by Shay Fulk
“Imagine it’s me, my love,” Tony’s whispered words in her mind created a firestorm inside her pussy lips. “Imagine it’s my cock in your mouth. You feel the head slide down your throat; you taste the saltiness of my cum on your tongue. Slide your hand down your body.” She did so. “Feel your cream on your fingers. Imagine that it’s my fingers inside you. Imagine it’s my tongue licking your hot pussy.”
Sandy moaned as her fingers slid over her clit. She could feel a tongue dipping deep into her pussy, licking her, tasting her until…
Raoul pulled his cock out of her mouth and lifted her to her feet, her fingers buried deep in her pussy. He led her over to the bed and gently laid her down, then came down on top of her.
Sandy arched against him as he filled her.
“Imagine it’s me fucking you, my love,” Tony whispered in her mind’s ear. “Think about my big, thick cock thrusting in and out of you, making you scream with ecstasy.”
Raoul slid in and out of her, his elbows supporting his weight from on top of her.
Her hips moved with his rhythm, bucking against him.
“Yes, baby,” Tony whispered. “Yes, come for me. I want to hear you scream when you orgasm.”
Sandy felt herself rising higher, the tension of her climax building, tightening inside her. Until…
She screamed as she climaxed. She couldn’t help herself. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Fireworks went off in her brain, as she felt the wave after wave of ecstasy sweep through her body. She raked her nails across Raoul’s back, as she came.
Raoul cried out too, as he arched against her, filling her hot, wet pussy with his cum. He bucked against her twice more as she milked every last drop from him.
He collapsed against her, and then rolled to the side of the bed. Both of them were breathing hard.
Then Tony’s whispered words came to her, “Now you can write.”
In her mind, she said, “In a moment. After he leaves.”
Raoul rose, dressed and left her room.
Sandy lay there for several minutes. Rising, she went over to turn on her computer.
* * * *
Excerpt from Pamela’s Ecstasy
Pamela watched Paul avidly as he undressed Jennie. Unlike Pam, her breasts were full and perky and Pam could almost hate her. Yet, as much as she hated, she also desired.
Jennie waited until Paul removed all her clothes, then she came over to the bed. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything you want.”
Pam grinned. “Go down on Paul.”
Jennie grinned back. “Yes, ma’am.” The young woman went over to Paul. Going down on her knees in front of him, she watched his face, as she undid his jeans. She pulled them down along with his underwear.
Pam watched as the young woman took Paul’s big hard cock into her mouth, swallowing the full length of it down her throat. Pam knew how much Paul loved women giving him head. Paul grinned at his wife and then looked down at the young woman on the floor in front of him.
“I wish it was you,” he whispered.
“Don’t worry, my love,” she mouthed. “I’ll have my turn.”
Paul closed his eyes and Pam knew he was getting very close to coming.
“Jennie,” she said.
Jennie looked at Pam. “Yes?”
Pam patted the bed beside her. “Join me.”
Jennie came over to the bed and laid down beside Pam. Pam turned to her and taking the young woman into her arms, they kissed each other, their tongues playing and retreating.
Paul came closer. He loved watching his wife fucking another girl. He also knew that when Pam was satisfied, he would have the leftovers. But whether it would be Pam or Jennie would be something he would have to wait and see.
Pam moved down between the young woman’s thighs. Spreading her pussy lips, Pam saw and smelled the wet evidence of Jennie’s desire. She buried her nose into Jennie’s pussy, and then her tongue.
Jennie cried out as Pam dipped deep into the young woman’s cavern of desire.
“Oh, baby, lick that pussy!” Paul whispered.
Withdrawing her mouth for a moment, she said, “I’m trying my best, Lover. But I need something hard inside me.”
Paul crawled onto the bed behind his wife. Running his fingers through the thatch of hair between her thighs, he found her wet and almost ready for him.
His fingers skimmed over her clit and she moaned into Jennie’s cunt. His fingers slid into the warm, wet slit of her pussy and he began fingering her, bringing her to climax after climax.
He guided his cock to her, and then thrust deep into her.
As Pam continued to pleasure Jennie, he fucked his wife, driving himself in and out of her, bringing her higher and higher until they both cried out and he felt her milk his cock of every drop of cum.
He was still hard, still ready for another fuck as Pam rolled off of Jennie. She propped herself up on her elbow and watched as Paul slid his cock inside the younger woman.
“What if I get pregnant?” Jennie asked, as Paul came down to lie on top of her.
Pam shrugged. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Just enjoy the ride.”
Chapter Three
Sandy lay back in the bathtub, the warm water soaking into her skin. The bubble bath caressed her, like a lover’s hands.
As she laid there, her mind drifted back…back to the time when she was the same age as Raoul. She had been married, the young bride of a man she loved very much. Sandy believed whole-heartedly in the sanctity of marriage.
Sandy did everything for her husband Shane; cooked his favorite foods every night; kept his house spotless; never complained. The only thing that gave her any pleasure was her writing.
