Fulfilling Fantasies - An Erotic Short Story Collection

by Luna Swift

  Rachel wiped the tears from her eyes and looked directly across at the glaring faces ranged before her. Such beautiful slender women but such angry faces.

  “I would do anything to stay here with you.”

  “Then we’ll carry on.”

  Rachel looked down at herself, wondering if she’d made the wrong decision. Too late now.

  When she’d been offered the place at uni, she’d felt on top of the world. One of the most exclusive universities in the country, the most exclusive college at the uni. And then the chance to live in the most popular house with the most popular group of students. They were all young women, each from a privileged and well educated background, cut glass accents, expensive clothes.

  Rachel felt quite out of place going for the first interview but they seemed to take a shine to her. She made it through the first rounds and ended up at the final initiation. Rumours of what that might entail were whispered throughout campus but nobody actually knew and those in the house never breathed a word of what they had to do to gain their place.

  Rachel had arrived at the house, her first interview inside the actual house she might get to live in, get out of that temporary flat the uni had given her, the paper thin walls, the stained carpet, move into luxury for the next three years, maybe longer.

  The ladies of Lantern House sat in a row, five of them, each looking deadly serious.

  “Won’t you sit down,” the one with a clipboard said. “My name is Nicole, I don’t believe we’ve met yet but I’ve heard some good things about you.”

  Rachel only saw one familiar face in the line up. At the end of the row, smiling slightly at her was Jenny, the one who’d first interviewed her. She had dark hair, as did they all, but she was the only one without it tied back.

  Nicole pointed to the others. “This is Sara, Anthea and Nina. Jenny, you already know of course.”

  “Hi,” Rachel said, gulping and trying to stop her hands from shaking.

  “Now Rachel,” Nicole continued. “This interview will be quite different from the others you’ve had thus far. We have tested your mental acumen, your ability to think on your feet. But now we must test your physical abilities. The ladies of Lantern House have a reputation to uphold. Can you imagine the scandal if word got round campus that someone from Lantern House was bad in bed for example? Or had a fake tan?”

  Rachel didn’t know whether or not to reply but Nicole continued with barely a pause.

  “I’ll be blunt. Have you had much sex? Well? Speak up.”

  Rachel opened her mouth, then closed it again. Should she admit the truth? One fumble the year before, over before it even began. What would they think? “I’ve had some experience,” she said, judging that this wasn’t technically lying.

  “Well, we must test you. If you pass the test a place in this house is assured. If you fail, well you could always try one of the other houses I suppose.”

  “What do I have to do?”

  “First of all, from now until the end of the interview you are not to ask any questions. You are to only reply with ‘Yes Miss Nicole’. Understood?”

  “Yes Miss Nicole.”

  “Good. Now there are five of us here, if in the time allotted you can satisfy the five of us, we will know you are worthy of a place here. You must be capable of whatever will be asked of you. And you must have meet the standards expected of Lantern House. You must have the stamina for this and the body. Do you agree?”

  “Yes Miss Nicole.”

  “Stand up.”

  Rachel stood before the staring eyes, the sea of blank faces.

  “Now strip.”

  Rachel gulped, looking down at herself. She found tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. She’d never been naked in front of anyone, not even at home. She had always been the shy one, waiting until the other girls had changed for hockey lessons, never showering at school. How could she take her clothes off in front of these glamorous women. What would they think of her body?

  “I’m not sure I can do this,” she muttered, unable to make eye contact.

  “How badly do you want to live with us?” Nicole asked.

  Rachel thought about the flat she was in, looked at the plush carpet beneath her feet, the sculptures lining the walls, thought about the networking she’d be able to do, the careers this might lead to and finally came to a decision.

  “I would do anything.”

  “Then we’ll carry on.”

  Rachel still couldn’t look at the women in front of her. She stared at the floor as she slipped off her suit jacket. She stepped out of her shoes next and paused for a second, knowing this was the point of no return. She glanced up, Jenny was smiling encouragingly at her. So she undid the top button of her blouse, then the next. She had soon laid the blouse by her jacket and was standing now in her bra, boobs bulging out of the top of it. She knew she was in the wrong size but hadn’t dreamed anyone would be in a position to spot the problem.

