by Kelsie Spits
The brunette kept the shaft of her fake dick inside Taylor’s pussy while she moved her hand around the girl’s leg and started rubbing her clit. Taylor reached behind her to grab Alex’s hair, stretching her neck and giving her companion full access to the soft skin on there. Alex wasted no time nibbling on the blonde woman’s pulse point. The brunette moved her hips back and forth, trying to get her dick to go as deep as humanly possible inside Taylor’s pussy. Alex was trying her best to concentrate on fucking the girl as she herself was lost in the pleasure she was feeling. The dildo was pressing against her g-spot and it was slowly driving her insane.
Taylor, in turn, felt like she was having a lust overdrive what with the older woman simultaneously stimulating her in three different was: Alex was fucking her pussy, massaging her clit, and sucking on her neck. She’d have to be a mutant in order not to have a mind-blowing orgasm right there and then. Alex, however, had other plans. She didn’t want Taylor to come again just yet. She pulled out abruptly and stood up, extending a hand so the younger girl could do the same. She led Taylor around Montgomery’s desk and sat on the man’s leather chair before pulling the blonde girl to sit on her lap.
“Oh, God,” Taylor moaned as she lowered herself on Alex’s fake cock, her eyes fluttering closed as her pussy swallowed the shaft whole. The blonde girl started grinding her hips against Alex’s, riding her cock in deliciously slow manner. Alex moaned loudly; the part of the shaft that was inside her was making her go even crazier in this position. Taylor lifted her butt and plopped down on Alex’s lap again, and again, and again. She ground her hips back and forth ferociously, her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode Alex with all her strength. Taylor’s movements were getting sloppier by the second as she approached her climax once again. Alex held firmly onto Taylor’s hips, trying to keep the woman in place. Both women were sweaty by now, their muscles sore but in a delicious way. Taylor screamed out Alex’s name as a wave of pleasure took over her body, sending jolts of electricity all over her body. The brunette wrapped her tattooed arms around Taylor, her eyes own eyes rolling to the back of her head as they came together.
Once both women came down from their post-coital high, Taylor got off Alex’s lap, whining as the strap-on slipped out from her still sensitive pussy. The freshman student laid back down on the carpet and slicked back her hair, still trying to even her breathing. Alex, still craving for more, hopped out of the chair and settled herself between Taylor’s thighs, lifting the younger woman’s legs up. The blonde girl spread her legs in the air and held onto her knees while Alex pushed her cock inside her again. Taylor had never done it in this position before but, God, she wished she had. Her legs were wide open, giving Alex total access to fuck her pussy hard and deep. The older woman moved her hips back and forth, her buttocks contracting as she thrust into Taylor’s wet center.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taylor groaned while Alex pounded into her at full speed and full force. The older woman was being merciless with her fucking and Taylor was beyond herself in pleasure. This was way too good. Alex was way too good at this. The brunette brought her hand to massage Taylor’s clit while she banged her, using four fingers to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves in circular motions. Because she was using almost her entire hand, Alex was touching other parts of Taylor’s pussy as well, which was driving the girl insane. Alex spread her folds as she fucked her and when the older woman touched her clit again, pinching it hard between two fingers, Taylor screamed out in pleasure as she was hit with yet another orgasm. Alex continued pounding into her even as she came, which only served to add to the intensity of her climax. Taylor could swear she was transcending into another dimension as she rode the last waves of her powerful, earth-shattering orgasm.
“Jesus Christ,” Alex growled as she came, too. The older woman pulled out of Taylor’s pussy and laid down right next to the blonde girl. “Okay, I’m drained now.” She breathed out. Taylor could only chuckle in response; she had no energy to do anything other than that. Their fuck session had been more intense than what she was used to in bed, and the young woman was having a hard time fighting against the overwhelming sleepiness that was taking over her body.
“Why did you have that in your backpack?” Taylor mumbled, referring to the dildo.
Alex smirked. “I knew you wanted me. I could hear it in your voice through the phone.”
Taylor rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so cocky.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining about my cockiness a minute ago,” The brunette said. “Now, when will we meet again? I think you might still need my tutoring.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 3
Cold feet wasn’t strong enough to describe what I was feeling. It didn’t encompass it, not even slightly. The stress and terror never left me. It was always hanging over me, pressing down on my shoulders and chest until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Truth be told, I was suffocating. I’d been told that wedding planning was pure Hell, but I hadn’t quite believed the stories. Only when we descended into the madness did I begin to understand.
These people were predatory. Without a wedding planner, caterers and venues and even florists would hike up the prices as soon as they heard the word wedding. It was my worst nightmare. We were scurrying around trying to secretly plan for our event, all the while trying to keep the costs down.
More often than not, I went to bed with aching feet and a pounding head. Hours spent after work and college, traipsing around town as I tried to find the best goddamn deal for a main course of salmon.
