True Erotic Stories Vol.1 ( Tales of Erotica )

by Haley, Dallas

  Instead of the back office, we entered another room that was a lot like the private dance room before, except that it was empty. The walls were covered with big screen televisions, each showing a close up of the men and their dancers in the first private room. Red velvet covered the walls, with large leather couches and stripper poles all around the room.

  “Wait here please, and make yourself comfortable,” the waitress said.

  We sat on one of the couches, and Dan spread my legs. He moved his hand between my legs, and I felt his fingers touch my wet pussy.

  “Enjoying the club?” Mario asked.

  We didn’t even notice him come in. The pictures Mario sent us did him justice. He was tall, with black hair, and well built.

  Dan turned and started to stand, but Mario held up a hand. “Please, don’t stop. I’ve been watching you from the back all night.”

  Dan kept rubbing my pussy, and I pushed his fingers inside me.

  “You were watching us?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “I thought a few drinks would be nice before we got together.”

  “Thank you,” Dan said.

  I moaned as he pushed his fingers in and out of me.

  “I wasn’t sure you would accept my offer,” he said. “Or that you would even show up.”

  “It was the first time Liz was really turned on by an offer,” he said. “Not to mention the atmosphere. The club is yours?”

  “Mine and some friends,” he said. “Mind if I sit down?”

  “Please,” I said.

  Mario poured himself a drink, then sat on the couch next to me. He didn’t touch me, but just watched as Dan fingered my pussy.

  “Your wife has beautiful tits,” he said. “Can I see them?”

  Dan started to open my top with his free hand, but I beat him to it. I pulled open my blouse, totally exposing my breasts.

  “Your nipples are perfect,” Mario said. “Damn, you are gorgeous.”

  “What made you want to do this Dan?” he asked. “I mean, when I asked if you wanted to watch your wife get fucked in a strip club, I didn’t know what you would think.”

  “We’ve fantasized about Liz getting fucked in front of me for a long time,” Dan said.

  I didn’t think about what I was doing, or question if I was ready for what I did next. I reached over and started rubbing Mario’s cock through his pants. “And this seemed very naughty,” I said.

  Mario smiled, and I felt his cock get hard as I rubbed him. I took my other hand, and rubbed my husband’s cock the same way.

  “We will have total privacy here,” Mario said. “No one will come in now. There are no cameras either, just so you know.”

  “Thanks,” Dan said. He unzipped his pants, and I pulled out his cock. It was throbbing.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever felt Dan’s cock so hard,” I said. I looked at Mario, then my eyes moved down. “May I?”

  I looked at Mario’s crotch, and when he smiled, I unzipped him, and took out his cock.

  “My God, you are huge,” I said.

  “Before we go on, do you still want my friend to join us?” he asked.

  “Of course,” Dan said. I just looked at him and smiled.

  Mario pulled his cell phone out, and sent a text message. A minute later, another man, also tall and with black hair, came through the door.

  “This is Enzo,” he said. “My second cousin.”

  “I like Enzo,” I said. “He’s handsome.”

  “He’ll watch for a bit, then join in when we’re ready,” Mario said. “Also, we talked about Dan watching, but I don’t mind if he participates.”

  “How about if I watch, then see how it goes on joining in,” Dan said.

  “Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Mario said. “We’re here to enjoy ourselves.”

  Mario leaned over, and started sucking on my nipples. He was grabbing my breasts, pushing them together, and then his hand moved down between my legs. Dan moved to a couch on the other side of the room, and starting stroking his cock. I moaned as Mario’s fingers entered my wet pussy.

  “You are hot as hell down there,” he said.

  I took his hand, pulling his fingers out of me. Then I opened my mouth, and moved his hand up, sucking my juices off of him.

  “Damn,” he said.

  I lifted my skirt, pulling it up to my waist. I spread my legs so that I was fully exposed to Dan’s view across from us. He smiled.

  Mario got on his knees, and sank his tongue into my pussy.

  I put my hands in his hair, and pushed my hips into his face.

