Erotic Teasers

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  Nadine had flashbacks to making out with a highschool boy, and the panic that had assaulted her at the sound of the front door. It always meant that her parents were there and she’d get into trouble. That was another nice thing about college guys like Kerry—he and his roommate had their own place, so Kerry and Nadine didn’t have to worry about parents wandering in. They could do whatever they wanted here.

  “Shit!” Kerry let her panties snap back into place. “That’s Roger! He’s going to want the twenty bucks I owe him.”

  “Tell him to fuck off.” Nadine couldn’t believe that Kerry was putting their playtime on hold, just because his roommate was home. “We’re kind of busy here!”

  “He won’t take no for an answer.” Kerry hastily put on his shirt then checked to see if his pants were still zipped. “I’ve got to get out of here!”

  “What the fuck?” Nadine asked. “Fucking untie me!”

  “No time.” Kerry opened the window. “Shit! He’s walking up to the door. Cover for me! Tell him you haven’t seen me.”

  “You piece of shit!” Nadine observed.

  Kerry hopped out the window and disappeared into the outside shrubbery, leaving Nadine lying helplessly on the bed. There was a knock at the door.

  “Go away!” Nadine said. She had to figure out how to untie herself. This was humiliating.

  There was another knock, a little louder this time.

  “I haven’t seen him all day!” Nadine wondered why she was covering for him after he’d abandoned her like this. She pulled at the ropes, but they were securely tied.

  The door opened.

  “Hello?” A man entered the room hesitantly. “Where’s Kerry?”

  Great. Now this guy was calmly staring at her. He looked from Nadine’s scantily clad body to the ropes then back to Nadine. He was probably thinking that she was some kind of freak. Thanks for that, Kerry.

  “I haven’t seen him,” she lied again.

  “So…” The man was looking her over. “What, you tied yourself up? Or somebody else tied you up in Kerry’s bed?”

  Nadine groaned, dropped her head onto the pillow, and shut her eyes.

  She felt the man sit down on the bed next to her. “Let’s try this again.” The man’s voice was as smooth as silk. “I’m Roger, Kerry’s roommate. He owes me twenty bucks. Have you seen him at all today?”

  “Yes.” Nadine kept her eyes shut in humiliation. Not only did this stranger probably think that she was a perv now, he knew that she was a liar. Her voice came out low, defeated. “He went out the window just before you knocked.”

  “He just left you tied up here?” Roger acted incredulous, but he didn’t seem genuinely surprised at the news.

  Nadine nodded.

  “Well, that was pretty shitty of him,” Roger observed.

  Nadine opened her eyes. “Right?”

  She realized that Roger was sitting very close to her. She could feel the heat from his body in the cold room. She was suddenly very aware of his muscular male presence and the fact that she was tied up, completely helpless. She felt a pulse of anticipation between her legs, and she tried to shush it away without much success.

  Roger was looking at her. He was checking her out. He wasn’t openly ogling her like a complete creep, but he wasn’t pretending not to look either. When he looked at her chest, Nadine remembered how thin her shirt was. She wondered how much he could see. Just nipples, or could he make out the dark disks of her areolas? She felt her nipples start to grow hard, pushing at the flimsy fabric.

  “You know,” Roger said thoughtfully. “Maybe we could work a deal.”

  “What do you mean?” Nadine didn’t like the sound of this.

  “Kerry abandoned you here like this,” Roger said. “And he owes me some money.”

  Roger’s hand reached out. He patted Nadine’s flat stomach a couple of times, the physical contact sending an erotic jolt through her body. She was so worked up already, so turned on. Her body was primed for a man’s touch, and a man had just touched her. She flinched and tried to jump, but she was tied down thoroughly and ended up just wriggling helplessly in her bonds.

  Roger’s hand stayed where it was, just resting on her. He was looking a bit lower than his hand, looking at how her panties barely covered her pussy. He could probably see the outline very clearly, could see the contours of her aching cunt. She wanted him to touch it. Her skin was already radiating pleasantly where his hand was resting, and her body was tingling with the thought of what that hand could do just a bit farther south.