Several times during the process, I’d considered whether it was worth marrying Sophia at all. With the stress, the anger, and the frustration all piling on, it was just too much for me to handle. It was all boiling over, making it hard for me to live my life.
I didn’t know if it was going to be worth it in the end. Almost all other couples I’d spoken to said it was the best decision they had ever made, but I wasn’t sure that I could take their word for it.
Not only had all our friends lived together before getting hitched, but they’d shared important live events with each other as well. They’d slept together, cried together, and laughed together.
Sophia, however, had refused me at every turn. She’d held back from me, kept herself guarded and closed off. Sometimes I wonder if I even truly knew her. She never let me inside her head, not even for a second.
Marry me, she’d said, then we can truly be together.
So, like an idiot, I’d proposed. And then the planning started.
I leaned back into the couch cushions and let out a long, heavy sigh. My back hurt, my eyes were sore, but the worst part of it all was that my heart was unsure.
I didn’t know if I was jumping into this because I wanted to get laid or if it was because I truly loved Sophia. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but I needed to find out what my true feelings were.
So, I sat there, reclining on my couch as I tried to think. Did I want to escape? Or did I want to stay and see if it worked? It seemed like a pretty big gamble, but there was always divorce if things didn’t turn out right.
All these thoughts rushed through my mind, sweeping away my sense of self and morals. There was no right answer in all of this.
If I broke off the engagement, I would break Sophia’s heart. She didn’t deserve that. Although she was deeply religious and sometimes high-maintenance, that didn’t mean she was a bad person.
No. The only thing I could do was just carry on with my life and hope for the best.
I leaned forward and placed my elbows on my knees. My head shifted forward until my hands were cupping it, holding it up. I could feel my nose crushed against my palms but I just didn’t care enough to move.
The weight of the world was leaning on my back, threatening to squash me to death. All I wanted to do was run off into the night and start a new life somewhere, free off this r
esponsibility and bullshit.
And then it hit me: I could do exactly that.
I lifted my head from my palms and gazed around my apartment. The walls were covered in old, crumbling paint and the furniture was basic at best. Worn holes were all over the couch and none of my dining table chairs matched.
The whole place was a mess. Worse, none of it meant anything to me. I would have been perfectly happy just walking out of my front door and never seeing any of this bullshit again.
And that’s exactly what I was going to do. I rushed into my bedroom and grabbed the duffel bag from underneath my bed. I threw all of my clothes into it as quickly as I could, leaving the closet door wide open and the dresser drawers half-hanging out.
I didn’t care. None of it mattered. I was going to leave, disappear into the night, never to return. I didn’t have to leave the apartment looking neat and tidy.
There was a bounce in my step and a lightness in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in months. All of the worry was washing away from me, vanishing until there was nothing left in my heart besides joy and excitement.
Just as I left my bedroom, duffel bag slung over my shoulder, I heard my apartment door unlock. The familiar sound of the metal key clicking into the lock rung through my ears loudly. I watched in horror as the door swung open. I stood there, frozen on the spot, praying that the person on the other side of the door was not Sophia.
A mess of curly blonde hair was the first thing I saw. Instantly, my whole body relaxed and a huge sigh of relief came out of my mouth.
“Pam,” I said, moving toward the door. “What are you doing here?”
Sophia’s step-mother whirled around on her heels. Clearly, my presence spooked her. She lifted her right hand up to her chest, pressing her palm against it, as she tried to calm herself down with steady breaths.
“Sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Her gray eyes shot daggers at me but I knew she wasn’t serious—the corners of her pouty mouth were playfully curling upwards.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
It was only then that I noticed what was tucked beneath her arm: a stack of magazines and papers, obviously meant for me.
Pamela lifted her elbow, showing me the magazines she’d brought. I could see some bridal magazines but there were others wedged in there too. Tuxes, flowers, caterers.
My nightmares were coming back to haunt me.
“Sophia wanted you to have these,” Pamela said. “You’ll have to ask her why. She told me what she wanted you to do with it all but I can’t remember.”
Pamela brought her palm up from her chest and touched herself on the forehead.
“Head like a sieve,” she shrugged. “Anyway, she just wanted me to drop these off so I’ll—”
Her voice trailed off as she noticed the duffel bag hung over my shoulder, my arm hanging over it protectively. It only took a second for her face to change. She frowned deeply at me, causing a little wrinkle to appear between her dark eyebrows.
“Seth,” she said my name in a warning tone. “What’s going on?”
Heat flushed into my cheeks. She’d caught me in the act. I couldn’t exactly lie my way out of this, could I?
“Seth,” she said my name again, harsher this time. “Please, tell me one of your out-of-town relatives has been taken ill.”
I couldn’t stop myself from cringing. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
Pamela dropped the magazines. “Fuck,” she whispered.
She moved around to the couch and slumped into it. I stood there for a moment, shocked at her reaction. I’d expected yelling, curse words, spittle flying through the air as she pointed her finger in my face.
