Steve was an eager man; he was not going to be denied her sinful pleasures. His fingers started to roam across her body, circling her belly button and then moving slowly over her little tufted mound. She kissed and sucked his mouth as she waited for him to touch her forbidden parts. When his fingers slid over her clit her whole body shuddered with desire. His fingers pulled lightly at her fleshy bud and he rolled it between his fingers, she groaned as the electric excitement ran through her body. He teased her and pulled her labia gently. He could tell from how moist she was that she was as turned on as he was. He crushed his lips back to hers and she shifted beneath him as she spread her legs open for him. He then slid his finger into her as he continued to toy with her clit and it entered into her very moist love hole.
She thrust her hips up against him as he hovered over her, and he took the movement as an invitation but he wasn’t ready to fuck her yet, he wanted to taste the sweetness of her nectar first. He raised himself and moved down towards her open slit. He ran his tongue lightly over it and she wrapped her thighs around his head, drawing him into her, preventing him from leaving her sweet muff. He peeled her folds open with his fingers and licked her generously, tasting her cunt, smelling her sex scent and getting very aroused. He knew his cock was ready to explode but he had a long way to go yet. As he feasted on her vulva he maneuvered his cock around towards her face, offering it to her for more sucking. She took the hint and grabbed his rigid dick and lapped along the shaft, tasting him, and then swallowing his cock whole as she took him completely. For an older woman she had a nice moist pussy, hairy, with swollen lips but a tight opening. As he licked her cunt he looked into it, and looked along to her anus, which his fingers were also holding open. He could smell the mustiness of her other forbidden hole, he wondered if she would let him use that tonight as well.
She was continuing to suck him hard and he was loving every minute of it. He was justifying his behaviour on the basis that his wife didn’t suck cock and he needed it, desperately.
She was moaning onto his cock. She removed it for a moment and called out, “Mmm, oh yes, mmmm, I would like to feel your fingers in there.”
Steve responded.
“Oooh yeh, put it inside,” she said moaning as he entered her vagina with his thick digit.
As he worked on her, he could hear the squelching as his fingers moved around inside her.
“Oooh yeh,” she continued, her body rising up to meet his hand, her hips moving to his rhythm.
“Ohh, it’s so good, mmmm, I like it so much.”
“Oohh yes, mmmm, baby,” she whimpered as Steve treated her to his finger fucking.
He was fucking her mouth as he licked and fucked her vagina with his digits, but Clara soon took control, she knew what she needed and she was going to get it.
She spat out his cock and called out to Steve, “ C’mon lover, I need that cock of yours inside my pussy.”
Steve did as he was told and lifted himself up and knelt between Carla’s legs. He looked down at her offered cunt and lowered himself, lining up his dick in his hand and guiding it into her swollen vaginal opening.
He pushed the head of his bulbous penis against the opening of her pussy and thrust deep inside of her. She felt so tight and wet; it was amazing feeling himself enter her body. She cried out and writhed under him as he continued to grind into her.
He watched as her tits floated and jiggled with his every thrust into her cunt. He rammed his dick in as far as it would go, he loved it. He just wanted to use her, this slutty older woman. He wondered about her husband and smiled inwardly, he was fucking the loser’s wife.
The couple kissed and sucked each other’s tongue as they fucked like wild animals. Carla had her legs wrapped around Steve, calling out to him, encouraging him, urging him on to fuck her harder and harder. Her body was bathed in sweat, her cunt gushing as he pounded her, she was screaming loudly.
“Fuck me, Steve, fuck me hard, god I need your cock inside me, god I want your cum inside me.”
“Oh yes, oh yes, Carla, your cunt is so tight, let me fill you, I want to empty my balls inside you.”
“Oh yes, screw me, pound me, I am your cum slut, fuck me hard!!”
Carla moaned and begged him for more as she grasped his hips and ass and rocked her hips up to meet his strokes. She gasped and shivered as she reached the edge of orgasm, and in the same moment Steve moaned into her neck as he thrust as hard and deep as he could, spilling all of his pent up desire inside of her.
“Oh yes, I am cumming,” he bellowed and pumped her harder as he edged towards his cliff.
“Oh yes, oh yes!”
“Fill me Steve, do it, do it, fill me up, I want your cum.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” he cried as he released all of his sperm inside her, pumping it in great globs into her inviting vagina.
“Yes, yes,yes.”
CAUGHT!
They were both too caught up in the euphoria of their pleasure to notice that the door to the hotel room had swung open again.
Angelo, Carla's husband, strode in quickly and walked towards the bed. He stood there at the foot of the bed looking down at the two. He watched as the two shared their orgasm, growing more furious with every grunt and moan. As Steve began to roll away from her, Angelo reached down and grabbed the younger man by the back of his neck.