  “I have a boyfriend.” Nadine didn’t sound convincing, even to herself.

  Roger hadn’t actually said what he was proposing, hadn’t said that he wanted to fuck her instead of collecting the money that Kerry owed him, but it was clear that’s where the conversation was headed.

  “You have a boyfriend who left you tied up here,” Roger pointed out. He was looking at her again, and a small smile told Nadine that he liked what he saw. He raised his hand off her belly and ran it through the air about an inch over her body, making a slow circle from her breasts to her thighs. Nadine felt her body unconsciously lift up off the bed, trying to meet his hand. “You’re all helpless, all turned on. Any man could just walk in here and, well…you can’t really help yourself, can you? Can’t help it if Kerry left before meeting your needs?”

  Nadine was firm. “It’s not happening.”

  “Okay,” Roger said. “I guess I’ll just kind of hang out here for a while. Let me know if you change your mind.”

  He stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.

  Roger was firm.

  Nadine licked her lips, feeling her resolve melt a bit. Roger had a beautiful cock. It was big, too, bigger than Kerry’s by a wide margin.

  “Go ahead,” she told him. “I don’t care. Just don’t touch me.”

  Roger smiled. He reached down, stroking his cock idly while he looked over Nadine’s helpless body. His other hand moved toward her, hovering less than an inch over Nadine’s pussy. Her hips moved, pushing herself toward his hand, but he pulled away.

  “I’m not touching you,” he said, teasing her like one child taunting another.

  Nadine almost growled in frustration. She couldn’t take her eyes away from his erection, and her body was throbbing with need. She could feel how wet she was, how swollen with desire. Roger could probably feel it too, just from the heat rising off her pussy. She licked her lips again, watching him play with his heavy cock.

  “Man, it is hot,” Roger said. “In this room, I mean. I guess I’ll take off my shirt.”

  He pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor, revealing his washboard stomach and utterly lickable pecs. Nadine gave a little groan of frustration and hunger. “Huh. Think it’s getting a little loose?” Roger was looking at Nadine’s pussy when he spoke, but then he turned his head toward the rope on Nadine’s left wrist, the one farthest from him. He winked. “The rope, I mean. I’d better check it out.”

  Roger crawled onto the bed to inspect the knot. His hands were to Nadine’s left, supporting his body. His cock was dangling down, inches from her mouth. She caught herself trying to lean forward, to get within licking range.

  “No,” he said. “I think it’s still nice and tight. Guess you’re trapped.”

  His body changed positions, and Nadine found herself lunging, catching the head of Roger’s cock in her mouth. She let out a satisfied moan around a mouthful of male flesh.

  “Hey, now!” Roger said. “Does that mean you’ve changed your mind?”

  Nadine didn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. She did give him the satisfaction of a lick, as he shifted to give her better access. He moved his torso back and up, until he was kneeling next to her head, his penis still in her mouth. She couldn’t get much of him into her, just the first inch or so. She found herself making frantic noises of need, sucking hard, trying to get more of him into her mouth. Roger thrust forward, filling her with him. />
  He was so thick that her jaw opened painfully wide to accommodate him, and he was so long that he was at the back of her throat almost immediately. She choked a bit, and he backed off to a more comfortable depth. She wanted to pull her head away, to tell him to just untie her and let her go, but his hand had found her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. Nadine moaned around Roger’s thick cock, feeling an electric jolt of pleasure shoot through her breast.

  His hand moved to her pussy, and all thoughts of resistance were lost. This was all Kerry’s fault anyway; he should never have run out on her, certainly not after getting her so turned on, not when she was all tied up like this. On any other day, she believed that she could have resisted Roger’s advances, but right now she was completely powerless.

  Roger rubbed his hand up and down Nadine’s pantycovered pussy, and she rocked her hips, pressing herself back against his hand. He pulled her panties aside, sliding his fingers down her slit then back up, teasing her labia, parting her inner lips. He placed two fingers on her clitoris, making small circles, pushing against the most desperate part of her. She could feel her pussy flowering open for him, feel her body’s hunger to have him inside of her.