  “Skirt next please,” said Nicole. Rachel slid her knee length skirt down her legs and let it pool by her ankles before stepping out of it. She pulled down her tights, standing now in only her underwear, unable to go any further, frozen to the spot.

  “Sara, take the rest of those things off her,” said Nicole. “And seeing how she’s being so stubborn, use the scissors.”

  Sara retrieved a pair of scissors from the shelf behind her and walked round the back of Rachel. Rachel felt the cold metal against her back as her bra fell to the floor. Her hands flew up to her breasts, covering them as her face reddened, deepening her shame further as she felt the eyes all staring at her. Her hands were too small to cover much but at least her nipples were hidden. She felt them pressing against her palms, rigid and erect for some reason. Was her body betraying her? Enjoying this even as she felt nothing but excruciating embarrassment?

  There was another snip and now her panties fell away. Automatically one hand went between her legs, covering her most intimate place. One arm was draped across her chest, her face redder than before.

  “Move your arms down, we need to look at you.”

  Rachel reluctantly did as she was told. She felt their eyes boring into her as they approached. They began examining her closely, the swell of her breasts, her flat tummy, the tiny strip of hair between her legs, her slender thighs. They even examined her toes.

  “Turn round would you?” one of them said. Rachel swung on her heels. Now she waited, wondering if they would approve of her bottom or not. She didn’t like it, thought it was too muscular, not rounded enough. But nobody spoke. She could hear notes being scrawled then the sound of furniture being moved round. “Bend over.” She bent forwards, acutely aware that they’d now be staring at the swell of her cheeks, the hint of what hid beneath them.

  “Turn back round. Now!”

  Rachel swung back round. The chairs had been pushed against the wall, the women sitting naked, having undressed whilst her back was turned. Nicole looked angry. “When I tell you to do something you do it fast. Understood?”

  “Yes miss.” Rachel found her eyes scanning over the variety of bodies before her, forgetting to address Nicole correctly.

  Nicole raised her eyebrows at this and nodded to Sara. Rachel felt a red hot pain as Sara’s hand slapped down on her bottom.

  “Ouch!”

  “Silence! From now on, you must do as you are told. Only if you succeed today will you regain your independence. What must you say?

  “Yes miss Nicole.”

  “Well done. Now we’re going to do some things to you. This is your last chance to leave. The decision is yours.”

  Rachel just nodded slowly. The women were stood up now, walking towards her, smiling.

  One of them grabbed her hair, holding her head, pulling it back. Another began kissing her neck, biting it, scraping her teeth along it. Someone had hold of her breasts, they were squeezing them roughly, tugging at her nipples. She found herself being pushed down, bent forward. Nicole was sitting on a chair
, legs apart.

  “Bring her to me,” she snarled. The women dragged Rachel over, holding her arms as she squirmed.

  “No…” Rachel muttered, realising what they were about to do.

  “Take my pussy into your mouth you dirty little whore,” snapped Nicole.

  Rachel’s head was pressed lower, forced between Nicole’s legs. She kept her mouth closed as her face was ground into the shaved pussy of the woman before her.

  “Open your mouth and lick me, now!”

  Rachel forced out her tongue, trying to recoil as the taste of Nicole’s juices hit her, but her head was firmly held in place, being moved up and down, forcing her to nod, making her tongue slide over Nicole’s lips.

  “Get your fucking tongue in me.”

  Rachel’s head was moved down, it was thrust back and forth, making her tongue slide up and into Nicole. She found the taste strangely sweet, intoxicating. The scent was arousing her involuntarily, she was becoming excited, feeling herself less repulsed now but still wishing she had the freedom to move.

  “I want her in me,” someone said. Rachel’s arm was extended, she felt two of her fingers pushed up inside someone, their hips thrusting against her. Bent over and exposed like this, she wondered what would happen next. The hand on her head was still forcing her to tongue fuck Nicole as behind her Jenny approached. She knelt down behind Rachel and breathed in, smelling how sweet the innocent girl was, though she also saw her lips were now slick with wetness.