  “Mmmm. Yes,” I said. I looked at Dan, he was stroking his cock hard, and Enzo was still standing, rubbing himself through his pants.

  I felt an orgasm building. “I don’t want to cum yet,” I said. “But if you keep going, I’m going to.”

  Mario lifted his head, and met my eyes. I could tell his thoughts were intense.

  “I want you,” he said.

  I slid forward on the couch. “You want to stick your cock in me?”

  “I want to fuck that cunt. Will you be a good slut for your husband?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  He pulled his pants down to his knees, and moved his cock into position. I could feel his hard on rubbing my clit.

  “Fuck her bareback,” Dan said. “No condom.”

  I looked at Dan. “Yes,” I said. “Fuck me Mario. Make me a slut. Right here in your strip club.”

  He didn’t slowly put his cock in me, he rammed his cock into my pussy.

  “Oh my God!” I said. The sudden pressure surprised me. Mario started fucking me, and hard. He grabbed my hips, and with another thrust his cock was all the way inside, his balls slapping against my ass over and over.

  “I’m fucking you, slut,” he said. “You feel my cock?”

  I was breathing hard. “I feel your cock,” I said. “It feels so big in me.”

  He grabbed my hips, and fucked me even harder. I grabbed the cushions of the couch, and held on, my hair falling into my face.

  Beads of sweat were on Mario’s forehead.

  He pushed hard once again, and stopped, pulling his cock out of me.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. He wiped his sweat.

  I started to slide onto the floor. “No slut,” he said. “On the couch.”

  His voice was forceful, but not mean. He was taking what I was giving to him.

  I got on my hands and knees, and Mario got behind me. “Move your ass in the air.”

  I adjusted my skirt, and lifted my ass towards him.

  “Higher,” he said.

  I could feel the tip of his cock touching my clit. He was rubbing me with it, but not going inside.

  “Please, fuck me,” I said.

  “I want you to please Enzo,” he said. “I want you to show us all how well you can suck a stranger’s cock.”

  Enzo took out his cock, and moved in front of me.

  “If you suck him well, you get fucked,” Mario said. “If you don’t please him, then you get punished.”

  I reached out, and starting stroking Enzo. He got closer to my face, and I tried to pull him to me.

  “Oh shit!” I screamed as pain ran across the cheeks of my ass.

  “I’ll spank you again if I have to,” Mario said. “You don’t pull him to you. Stick your tongue out, and wait for him.”

  I stuck my tongue out. I felt another slap on my ass.

  “Stick it out more,” he said. “Look at his cock. Desire it like nothing you’ve had before. Lick your lips, make him want to come to you.”

  I looked at his cock. The blood was pumping inside it, making it throb as his hand moved across its muscles. I moved my tongue across my lips, and imagined my tongue licking him, my mouth sucking him. I looked at his eyes. He smiled.

  “Good,” Mario said. His cock started rubbing my clit again.

  I glanced at Dan, and his pants were at his ankles, his stroking even, in a nice rhythm. I loo
ked back towards Enzo, and his cock was in my face. I reached out, careful to avoid punishment, and placed my tongue on the bottom of his shaft.

  I licked until I got to the head of his cock, felt the opening, and back down the other side. I felt it pulsating under my tongue.

  “Mmmm,” he said. His hips thrust forward, just a little, and I wrapped my lips around his cock. He pushed it into my mouth.

  “Your slut mouth is wet,” he said. He had a thick, Italian accent. If I could have smiled, I would have been beaming.

  I started sucking him slow, taking him into my mouth, then opened my lips wide and took him as deep inside my mouth as I could.

  He grabbed my hair. “I fuck your face now,” he said. “Maybe cum in your throat. You like that?”

  I kept sucking him, as fast and hard as I could. His thrust into me, and I loosened my throat muscles as the head of his cock went all the way in. His thrust paused, then he started fucking my mouth fast again, holding my hair so that I couldn’t stop.

  Mario’s cock was still rubbing against my clit. “You are a good slut,” he said. “Now I’m going to fuck your pussy.”