She began reading when she was four, and writing when she was eight. She didn’t know about erotica then. Too young and innocent for that type of writing. Her stories were what a child would read and write. Her first love was animal stories but later, she discovered science fiction and westerns.
She read her first romance when she was fifteen; a romance novel her mother left on the dining room table. She loved romance novels from that day forward.
Her first erotic story was soon after she turned eighteen. She started college and went out on her first real date — Shane’s younger brother Mike.
She met Shane through Mike and fell in love. He was older — twenty-five to her eighteen; and more sophisticated…or so she thought.
Shane pursued her, sending her flowers and candy; taking her out on romantic dinners. Soon after her nineteenth birthday, he seduced her.
Sandy refused to see him, embarrassed and angered by the seduction, but he again sent her flowers, apologizing for his heavy-handedness toward her.
She believed him. A few weeks before she turned twenty, they were married.
Then she discovered that he wasn’t the man she thought he was. First, Mike came to see her a few weeks after the wedding and told her that Shane almost beat him to death over Sandy, telling his own brother that he — Shane — would have Sandy and Mike would hold his cock in his hand while Shane got Sandy in bed.
“That’s the reason I didn’t come to the wedding, Sandy. I was still in the hospital from the beating.”
Next, after almost three months of marriage, Shane started belittling her, calling her names and treating her like dirt. She had to be at his beck and call whenever and for whatever he wanted, no matter how she felt.
She went along with it, because she thought she loved him so much.
Until the day he found one of her manuscripts.
She’d always kept them well-hidden, but she’d finally found a publisher of erotic fiction and they had requested a full manuscript from her. She’d been trying since she was eighteen to find a publisher and received rejection after rejection, mostly from traditional publishers, who wanted sweet romance. She’d tried to write that, but it always ended up erotica.
Sandy had been editing, getting the manuscript ready
to send off in the mail on the following Monday. She had to go pee and while she was in the bathroom, Shane came home from work.
“What the hell is this?” he screamed at her.
“Nothing important,” she replied, coming back into the living room. She tried to take the manuscript away from him, but he was taller and stronger and held it away from her.
“Just sit down and let me see,” he said, pushing her down.
She sat down in her chair and he began reading.
“How do you know about this shit?”
She shrugged. “I just write what I feel.”
“Bitch! You’ve never done any of this with me!” he screamed at her, tossing the manuscript into her face. The pages bounced against her face, one of the pages slicing her cheek open.
“I’ve never done any of it with anyone.”
“Lying bitch! You’ve been out screwing around behind my back. Who the fuck is he? I’ll kill the son of a bitch!” He lifted her by her t-shirt and slapped her hard. “Tell me who the fuck he is!”
“I haven’t been out screwing around on you, Shane. I promise!”
“Lying, fucking bitch!” He struck her again.
Three days later, she woke up in the hospital. A nurse sat in the chair next to her bed. Sandy licked at dry lips.
“Water,” she croaked out.
The nurse rushed to her side. “You’re going to be all right, Mrs. Yates.” She allowed Sandy to sip some water.
“I want to see the police and I want to see a divorce lawyer,” Sandy told the nurse. She licked her lips again, feeling the cut there. Her right eye hurt like hell and was very blurry. She wondered if Shane had hit her so hard that he detached her cornea or retina.
The nurse nodded and left the room.
The police came first and she told them what her husband did.
“We’ve already arrested him, Mrs. Yates. He’s been in jail ever since the ambulance brought you to the hospital. Do you want to press charges against him?”
“Fuck, yes!” she screamed at the cop. “Look what he did to me!”
She went to the bathroom before the cops got there and seen her face in the mirror over the sink. My God, it’s a wonder he didn’t kill you, Sandy.
After the cops took the report, she tried to eat but her jaw was too sore.
The lawyer arrived about an hour after supper.
“Mrs. Yates? I’m Tony Hardaway,” he said. He was a few years older than her, with short blond hair and green eyes.
“How do you do?” She put her hand in his and she felt his touch in the very core of her pussy. Even though he didn’t touch her anywhere else, she could almost imagine his hands skimming over her bare skin, palming her breasts and making her nipples hard.
His fine, long-boned fingers lifted her chin. “He did quite a number on your face, didn’t he?”
The barest touch of his hand on her skin sent waves of sensual delight coursing through her body. She could feel his hands on her skin beneath her hospital gown, gently caressing her body. His warm fingers danced across her belly and up to each of her nipples. She felt her nipples harden, tightening to hard knots as he gently pinched them. She bit her lip, not wanting to moan aloud. He just sat there, nonchalant, not paying attention to what his touch was doing to her. She felt one of his hands as it slid down, his fingers worming their way under the elastic band of her panties.
“I want him out of my life. I want my maiden name back. And I want three thousand a month in support.”
“Does he make that kind of money?” Tony asked, surprised.
“He’s a tenured professor at the university. His yearly income is ninety thousand a year. Thirty-six thousand is only a drop in the bucket.”
