Just the Tip Short stories of love and lust

by Aria Grace et al

  Kris Kendall, Aria Grace, Boot LS, Constella Espj, Elaine Shuel, Tempest C. Avery, Xavier Harrington, Aria Grace, Boot LS, Elaine ShuelFirst Christmas

  Beg Me

  Lighthouse

  Erotica Author Bares All

  Echo

  Chapter 1:

  Epilogue: Present Day

  OPT

  Just Warming Up

  A Family Christmas

  The Love Doctor

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  Kris Kendall, Aria Grace, Boot LS, Constella Espj, Elaine Shuel, Tempest C. Avery, Xavier Harrington, Aria Grace, Boot LS, Elaine Shuel

  Just the Tip: Short stories of love and lust

  First Christmas

  by Aria Grace

  Working late is never fun but when you have to do it on Christmas Eve, it’s downright depressing. I was there partly by choice and partly by circumstance but as the hours ticked away, so did my cheery disposition. Since my parents ditched me for a white Christmas in New York with my brother, I had no reason not to spend the entire month of December working my ass off trying to meet an unrealistic deadline. No one else in the office seemed concerned about it but they must have known that I’d get the work done since I had no family in town and no social life to speak of. Hooray for me.

  The heater kept kicking in and the flicker light of my computer screen was giving me a headache so I stepped out onto the second floor deck for some air. The office building that I work in shares a parking lot with a motel that caters to the businesses in the area. It looked fairly deserted until a light across from me flicked on. I was about to head back into the office when I caught a glimpse of a guy that just walked into the room directly across from the deck I was standing on. He had obviously come from a Christmas party because he carried a shopping bag that he flung onto the credenza as he walked to the bed. He slipped off his jacket and looked through his phone for a moment.

  I was feeling a little guilty about watching him, and was about to look away, when I saw him pull his sweater over his head. Holy hell, this man was beautiful. Even from across the parking lot, I could see that he was extremely well built. He was golden tan and had abs that I wanted to trace with my tongue. He loosened his belt and let his pants fall just as quickly as his sweater. I knew it was wrong to stare, but I couldn’t get my legs to move. I waited for him to close the curtains so I could take my soggy panties back into the office but he didn’t. He tossed his phone onto the table and opened his balcony door. It was a cool night so I knew he wouldn’t be out there long in just his boxers but I wanted to enjoy the show for as long as possible. It’d been over year since I’d had any action that wasn’t battery operated and even I wasn’t interested in fucking myself anymore.

  He was staring up at the sky with one elbow braced on the door frame while his other hand brushed up and down his belly a few times before creeping down to his crotch. He squeezed his balls before stroking back up the length of his cock through the outside of his boxers. God, he was hot. I didn’t realize that I was mimicking his actions until I kicked up my foot to the top of the deck railing and let my own hand find my moist center. Just watching him lazily stroke his cock through his cotton boxers was hot enough to make me dripping wet, but when I looked up and saw him staring at me, I shuddered and almost came right then. I froze in horror at being caught, even though my cunt was throbbing harder than it had in years. I waited for him to make a move and when he did, I was shocked.

  He hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his boxers and in one move dropped them from his hips and released his glorious cock. It was standing at full attention and was massive. It was huge from a distance so I could only imagine what it was like up close. What I wouldn’t give to feel that beautiful rod up close. After letting me stare unabashedly for a few moments, he took his cock in his hands and started working it again. He swapped each fist, one after the other, pushing down from the head to the base. It was so sexy. I stepped out of my panties and had my skirt pulled up to my waist as I fucked myself with my hand. I was never very good at masturbating without a vibrator but he provided enough stimulation that I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come.

  He lifted his left hand to his right nipple and rolled it around between his fingers. He leaned into his hand a bit and I convulsed in pleasure. I yanked my own sweater over my head and pulled my tits out from the top of my bra. Thank God I was wearing a lacy bra! I lifted one of my full breasts to my mouth and sucked my nipple while the first wave of my orgasm rocked through my body. My knee wanted to buckle but it was too good. He was stroking his cock vigorously and was grabbing his balls when he also started to shake. I gently bit my nipple again while rubbing my clit until my arm muscles were exhausted and let the waves of pleasure over take me. I hadn’t had an orgasm, or orgasms, like that in…ever. I whimpered when it was finally over.

  My mystery man seemed equally spent but he didn’t close his curtains and he didn’t go back in. He just stood and stared, watching to see what I would do. I was feeling bold after that so I took my bra fully off and gently kneaded my breasts. I could see his smirk and his dick start to twitch a little. Maybe there would be a round two in my future?

  He made a gesture for me to wait for him and then he turned on his heel and went into his room. He stepped into his pants and grabbed his jacket and then disappeared from the room. Panicking, convinced that he had called security and was rounding up some kind of swat team for the perverted to come get me, I quickly gathered up my clothes and turned back into the office. As I was closing the door, I peeked out one last time and saw him walking across the parking lot to my building. Holy shit!

  I slipped my sweater over my head without bothering to put on my bra or panties and walked to the hallway. From the top of the stairs, I could see him walking up to meet me. A part of me wondered if he was going to murder me and another part of me considered the security cameras in the building…but mostly I just stared with a goofy grin on my face.

