea of what might come next. He kneaded my right foot, lightly biting the pad of my left foot, and then I feel his tongue at the small of my back, just at the base of my spine, a place that never before had held any erotic significance to me, until then. He found nerve endings I never knew I had, but they were all alive as he moved slowly up m
y back, skimming his hands, stopping to nip at a spot here, then to kiss a spot just above my collar bone, before he got to the base of my neck where he bit with purpose. Before I could even cry out or gasp from the bit of pain, I felt him pull me to my knees. I felt his dick rubbing along my ass, and I thought that finally, I had been tortured enough, that finally; he'd give me what I craved most. But then, he simply ran his hands from my hips up along my ribs, and then, in torturous circles around my nipples, and then down my stomach, and over to my hip again.

  "How much longer?" I gasped. "Please, now?"

  He laughed lightly into my ear, "Why, are you getting impatient?"

  I sighed again, "PLEASE, I'm not above begging."

  "Tell me what you want, otherwise I can keep this up for another 10 minutes at least."

  "NO!" I cried out. "Please, please, I can't take it."

  "Then tell me what you want."

  "Damn you," I gasped. How ridiculous I felt, I could write a scene like this down with no problem, but I found myself shy when he wanted me to speak the words that ran through my head.