  Roger suddenly pulled away from her. His cock left her mouth, and his fingers abandoned her aching pussy. “Well,” he said. “If you’re not going to change your mind and let me fuck you, then I guess there’s nothing that I can do.”

  He knew damned well that he could do anything he wanted, that Nadine not only couldn’t stop him, but that she’d wantonly welcome it. He was just being cruel, forcing her to say it aloud.

  “I . . . ” Nadine was reluctant to commit. She didn’t want to vocalize her betrayal of Kerry, even though he’d already betrayed her. Fuck it. “I changed my mind. I want you to fuck me.”

  Roger smiled triumphantly.

  “But Kerry doesn’t owe you that twenty dollars anymore!” Nadine added. She wasn’t sure why that felt like a triumph, when all that it really meant was that she was more of a whore than a slut. It shouldn’t have felt better to have the pretense that she was fucking this guy to clear her boyfriend’s debt instead of her own stirredup lust, but somehow it did.

  Roger shrugged. Then he pulled up Nadine’s shirt, and sucked on her tits. Lightning shot through her nipples as Roger’s mouth and tongue worked on her, making her pussy grow all the wetter. If Roger didn’t do something about it soon, she was afraid that she’d end up leaking onto the bed. She could already feel moisture leaving her pussy, working its way down to her asshole.

  Roger stood up. He watched her helplessly writhe in wanton need for him. He took off his shoes, socks, and pants while she waited in frustrated anticipation. Finally he was naked. He knelt by her head again, and she greedily wrapped her lips over his cock. She could taste the precome leaking out of him.

  “Of course,” Roger said, “I want to fuck you. I mean, there’s nothing I want more right now than to just stick my dick right inside that tight little pussy of yours. But you’ve got your clothes on, and I don’t see how I can get them off of you, what with you being all tied up like that.”

  Nadine took her mouth away from his hot, hard flesh long enough to say, “Untie me!”

  “No, I don’t think I can do that.” Roger guided her mouth to his balls. She licked them then took one of his testicles into her mouth, sucking on it. “This is Kerry’s room, and you’re his girlfriend. If he left you tied up, I don’t think it’d be right for me to untie you without asking him. That would be just plain wrong of me.”

  Nadine pulled her mouth away again. “Just push them aside. I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

  “What?” Roger feigned shock. “You mean, just push your panties aside, push your little shirt up and fuck you around them? But that would be uncivilized. That’s how a slut fucks, and you’re not a slut, right?”

  Roger’s hand went back to her pussy, teasing her cruelly through the thin cloth. She could feel the material getting wet from her body. Nadine whimpered. She wanted Roger to pull her clothes aside, to fuck her like a slut. She wanted that so much, but she didn’t want to say it. Then she thought of another way.

  “Just rip them off of me,” she said. “I don’t care.” Roger nodded briefly, then he pounced.

  Suddenly his cock was no longer near her mouth. Roger was kneeling between her helplessly outstretched legs, his fingers wrapped in the light fabric of her shirt. He pulled, ripping her shirt right down the center, exposing her chest completely. He looked at her for a moment, as if memorizing the sight of his roommate’s girlfriend, bound and topless on the bed. Then he grabbed the crotch of her thin panties with his large, powerful hands and tore the crotch wide open.

  A few more powerful rips and the scraps of her purple panties were tossed aside onto the bed next to her. Roger rubbed his cock against Nadine’s labia, but he didn’t slide in yet. He took his time, playing with her breasts, making her body ache even more for him. She moved her hips, desperately trying to work his cock into her body, but he denied her.

  “You know,” Roger said. “Those clothes probably cost a lot more than twenty dollars. I’m not sure that Kerry is coming out ahead in this deal after all.”

  Nadine realized that he was right, that her lust to be taken had destroyed any pretense that she was doing this for money or to help Kerry out in some perverse way. After ripping away Nadine’s meager clothing, Roger had ripped away her last remaining illusions, leaving her completely exposed for what she was—a naked, helpless creature controlled only by her own lust.