  He grabbed my hips, and I grabbed the couch, waiting for his hardness to enter me. Suddenly, he was inside me again. His cock felt bigger than before, and I tried to yell as he thrust forward, but Enzo wasn’t letting me off so easy.

  Mario started fucking me hard, moving my entire body on the couch, as Enzo slid his cock in and out of my mouth.

  “I’m going to cum,” Enzo said.

  “Swallow,” Mario said. “Don’t stop sucking for a second.” He pushed into my pussy again and again.

  Enzo’s cock bulged inside my mouth, and I felt his juices explode into my throat. I tried to keep from gagging, and after several seconds I couldn’t help but flex my throat and swallow. I felt another spurt from Enzo, and I swallowed again.

  He let go of my hair, and sat back on the couch, smiling.

  I moved my eyes down so I could see my own tits bouncing back and forth, Mario still pounding me.

  “Lasting so long,” I blurted.

  Mario grabbed my breasts, and pinched one of my nipples.

  “I’m going to cum inside you, slut,” he said. He thrust forward, and pulled my hips into him hard.

  “Oh damn! Oh fuck yes!” he screamed. He held his cock full into me for several seconds, then pulled out.

  I was sweating, exhausted, and collapsed onto the couch. I was drunk, breathing like I just ran a marathon, and more satisfied than I ever had been before.

  “You do have a good slut,” Mario said.

  “Yes, I think I do,” Dan said.

  “You need to release some pressure?” he asked.

  “I think I do,” Dan said.

  I felt Mario’s hands on my hips again, as he lifted my ass up. I could barely lift my head my arms were so tired.

  “You ever fucked your slut in the ass, Dan?” Mario asked.

  “No,” Dan said. He smiled, and dropped his pants to the floor.

  I laid there, and tried to think for a moment. This was something I didn’t expect. Dan had never fucked me there before.

  “She’s good and drunk, and I would like to you fuck her ass. What about you Enzo?”

  “I would like to see her ass fucked, yes,” Enzo said.

  Mario got up, and Dan took his place behind me. I felt something wet glide over the entrance to my ass.

  “This will help you slide in nice,” Mario said. “Take it slow at first.”

  Dan took me by the hips, and I could feel the head of his cock rubbing me back there. He pushed my ass cheeks apart, and I could feel him trying to get inside it.

  “Fuck!” I yelled as the head of his cock pushed suddenly into me.

  “Slow,” Mario said. “Move into that ass slow at first.”

  Dan’s cock slid a little further into my ass, and my arms were like a rag doll, but I managed to hold onto the cushions. I put my mouth into the leather.

  “Fuck!” I yelled. His cock pushed into my ass further.

  “Oh fuck! Fuck!” I yelled again. I felt his cock all the way inside my ass. Suddenly I felt the muscles in my ass relax, and I let out a deep breath, moaning.

  “Now fuck her ass,” Mario said.

  I felt Dan’s cock move back, then push into me again. I yelled with pleasure into the couch. My body shuddered all over and I held on even harder. Dan’s cock pulled back, and then into me again, each time a slow, steady push, and each time I yelled into the couch. He pushed harder, and faster into me, his balls slapping against my swollen pussy.

  “Fuck my ass baby,” I said. “Fuck it hard.”

  “Yes!” Dan yelled. “I’m fucking your ass. I’m really fucking your ass!”

  “It feels good?” Mario asked.

  I moaned, and Dan said, “Fuck yes. It’s so tight.”

  Dan pushed his hard cock into my ass again and again, and I realized the amount of liquor he had meant he would last longer than normal.

  Finally, he pushed into my ass, and this time hard. I could feel him deep inside me. He screamed and I felt him explode his cum into my ass as he collapsed on top of me.

  “Damn, that was so hot,” he said.

  I let out a little yell as he pulled it out of me.

  I looked up from the couch, and our waitress was standing at the door. Normally I would have asked why she was standing there, but at that exact moment, I didn’t care.

  “She is going to give you her tongue,” Mario said. “You have been a good slut, so now you can have an orgasm.”