  “ Hi,” he said when he reached the top of the stairs, just a few feet from where I stood gaping at him.

  “ Hi.” It seemed a little silly to bother pleasantries at that point but it was cute.

  “ I just had to come and meet you. I hope you don’t mind.” He had green eyes that twinkled in the light of the enormous Christmas tree that the stairs surrounded.

  “ Not at all. I’m glad-” Before I could finish, he stepped up to me and covered my mouth with his own. I could feel the raw need in his touch. I was just as needy and wanted to feel every inch of his body. I let one hand snake around his neck and the other slide under his sweater to his warm, hard back. He grabbed my sweater and had it over my head and on the ground before I realized we weren’t kissing anymore. I started to pull up his when he grabbed it and flung it off. He buried his face between my tits and used his hands to unzip my shirt and push it past my hips. Within 60 seconds of his arrival at the top of the staircase, we were both naked and out of breath.

  He walked me up to a wall and lifted me by my ass cheeks. I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt his shaft poke the tip of my entrance. I tilted down just enough for his head to enter me and that was all that it took. With a grunt, he pressed fully into me. I relished the feeling of having his full length rubbing across my clit as he penetrated me. He was longer than most but on the thin side so it just felt perfect. I could have ridden that rod for hours. Unfortunately, my traitorous body had other ideas. Entirely too soon, I felt the deep inner spasms of another orgasm. I came hard against his body and left a wet trail from his belly button to the base of his cock with the way I was sliding along him. I couldn’t get enough of him inside of me.


  When I was done with what felt like a neverending orgasm, I leaned into the crook of his neck to catch my breath. He was still pumping hard and I knew he was getting close to coming as well. He used one thigh to brace my body weight as he pulled out and finished with his hand. He shot his thick cream on my tits and face while moaning into my neck. I rubbed it into my skin and loving the warm silkiness of it. We both slid down the wall to the floor and spent a few moments recovering.

  Just when I started to regain my senses and feel the mortification of what I’d just done, he gave me a quick peck on the nose and stood up. He quickly got dressed and handed me my skirt and sweater.

  “ Merry Christmas,” he said, noticing it was after midnight.

  “ Um, Merry Christmas to you too, I guess.” I didn’t know how to respond to that.

  “ Do you want to come over for a drink? I think I have a bottle of wine in my room.” He had a sexy smirk that made me want to climb up his body and ride him again.

  “ That sounds nice.” I gathered up the clothes that I had left on the deck and got dressed. He waited patiently while I shut down my computer and met him back at the staircase.

  “ I’m Nick, by the way.” Oh, right. I didn’t actually know the name of the guy I’d just fucked in my office. Nice.

  “ I’m Amy. And, for the record, I don’t usually do this. I’m really not as slutty as you might think.” I could feel my face burning in shame but it had to be said.

  He stopped me on the stairs and turned me slightly to face him. “Nice to meet you, Amy. And, for the record, I know you’re not a slut. I’m sure you’ve never done this before but I’m really glad you did tonight. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” His deep voice was only a whisper but I could feel it vibrating through my whole body. I was getting wet again and we hadn’t even made it out of the building.

  I was feeling bold by his confession so I decided to push him a little bit. “Should I assume this isn’t your M.O. either? Seducing women in their workplace and taking them home?” He pinched my ass and then patted it as we continued walking down the stairs.

  “ Nope, this was a first for me. Hell, I haven’t even had sex in ages. I’ve been traveling a lot for work and just stopped in town for a few days to visit my folks. You have no idea how glad I am that you were working late tonight.” He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me against the side of his chest. I felt safe and warm in his embrace in a way that I hadn’t felt since I was a child.

  We went into his room and he poured two glasses of wine. We chatted about work and our lives for a while and then he stopped and stared at me. I wondered if I had something on my face or in my teeth when he broke his silence. “You are so beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you.”

  “ Thank you,” I whispered shyly. I’ve never been good at taking compliments and this was too intimate.

  He reached for my hand and led me to the bed. I sat with my legs spread while he stood between my legs. He gently pushed me back on the bed and he kissed me. I felt his lips lightly brush mine before they moved across my jaw and to my earlobe. He moaned softly into my ear and his hot breath created fireworks in my belly. I squirmed against his thigh, desperate to create some friction against my clit. I pulled at his hair with one hand and his cock with the other. I couldn’t free it from his clothes fast enough. Once it was in my hand I knew I needed to taste it. I pushed him off of me and he rolled onto the bed while I scooted down to take a closer look. His manhood was perfect. It was thick and cut in a perfect shaft. I hungrily took it into my mouth until I was balls deep. I created a tight suction that caused him to thrust even deeper. He reached around my ass and slid two fingers into me, following the same rhythm as my mouth. I let my teeth drag against the underside of his cock as I pulled up and felt his balls tighten. I ground against his hand, letting my clit press on his leg as his hand worked my insides. He definitely knew how to let his fingers do the walking.