  Nadine’s eyes went wide with realized shame, and that was when Roger’s massive cock penetrated her with one swift motion. To her further humiliation, that was also when Nadine came the first time.

  Her body exploded with embarrassed bliss the moment that he was fully inside of her, his pelvis bumping up against her trembling clit. Nadine cried out, actually screaming, her climax was so sudden and powerful. Her mind was washed away in a surge of overwhelming sensation, lightning exploding through her body, leaving her aware only of Roger’s cock, of his chest pressed against her breasts, of her clit grinding helplessly against him, of the unprecedented pleasure that was making her body buck, spasm, and thrash against the ropes that held her down.

  Roger kept moving, kept fucking her. His cock was stretching her so wide, filling her so deep, the orgasm didn’t seem like it would ever end. When it finally did, another one smashed into her and another one after that. Nadine lost herself completely, crying out, screaming, saying filthy things.

  “Fuck my cunt, my cunt, fuck, fuck my cunt!” she said at one point, her words sometimes interrupted midsyllable, as Roger’s cock pushed gasps and moans out of her body. He relentlessly pistoned away inside of her until she lost count of orgasms, until she lost herself completely. She might have passed out.

  She came back to herself again when she felt him pulling his cock out of her, leaving her pussy feeling empty, stretched and abandoned. Had he come? Did he come inside her? He hadn’t been wearing a condom!

  No, he hadn’t come. Roger was kneeling over her, stroking himself furiously until he let out a series of grunts. Nadine felt warm splats of semen fall across her torso, hitting her breasts, chest, and stomach. When Roger’s cock had fully emptied itself onto her, he climbed off the bed.

  “Whew,” Roger said. “You’re a great piece of ass! Kerry’s a lucky guy. He can borrow more money from me any time he likes, as long as he keeps dating you.”

  Nadine’s face was flushed red with lurid shame and afterglow.

  Roger gathered up his clothing. He started to put them on.

  “Wait!” Nadine cried. “You have to untie me!” “Nah,” Roger said. “Like I said, it’d be rude to untie you without permission from Kerry. It’s his room, and you’re his girlfriend, after all.”

  Roger walked out of the room. He shut the door behind him, leaving Nadine as tied up as when he found her, only now she was fucked, covered with come, and lying in shreds of clot
hing.

  Later, Nadine heard the front door close. She knew that Kerry would come back now that Roger was gone. He’d find her here, like this, and he’d be outraged. He’d be furious with her, and she had no defense except that he should have never left her so helpless and horny.

  They’d make up somehow, they had to. Nadine would do whatever it took to keep Kerry, even though he’d abandoned her. She’d make it up to him somehow, let him do whatever thing he wanted to her just so long as he didn’t leave her, as long as he stayed her boyfriend. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing him, not now.

  Then, after they were a solid couple again, she’d find a way to make him borrow more money from Roger.

  COMING AND GOING

  Tiffany Reisz

  Nora didn’t want to go.

  She sat up in bed to stare at the beauty before her. Outside the window, the world had gone white. Ice encased the bare tree branches and the dozing grapevines. The hills were hidden under a shroud of silvery snow. The windowpanes had been hand-painted by Jack Frost and Robert Frost was hard at work in heaven, writing poems about them.

  But that wasn’t the beauty that caught Nora’s eye. She ignored the snow, the ice, the glinting winter moonlight.

  The view she could not take her eyes from was not outside the window at all. It was in her bed.

  Nico.

  Nico, only twenty-five, eleven years her junior. Nico, her submissive, her property, her knight, her friend. Nico, who had a life in France that he could not leave. And Nora, who had a life in New Orleans that she would not leave. Except for a month or two here and there and only for Nico.

  She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. In two hours they would be leaving for the airport. It was the morning of January 30 and she wouldn’t see Nico again until April. She’d kiss him good-bye in winter and when she kissed him again, it would be spring.