I stood there, in the middle of my living room, feeling incredibly awkward. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I wanted to leave but I couldn’t just leave Pam there. She hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, she’d been nicer than anyone else, including Sophia. Leaving her to deal with this mess just wouldn’t be right.
I dumped my bag onto the floor and sat down on the couch beside her. She was staring off into space, her lips slightly parted. I could see the thoughts churning behind her eyes, taking over her entire body.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I tried.”
That seemed to knock Pam out of her daze. She turned her head to me and scowled hard.
“Did you?” she asked. “Did you really?”
I felt myself wither beneath her gaze. The fury coming from her eyes was palpable, heating the air between us.
“As far as I can see, you’re not trying at all,” Pam said angrily. “As soon as things got a little hard, you just packed a bag and left.”
“It’s…” I tried to think of something to say to absolve myself.
There was nothing.
“It’s what?” Pam asked.
“It’s not like that,” I tried to argue. “You don’t understand the problems we’ve been having.”
“Problems?” Pam scoffed. “What problems could you two possibly have? You’re so young. Life hasn’t thrown you any problems yet.”
For a moment, I considered how wrong it would be to confide in Sophia’s step-mom. I didn’t have anyone in my life that I could open up to and she was right there, beside me, listening to every word I said.
“I feel like she’s trapping me into marriage,” I said carefully. “Whenever I ask her to do something, she tells me that we can do it when we’re married.”
I didn’t want to tell her about our problems outright, so I darted around the issues and kept myself vague. Pam wasn’t falling for that, though.
“What do you want to do?” Pam asked.
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I want to live with her, spend more time with her than a double of two-hour dates a week, spend the night with her. I feel like we’re strangers.”
“So why did you propose?” Pam asked. “If you really feel that way, why bother?”
“Because I thought it would bring us closer,” I moaned. “I thought that if we got engaged, something would change.”
Pam smiled a little. It wasn’t from happiness, though. I could see the disappointment in her expression, as well as the disbelief.
“Honey, nothing’s going to change with her,” she said slowly. “Sophia will do what she wants. There’s nothing you can do to change that.”
I felt the frown etch itself onto my forehead as I digested her words. The more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. Sophia kept moving the goal posts to get what she wanted out of me.
A crushing weight pressed into my chest. I could have sworn I felt my ribs snapping beneath the pressure. I took in a rattling breath as I thought about everything I’d done for her in hopes that we would grow closer.
“Oh, honey,” Pam cooed beside me.
She scooted across the couch, pressing her thigh against mine, and cupped her hand on my cheek.
“It’s okay,” she said gently. “Just breathe.”
I tried to take her advice, inhaling a shaky breath through my nose. My mind was spiraling. Now that my eyes had been opened, I knew I couldn’t continue down this path. My life was going to change and I wasn’t sure it was going to be for the better.
“Come on,” Pam sighed. “This isn’t the end of your life. You’re young, you’re cute, you’ll figure this out.”
The words she used bounced around the inside of my skull, my mind solely focusing on cute. As much as I tried to pretend I didn’t hear it, I couldn’t. She’d said the word and I had latched onto it.
The fact that she found my attractive felt almost foreign to me. For years I’d been rejected and turned down, over and over and over again. It was soul-crushing. It made me believe that no one in the world would ever want to be with me.
But Pam had just shattered those misconceptions. An older woman—a woman who knew what she was talking about, no less—had told me that I was attractive. Cute, even.
I felt all of my i
nsecurities wash away within seconds. Confidence filled my body and my mind, fueling my muscles with an energy I had never felt before. I could feel it coursing through me, pumping me up and making my entire body tingle.
I came back to my senses in time to see Pam staring at me with a small frown on her face.
“Cute?” I asked.
It was the only thing on my mind. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. It was the only word that I could think of, the only word that would willingly come out of my mouth.
“Cute?” I asked again.
“Yes, honey,” she said gently, her hand moved to my knee and her fingers squeezed me gently. “You’re cute.”
I wasn’t sure if it was because of my new-found confidence, or because of all the endorphins rushing through my body, but I realized just how beautiful Pam was.
Sure, her blonde hair was a mess of curls that looked completely untameable, and her eyes were surrounded in little wrinkles, but it was like she was the first person in the world who really saw me.
I felt electricity rolling through my skin where her palm was touching me, sending shocks and shivers rolling through my legs and reaching all the way down to my toes.
Having a woman touch me like that put me out of my comfort zone. I’d never been touched below the waist by someone who thought I was cute. My heart started to hammer in my chest and a rush of saliva drowned my tongue.
Before I could really think about what was happening, I felt Pam’s hand gently slide up my thigh. All of the breath got caught in my body as I desperately tried to control myself.
My body responded almost instantly. My pants tightened as my cock grew beneath the material, my blood rushing down to the spot between my legs.
I felt my cheeks flush red-hot as it started to dawn on me what was happening. Pam was stroking my thigh. My fiancée’s step-mom was running her had up my leg, heading for my crotch.