  Jenny stuck out her tongue and ran it down the crack of Rachel’s bottom, lingering at her tiny tight anus before continuing down to finally taste her pussy. She slid her tongue back up, now poking it into the girls bottom, hearing Rachel shriek with shock, bottom cheeks clenching together to try and stop this intrusion. But when Jenny’s tongue slid into her bum, she made a new sound, moaning, muffled as her mouth was by Nicole’s body. Jenny pushed a finger into Rachel, then there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Sara holding out an enormous dildo. Jenny took it and without hesitation began forcing it into Rachel.

  Rachel tensed up, feeling the tongue inside her anus, but when she felt a solid object pushing its way into her, she screamed. They didn’t stop though, just kept sliding it further and further in. Rachel felt fuller than she’d ever felt before, a mixture of pleasure and pain as it finally embedded itself into her. The dildo was left there, as now she felt something smaller, something more slender being pushed between her bottom cheeks. It was greasy with lube as it effortlessly pushed past her sphincter and buried itself in her arse. Some kind of tape was attached to her thighs, holding the two dildos in her, leaving her in pain but feeling completely filled in a way she’d never felt before.

  She was forced upwards, her face now pushed onto the fake cock sticking out from Nina’s hips. She was made to swallow it, the length in her mouth making her gag.

  “Suck it in, you dirty bitch,” Nina snapped, leering down at her. “Someone lay her down there.”

  Rachel was made to lie on her back in the middle of the room, the dildo in her bottom being pushed further into her by the weight of her hips on the carpet. As she lay there, her arms were tied together above her head, her legs strapped tightly together as well, unable to move. Nina stood over her, Anthea bent over right by Rachel’s face.

  Rachel had no choice but to stare as Nina began fucking Anthea directly over her face, drips of wetness or sweat falling onto her face. She watched, eyes wide open, never having seen anything like this before.

  “Fuck me,” Anthea was saying, holding onto the back of a chair to keep her balance. Nina’s plastic cock was ramming in and out of her now. Nicole was sat on her chair, fingers buried in her pussy, watching the show. Jenny was nowhere to be seen.

  “I’m going to come!” Anthea said. “Move!”

  Nina pulled out and stepped away. Anthea squatted down so her face was directly above Rachel. She rammed her fingers in and out of herself, other hand flying across her clit as she screamed out loud. An orgasm raced through her, Rachel could see her pussy and anus contracting as she pulled her fingers out. A squirt of liquid gushed forth, hitting Rachel in the face and splashing onto her chest, soaking her. Anthea stepped away, legs shaking, unsteady on her feet now. She sat down to one side, breathing heavily, chest heaving as Nina pulled off the strap on cock. Now Nina crouched over Rachel.

  “Look at you, you whore, you liked watching that didn’t you? Well you won’t like this.”

  Rachel’s eyes widened as above her Nina held her lips apart. She couldn’t wriggle away and could only stare as from Nina a spurt of yellow piss sprayed out, hitting her thighs, drops of it splashing down straight onto Rachel’s face. It kept falling fast and heavy.

  “Swallow it you slut,” Nina said. Rachel opened her mouth, gulping it down as Nina lowered herself further, now sitting on Rachel’s face, suffocating her. Rachel swallowed as fast as she could, ignoring the strange taste, just wishing it were over so she could breathe again. She could feel the tape being ripped from her thighs, the dildo in her pussy was whipped out of her, then the one in her arse. After so long in there she felt suddenly empty, gaping open, desperate to be filled again.

  Nina finally finished pissing and stood up again.

  “Please,” Rachel whispered, coughing as she felt the taste of piss in her mouth. “Please put them back in.”

  Nicole laughed and nodded, Sara slid something back into her anus, leaving her pussy desperate for attention now. It was a vibrator this time and Rachel felt the tremors run through her as it was switched on, not powerful enough to affect her clit though, that was aching for someone to touch it, to rub it, to make her cum.