Steve had no idea what had hit him, he was stunned.
“Angelo!” Carla exclaimed as Steve cursed and struggled to get free of the much larger man's grasp. Angelo shot a withering glare in Carla's direction.
“Be quiet, and wait your turn, you dirty, slutty bitch!” he yelled sternly to his wife as she sank back against the bed and blushed with shame. She looked down at her nudity, and covered her breasts with her arm. She knew it was a pointless exercise, she knew her husband had seen everything; she knew her husband had seen Steve pump her full of his sperm. She knew what Angelo was like under these conditions, she shuddered.
“Who are you?” Steve asked as he tried to pry Angelo's big hand off of his neck. Angelo did not answer as he dragged Steve to the edge of the bed.
“Seriously, I had no idea she was with anyone, I swear, I didn’t know she was married or anything, just let me go and I won’t ever see her again,” Steve insisted as he wondered what the man was planning.
When Angelo sat down on the edge of the bed and tossed Steve across his muscular legs, Steve was too stunned to speak.
It was not until Angelo's large hot hand slammed down across Steve's bare ass, that the younger man realized what was happening. He let out a yelp of pain with the first strike and panicked, squirming against Angelo's lap as he tried to escape. Angelo held him firmly in place and swung his hand down again, and again, leaving many large red welts on Steve's pale skinned bottom.
Steve gasped and winced as the pain spread through him like hot pins. Never in his life had he imagined he would be tossed across another man's lap and spanked, but as the third and fourth strikes hit, the severity of the pain made him certain that this was real.
On the bed Carla was embarrassed that she had been caught, but watching Angelo spank Steve made her ache with desire, it was arousing her, she could feel the heat welling up inside her. She crept a little closer to the two on the bed, while Angelo was distracted with another spank across Steve's poor crimson ass.
“Please,” Steve begged with a whimper.
“I swear, I didn't know she was married, just let me go. She wasn’t even any good, she was just a cheap fuck, honest!”
Angelo was infuriating by Steve’s absurd comments, he drew his arm back and then smacked him several times, punctuating each of the words he spoke.
“You will not fuck my wife you piece of scum, you will not ever touch her sacred body again, do you hear, shithead?”
He didn’t receive a response and followed up with yet another sharp crack across the already bruised skin. When he realized Carla had sneaked up beside him, Angelo shoved Steve off of his lap and in th
e same swift movement he snatched her by her arms and dragged her across his knees. She could feel his hard cock through his pants as it pushed against her.
“I told you to wait your turn, slut.” He admonished Carla and made his point with a vicious smack against her ass. Carla screamed and wriggled against him.
Steve stumbled to his feet and frantically searched for his clothes, while Carla received another swat across her backside. She whimpered, but her pussy was dripping with arousal, and of course with Steve’s semen dribbling out of her slit. Steve was just about to the door when he glanced back at the pair in time to see Angelo's hand falling against Carla's ass, leaving a bright red trail along her flesh. Carla gazed up at Steve with a glaze of pleasure in her eyes, and Steve found himself intoxicated with desire. He dropped his clothes back to the floor and seized his cock with his hand and started rubbing himself. He watched as Angelo continued to spank Carla, much to her pleasure.
The more she groaned with desire, the harder Angelo's strong hands struck her, until finally she began to whimper.
“Please, no more,” She begged Angelo, which only made him swat her several more times.
“You do not fuck other men, do you hear, bitch? Do you hear me, are you listening to me, you dirty, cheap slut?” he asked sternly followed by a barrage of smacks.
With each smack of her flesh Steve continued to pull himself harder. He was moving closer to the couple and flogging his already used penis. He was wild with excitement, he had never seen anything like this before, he had never seen someone being spanked, and he had never been smacked before. Steve rubbed his swollen dick, and moaned and groaned, loudly enough for the other two to notice. They turned towards him, and Angelo laughed.
“Oh, you are as sick as us two, you dirty man. Go on do it again, blow your load all over the slut, blow it over her ass!”
Steve grew closer to his climax, his cock was ready, he had closed his eyes. When Angelo began rubbing and soothing Carla's ass, soothing the pain he had created, Steve cried out loudly and came onto Carla’s ass.
Angelo glanced up sharply as he heard Steve groan with pleasure. Before he could speak, Steve was on his knees beside him, his face upturned, and his breath heavy.
“Is it my turn again for being naughty?” He asked.
THE GHOSTWRITER
She had been his ghost writer for a few years, writing erotica. He would give her the ideas, she would fill in the blanks - it worked well. They had even met once and spent a weekend of uncontrolled passion. But now she was divorced, drinking too much and her writing was stale. As Erik abused her over the phone for non-delivery of work, she had an idea - and 30 minutes later they met in a hotel room.