  “Too tired,” I managed to blurt out.

  Mario turned me over on the couch, and spread my legs. For the next several minutes the room swam around me, and I felt the waitress’ tongue moving onto my clit. I thought it was totally numb at first, but in a sudden, quick moment, an orgasm burst throughout my body. My hands flew to her head and I pushed her into me, then I collapsed back onto the couch.

  I looked around, and Dan was dressed. Mario was saying something to him about how he would have someone drive us back to our hotel. The next day, I had no regrets. It was naughty, on the edge of anything we had ever done before, and it was the sexual adventure our marriage needed.

  Hugs-

  Liz

  Kate tells us about having sex in public. Enjoy.

  Artistic Sex

  Dallas-

  Yes! I have had sex in a public place, and many times. But the first time was with my (then) boyfriend Trey, and one of the experiences I remember the most.

  We were invited to a wine tasting at a new art gallery. In our area of California there’s an art gallery on every corner, and although I didn’t usually spend a lot of time viewing art and opinionating on what’s hip or not, I wanted to go.

  “How long do we have to stay?” Trey asked during the brief car ride over.

  “Just long enough to make Marti happy,” I said.

  Marti was a friend, and he opened the gallery with several other artists.

  “I don’t know anything about art,” Trey said.

  “Just stand around and nod approvingly,” I said. “Besides, it’s a wine tasting, and the wine will be free.”

  “That’s one plus,” he said. “But I bet it’s cheap.”

  “Maybe,” I said. “But if I have some wine maybe later you’ll get lucky.”

  He looked at me and smiled. “I can learn to like art.”

  We got to the gallery, which was located in a huge, old warehouse. We found Marti surrounded by a group of people.

  “This building was abandoned for two decades,” Marti said. “Like what we’ve done with it?”

  I have to admit, I did.

  Strings of light bulbs hung from every rafter, and the inside space was divided by a maze of walls to display the art. There were nooks and crannies everywhere to explore. A good size crowd gathered near the center of the displays.

  “The wine is over there,” Marti said. “As if you couldn’t tell.”

/>   We stopped to say hello, and Marti seemed genuinely pleased to see me.

  “Kate, you made it,” he said. “I hope you enjoy what we’ve done here.”

  I introduced him to Trey, we made some small talk, then moved on to get some wine.

  “See, it’s not so hard,” I said.

  “Free wine,” Trey said. “Nod approvingly. Get lucky. Got it.”

  We ended up staying for two hours, and as the crowd thinned, I could tell Trey was getting anxious.

  “You’ve been very patient,” I said.

  He smiled. “The wine wasn’t as cheap as I thought.”

  I leaned into him, and whispered into his ear. “I think you’re going to get lucky.”

  “We’re leaving then?” he asked.

  I took his hand, and started leading him to the back of the warehouse. “Not exactly.”

  We had almost walked the entire stretch of the gallery, when he tugged on my arm.

  “Where are we going?”

  I grinned, and undid the top button on my blouse. “I noticed this spiral staircase. I wonder where it goes?”

  Trey looked up for just a moment, but when he looked back it was too late. I was already moving my way up the stairs. I went round and round, knowing that he would follow.

  “Hey,” he said. “Come back here!”

  When he got to the top, I was waiting for him. His eyes were wide.

  “Where’s your shirt?” he asked.

  I was standing there, in my jeans and just my bra. I kissed him, and kissed him good. He wrapped his arms around me, and as our bodies pushed together, his hands started exploring my body.

  “Wait,” I said. “I think over here would be a better view.”

  I led him through a door, and just as I had guessed, a balcony overlooked the entire gallery below us. We could see every person below, but none of them could see us.

  “The lights,” I said as he started kissing me again. “They’re too low. It will be hard to see.”

  “Uh huh,” Trey managed.

  I could feel his breath in my ear, then on my neck. He squeezed my breasts and I tasted the wine in his mouth as we kissed again. I loved having his tongue in my mouth.

  I started to unbuckle his pants, and I got on my knees in front of him. “We need to be quick,” I said.