  When I could feel his movements change from long and fluid to quick and short, I knew he was close. I kneeled closer to his ass and fully relaxed my throat, taking his entire shaft in and holding it there while I pumped his base and balls with my first. He shot down my throat and into my mouth as I slightly pulled back. He tasted delicious. I licked up every drop and climbed up to kiss him. His tongue dove to meet mine and I knew he was tasting himself in my mouth. The sensation of sharing his come with him, while he was finger fucking me, pushed me over the edge of ecstasy. I shuddered and pulsed against him while he expertly drew out multiple orgasms from me.

  I finally fell in a heap onto his chest. He twirled my hair around his finger while tracing the lines of my back.

  “ I think I could get used to this,” he said into the top of my head.

  “ Mmmhhhh.” My brain was mush and I couldn’t quite comprehend his words. I could only feel.

  That was our first date, first fuck and first Christmas all rolled into one. Four years later, we still try to outdo our Christmas gifts to each other. Last year, we exchanged vows. This year I’ve invited a work friend from overseas to stay with us. I can’t wait to see what he gives me!

  Beg Me

  by Boot LS

  “ With a stroke length anywhere from two to ten inches, up to three hundred strokes per minute, and an engine at a full horse power of torque, this thing could all but split you in two.” He might have been talking about a power tool. Hell, he could've been talking about his car. I wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He's just a grunting boy with his tools, showing off to impress his new girlfriend.

  At least, that's how I would think of it normally. But as my struggle against the ropes makes me drift slowly back around and I see what he's talking about, I know it's not just some tool. Not just a machine.

  There's a dildo screwed onto the end of a long piston. And an engine on the other end of the piston. That's not a machine. It's a fucking machine. And there is no way that dildo is going to fit between my legs. Not without a lot of lube and a very, very slow start.

  “ Do you like it, Cat?”

  I struggle again against the rope. My heels rub against my ass, and I try to flex my fingers. But the rope won't let me move any more than that. There isn't any pressure; he's a good rigger. The rope is soft. But I'm not going anywhere.

  “ You look so beautiful hanging there,” he says. He leaves his machine where I can see it and runs a finger over the ridges of the rope, tracing the patterns of the knots. “Are you comfortable?”

  I give him a sarcastic smirk, but the truth is that I actually am. The ropes distribute the weight to the point where I feel completely weightless. “It's not bad,” I say.

  He chuckles, then his fingers run up my leg. Gently, softly, he touches me, sliding between my lips in that soft teasing way he knows how to do so well. I moan softly. It's nowhere near enough, but it's a start.

  “ Seems like it's more than just 'not bad,'” he says. He leans over and gently blows between my legs, sending a shiver through my entire body.

  He laughs again and walks back to the machine. For just a second, he turns it on, and I get to watch it work. It pumps and thrusts with the kind of force you'd expect in a jackhammer. That thing is going to tear me apart.

  “ No way,” I say. “Not a chance.”

  He turns back and gently rubs my cheek. Normally, this is when he'd run his hands through my hair. But my hair is otherwise occupied, braided in with the rope. “Are you calling it quits already?” he asks. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little strand of leather. The studs are diamonds. “Don't you want this?”

  The collar twinkles in the light. I lick my lips.

  “ You wanted to be mine,” he says. “I told you there was going to be a test.”

  My eyes flick from the diamonds to the machine, still humming and pounding back and forth. “I don't think I can,” I say.

  He shakes his head. Then he shrugs. “I'll cut you down.”

  “ No, wait!” Those look like real d
iamonds. He wasn't kidding. This would be for real. “If I do this, that's it? I'm yours? You claim me?”

  He nods. “As my slave,” he says. “Forever.”

  I bite my lip. Let out a bit of a whimper. “It's not that I don't want to,” I say. “I'm just-” I look back at the machine. “I just think I'm going to need a bit of help.”

  He laughs at that, gives my clit a light tap. “I had a feeling that would be the problem,” he says. “But don't worry. I thought ahead.”

  He puts his fingers to his lips and whistles.

  Her heels make a solid sound on the floor as she walks in. I can't see her, though. She's behind me. “Cat,” he says, “I want you to meet Kit.”

  I roll my eyes. “No candy bar jokes, please.”

  Kit laughs. It's a deep, throaty laugh. Confident, assured. And dangerous.

  She walks into my line of vision. She's beautiful. Taller than me. Dark skin. Red nails, red boots, red leather corset. She smiles at me, but there's an angry glint in her eyes.

  She keeps her eyes on me while she kisses my man. While she thrusts her tongue into his throat, runs her crimson nails through his hair. I thrash around. I'd cut the bitch if I could.

  She laughs at me. Then she looks at the machine. Then back to me.

  “ That thing is going to seriously injure you, honey,” she says. “I'm talking real damage. The permanent kind. You'll bleed. Maybe even die.”

  I bite my lip. She's taunting me, I know that. But she's saying what I was thinking.

  “ Unless she gets some lube.”

  He nods. “And that's where you come in.”

  Kit gives me an evil grin, though her voice is innocent. “Me? What can I do?”

  “ You can be a good girl,” he says. “Be a good girl and get her off.”

  I look up at my soon to be master and shake my head as much as my bound hair will allow. “No,” I say. “I'm not a lesbian.”