Tony took notes, but even as he wrote, she felt his long fingers, sliding over her skin, between her thighs, finding her wet pussy and fingering her until she cried out. He stroked her naked body, thrusting in and out of her, his long, hard cock giving her more pleasure than she’d ever had before. He filled her cunt with thick, hot cum. She wished for a moment that she was alone, so she could reach down between her legs and pleasure herself, because he was making her horny without him even knowing it.
“I think I have all the information I need. I want to take some photos of your face though.”
“The police have some from when I was first brought in.”
Tony nodded. “I’ll get those too.” He rose to his feet and pulled a digital camera out of his briefcase. He snapped several photos. “I’ll get these papers typed up and then bring them here for you to sign.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. See you soon.”
As soon as he was out the door, Sandy reached under her hospital gown, her fingers rubbing her clit. Using her other hand, she pinched her nipple until she climaxed several times.
The doctor came to see Sandy the next day.
“I’m afraid I have bad news for you.” Sandy steeled herself. “Unfortunately your husband did more damage than we first realized. You will never have children.”
Sandy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She wanted children eventually, but she was only twenty-two. Too young to be saddled with a couple of kids. Now that decision would never be a part of her life.
She got everything she wanted and more. Tony put a private detective on Shane’s ass and discovered he was fucking around with one of his assistant professors. Since both were adults, there was nothing Sandy could do about it, but she named the assistant in the divorce. She also found out that Shane supported the assistant in a house he bought for her and the house was in Shane’s name. Sandy got the house and still lived there.
He married his assistant, but six months later, she divorced him too, when she herself ended up in the hospital after he beat her nearly to death.
Sandy had her first book published about a year after her divorce from Shane Yates. As soon as it came out on the shelves, she called Tony, her former lawyer. She told him her good news.
“Want to go out and celebrate?” he asked.
“I was hoping you’d ask,” she admitted.
He picked her up at eight and they went to a nice restaurant. “When will you get your advance?”
“In a couple of weeks.”
The waiter poured them a glass of wine after Tony approved it. The waiter also took their order and went to get their food.
Sandy took her shoes off, mostly because they were heels and she wasn’t used to wearing them. Nervously she swung her foot, catching the edge of Tony’s thigh with her toe.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
Tony reached beneath the table and caught her foot. She looked into his face and watched his eyes, as his fingers caressed over the ball of her foot, then up over the arch, and up over her calf.
She shivered as his hand caressed up her inner thigh, her breath harsh, even in her own ears.
“I’ve been attracted to you the day I saw you in the hospital, Sandy,” he said.
“Why didn’t you say something then?” she asked.
He smiled, his fingers caressing her skin. “I couldn’t. I was your attorney. I had to keep things professional until your divorce from Shane was final. It’s over now. It’s been a year. I’m not your attorney anymore.”
She smiled and then shivered as his hand skimmed over her thigh.
“What do you want from me, Tony?”
“To be your friend…to be your lover…”
She turned away, looking around the restaurant. “Give me time, Tony. The abuse; the divorce; the news that Shane injured me so badly that I will never have children — I’m still trying to absorb it all.”
He nodded and released her thigh. About that time, their food arrived.
Tony took her home afterward and she let herself in, wondering if she’d made the right decision of holding him at arms’ length for now.
That night, as she slept, Tony came to her in a dream.
He took her into his arms and kissed her with
a passion Shane never showed her. He undressed her and then gently laid her on a four-poster bed, surrounded by white linen drapes.
His lips closed around her nipples and she moaned as he suckled her. His fingers caressed over her belly, and then down the outside of her thighs.
Her legs fell open as he caressed between them. She gasped and arched against his hand as he skimmed his fingers over her clit.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, sliding his fingers into her cunt. She moaned and bucked against his probe. “Oh, yeah. I want to feel you come on my fingers.” He slid his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing against her nub. She moaned deeper and then bucking against his hand, she cried out and came.
“Oh, yeah!” he whispered. He came up over her and for a moment, Sandy thought he was going to enter her. Instead he kissed her deeply, and then brought his mouth down to suckle her breasts again, moving from one to the other until her nipples were hard buds.
Tony moved lower on her body, kissing and tasting each rib. “Mmm — love ribs,” he said. He nipped at her skin, driving her crazy with his tongue, teeth and lips.
“Tony… Oh, God, you’re driving me nuts,” Sandy whispered.
He chuckled. “I haven’t even started, Love.”
He moved lower, over her stomach and down between her spread thighs. Looking up at her, he grinned. “Now for the real fun!”
Spreading her nether lips, he lapped his tongue over her clit and she screamed as she came. Her fingers gripped the silken sheets beneath her.
Tony looked up at her and grinned. “That’s what I want to hear.”
Tony tasted her again, dipping his tongue deep into the cream flowing from her pussy.
He drank from her sweetness for a long time, sending her over the edge more than a dozen times.
“You know how to tell a man has had a good night of lovemaking?” Tony asked.
“No, how?”
“When he wakes up and his face looks like a glazed donut.”