  Jenny appeared above her, spreading her labia, lowering herself onto Rachel’s face. Rachel stared up at her open pussy, shocked by how depraved this had become and by how much she was enjoying it. Rachel was forced to lick her, to push her tongue up into Jenny as her head was held tightly, pressed further into the pussy by her mouth. Sara began kissing Jenny as Rachel tongue fucked her, feeling the thighs tighten their grip on the side of her head. She wanted her freedom, wished she could spread her legs but they were being tied together even tighter than before, the vibrator still buzzing away deep in her arse.

  Jenny moved her hips more frantically now, as her own climax approached.

  “Oh my God,” she cried out. “She is so good!” She could say no more as Rachel felt the pussy muscles begin twitching, squeezing her tongue as she stayed inside Jenny’s pussy, her nose rubbing the clit involuntarily pressed up to her. As Jenny’s orgasm ran through her Sara moved down, pinching nipple clamps onto Rachel’s breasts, tugging at the chain that held them in place. She straddled Rachel’s chest and began peeing herself, it trickled straight down to between Rachel’s legs, the warmth entering her, pooling under her. Sara moved down, her legs astride Rachel’s now.

  Sara began using Rachel’s legs like a pillow, rubbing her pussy against her, taking only seconds to orgasm as she thrust her hips back and forth against Rachel, leaving her slickness on Rachel’s smooth skin.

  Jenny and Sara helped each other up, sitting down on chairs and holding hands, staring at Rachel. Nina and Nicole looked at each other. Nicole nodded. Rachel was forced to her feet, her legs were untied but her arms were kept strapped together. Nicole lay down on the floor in her place, attaching the strap on cock as she moved across the room. Rachel was forced down onto it, the plastic cock sliding straight up her as she was pushed down onto Nicole’s lap. She felt so full again and moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation.

  “You little whore, I knew you’d want that. Now fuck it, hard.”

  Rachel started bouncing up and down on the fake cock, her boobs bouncing too as Nina tugged at the chain attached to her nipples. She felt them being pulled, the pain it caused nothing next to the pleasure at finally being fucked properly. She never knew it could feel this good, Nicole’s hands were reaching across and toying with her clit. The strap on was pressing down on Nicole and
without warning she screamed, a climax ripping through her as she watched Rachel bouncing up and down above her. Nina lowered herself on Nicole’s face as Nicole came, leaving her no chance to catch her breath but forcing her to hungrily begin lapping at the girl above her. Nina didn’t take long to come, the excitement of this was too much for her, she ground her hips down onto Nicole’s face, slamming her own tongue into Rachel’s mouth, kissing her passionately, holding the back of her head.

  Rachel was getting closer too, she knew she was about to come. She raised herself up and sank down one last time. The vibrator in her anus was pulled further into her as her muscles began contracting, the heat inside her spreading across her whole being. She screamed as she came, her clit nothing now but pleasure, flying deep into her body, making her tense up, legs spasming as Nicole smiled up at her, Nina still kissing her though her screams.

  With a jolt there was nobody there. Rachel was alone in bed, soaked in sweat. She felt between her legs as the alarm clock blurted into life. She was in her temporary flat and so wet down there, her pussy muscles were still throbbing. She felt desperate to come, realising it had been a dream. She was about to begin masturbating, to reach the climax she wanted when her roommate burst in.

  “Come on Rachel, get up! It’s your interview for the Ladies of Lantern House today!”

  Keeping Calm in the Lecture Hall

  Mr Manners sat down at the same desk for the same lecture he’d given countless times over the years. The students would sit and try to look interested as always but the material he was teaching had lost its sparkle over the years. He was a distinguished looking man, heading towards retirement with dignity but he wished he had a happier home life to accompany his success in the world of work.

  Mrs Manners hated him, had done for years. He was aware of a certain level of animosity at home but as he spent most of his time at the college it didn’t seem to make much of a difference.

  He sat in his familiar chair, remembering what their life together used to be like. Sex most nights, sometimes twice a day. She hadn’t been naked in front of him for years now though, in her nightie and in bed before he was home most nights. It wasn’t worth the arguments to even suggest sex anymore.