For a few years they had been a successful team. He came up with the ideas and the passion, the excitement, the dirtiness, and she filled in the blanks. He told her who would be involved and what they would do; she would fill in the naughty details, the dialogue, and take the characters on the prearranged journey.
She was his ghost writer and they made a successful team.
She could not write under her own name and lacked the imaginative ideas that Erik seemed able to come up with on a daily basis. She was good at filling in the story and writing the dialogue.
Indeed, they had become quite a prolific team, they didn’t write best sellers but they churned out their short stories in copious quantities and they grew comfortable – and that was the problem.
They had forgotten what it was like to be risqué, to be naughty, to operate outside the square.
A few years earlier, when they had first started their writing relationship, they had both become excited over a few of their works and had exchanged emails, saucy emails, which had taken the relationship beyond a business relationship.
It started with dirty messages to each other, and then they would deliberately write to excite each other, hoping the other would steal away and masturbate.
One day they finally moved to a face to face meeting and spent a weekend fucking each other’s brains out and reliving the sordid acts of the characters in their books.
They experimented, pushed each other to sexual limits, but at the end of their weekend they agreed not to repeat the exercise and they kept their dirty business to the work of each book.
But that was then and over the intervening few years she had divorced from her husband.
She was childless in her mid-thirties and writing smut for an equally smutty man who put the books together and published them.
Lately the magic spark was slowly diminishing, slowly working its way out of the partnership and she knew it.
KRISTEN
The story had grown tiresome. She knew it, but kept typing anyway, she kept banging away on the keyboard as though if you hit the keys often enough they would produce some magic – they didn’t.
It was something that had to get done. Missing deadlines didn’t just mean that she would feel like shit in the morning, this was her job.
When Kristen had left her husband and moved into this loft apartment downtown, she knew that there were only two talents she had that she could use to get some quick money.
The first was selling her body, the second was writing. And writing got her in to less trouble and was a lot safer so she had taken that path with Erik.
On the nightstand beside her computer, her phone lit up the dark room with silent surprise. She didn’t have to look, she knew who it was.
She didn’t answer, letting her voice mail collect the call.
“I still haven’t heard from you and we need to publish now. You are two weeks behind, Kristen”, pleaded a familiar voice.
Of course, who the hell else would be calling her at this time of night? Erik was her writing partner and owner of a website selling erotica called ‘Dirty Words’.
Before Kristen had started writing for him the website had been populated by his own erotic works - cheap, quick porn in words that sold in reasonable numbers each week. But Erik complained he was burnt out and writing the same crap all the time. He admitted that he needed someone to help him, someone to fill in the froth of the ideas he came up with.
Kristen was the right girl in the right spot at the right time, she was lucky.
She communicated with him, after a few back and forths; she had suggested and ultimately sold him on the idea of her writing some of his content for him – becoming his erotic fiction ghost writer.
It had started with stories that Kristen could write for him quickly. Erik paid her fifty dollars a pop plus a commission of a few percent. He would tell her the characters, describe what they would do and then encourage her to go for it, being as dirty as she wanted.
She knew she could be making ten times that much selling her pussy, but this was keeping her away from people who might complicate her life, and more importantly from danger. And she was good at this.
After many years of marriage, preceded by a healthy sexual youth full of variety she had plenty of rich, dirty and disgusting material to keep her going – at least at first during the early years.
She enjoyed the writing; it distracted her from the pain of her life. It had allowed Kristen to pay her rent and buy a food.
Things quickly changed, though, as their new work combination took off and became quite popular. It wasn’t on the best seller stands but she was soon making a thousand dollars a week from her efforts and this was a comfortable living.
Of course, comfortable had meant excesses in her life from time to time, and she took to drinking to ease her over her emotional problems, she was drinking beer heavily at first and then the harder stuff.
She would drink heavily, alone, and use the drunkenness as her excuse to be more creative. It worked, but it also meant sleeping in, feeling like shit when she awoke and being slow during the day. The side effect of her heavy drinking was that her output started slowing down and her imagination dimmed a bit.
Now she was struggling to finish every story and regularly falling behind thei
r schedule. Erik often had to call her to get her back on track, he was being very tolerant of her but it was starting to piss him off.
On this particular day he had already called her many times as they had an urgent deadline to meet.
The fifth time Erik had called, it was twelve forty five. By then he was screaming that she was a stupid cunt and telling her she could forget about working for him ever again. She replied by emailing him the story.
A few minutes later, he called again.
“You’re late,” he said.
“I know,” she said, trying to sound out of breath.
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