“More than you are now? Holy shit!” Oh God, he was having a hell of a time holding that orgasm back. The picture she put in his mind was a killer. Oh Jesus! “Goddamnit, I’m coming!” It felt like he was ejaculating oceans of hot spunk, filling her up, and it was spilling out on them and the sheet.
She tried to answer, but could only babble and quiver against him, her orgasm consuming her.
He had called that Jesse woman and asked if she could come, that his “mother” would be out of town. She hadn’t even hesitated.
With no fanfare the voluptuous little wench stripped off her red clingy dress, kicked off her sandals and leaped into his bed. Shaun was already lying there naked. And Bettina, she was sitting comfortably in the closet looking through a peephole.
“You are one gorgeous stud,” Jesse murmured, her mouth brushing over his torso, biting, nibbling, licking. She was holding his stiff, throbbing cock in a vertical position, and her open mouth came down on the rosy head, sucking it in with hungry slurping noises. She sucked so hard it felt like she was going to suck his balls up through his cock. Oh fuck, that felt good. And Bettina was watching how good it felt. Shit. It was going to make her so jealous, she was going to fuck him to death.
He lay on his back and Jesse mounted him, pressing his eager cock into place and sliding down on it while he watched that hungry pussy eat his prick up, right down to the base of the shaft. Nature took over and he pumped up into her, pushing as hard and deep as he could. Oh man, good pussy, good pussy. Shit, Bettina was watching.
Jesse was going crazy, bouncing on him and whimpering and groaning. “I’m going to come,” she cried, and he held her hips tight against him thrusting up into her. Wait, he didn’t want to come yet. This was too good. Or not. He looked up and Bettina was standing there buck naked, with the look of a wildcat in heat.
Meanwhile, Jesse was squealing and gasping, in the throes of orgasm. Damn, what the hell is a man to do! Bettina pushed Jesse over onto her back. “Here, use this,” she said, dropping a big dildo on her stomach. She grabbed Shaun and rolled him over on top of her. He was in dire pain from needing to come so bad and bewildered at what was going on.
“Fuck me, you big stud,” Bettina commanded. “Fuck me till I scream!”
Oh, shit yeah, he could do that. She was already guiding him in, and his aching cock was eagerly pushing, thrusting, doing its natural thing. It was hard to believe any man loved to fuck more than he did. He hoped to die fucking. Bettina forcefully slowed him down, her hips rotating in a round, slow rhythm beneath him. Oh fuck yeah.
“My God, you’re fucking your mother, you sicko!” Jesse was leaning over them yelling her head off. Shit. He had forgotten about her.
“I’m not his mother, you bimbo. Now shut up and play with your battery-powered toy until it’s your turn.” Bettina was just one big surprise.
Shaun continued to push into Bettina’s rhythmically rotating pussy, as he hovered on the edge of orgasm. She had already come and was still going strong. Jesus, this was heaven. And if it wasn’t, he didn’t want to go there. In an ecstatic haze, he fucked and fucked, watching Bettina’s wild-eyed ecstasy, and Jesse lying on her back pumping the vibrating dildo into her hole with both hands. She was moaning like she was dying, her eyes rolled back in her head. When Shaun came, it was a total surprise, taking him over utterly and completely. He came and came and came . . . oh holy mother . . .
EROTICA
Volume 6
Edited by
Barbara Cardy
SUPPORTING THE ARTS
Gary Philpott
Kim was dressed exactly as Helen expected her to be. A black bra top clung to her small breasts and left her well-toned stomach fully exposed. She was also wearing a short skirt and fishnet stockings to let the men know her legs were made for spreading.
“Nice trainers,” joked Helen as she climbed into Kim’s Polo.
“My heels are on the back seat. I’d like to see you drive in them.”
“Drive in them? I don’t think I could walk in them,” she laughed. “Lady Gaga, eat your heart out, Kim is out to get laid.”
“Anyway, nice to see you, I thought you might bottle it.” The two women embraced. “You’re looking stunning, as always. I see you’ve made the most of your tits.”
“Well, they’re the one thing that sets me apart from most of you girls. One has to play to one’s strengths.”
“Absolutely. You’re looking good on the outside, but how are you feeling on the inside?”
“Nervous.” Helen clicked her seat belt into place. “And excited at the same time.”
“That’s just how it should be. I feel exactly like that every time we go on stage, but don’t worry, the adrenaline gets you through.”
“How did last night go?”
Kim set the car in motion before answering. “We made quite a bit over target, so it takes some of the pressure off today.”
“That’s not what I meant, but any extra money must help. The local arts confederation will still match it, won’t they?”
“Oh, for sure. There’s no way we’ll make more than their maximum limit. So for every thousand extra we make, we get two thousand to add to the group’s coffers.”
“So, how did the show go?”
“It was fun. As you know, we’ve all done risqué stuff before, but the final act was something special, even for us. Brigid played the audience marvellously. The collection buckets came back full of notes, hardly any coins whatsoever. So we had to do it, we had no choice but to go all the way. A twelve-woman synchronized strip, it was always going to bring the house down. The theater manager was wetting himself, I can tell you. Though he did calm down when we invited him backstage afterward.” Kim let out one of her loud chuckles. “You know what Amelia’s like. I’ll fill you in on all the gory details down the pub tonight. We’ve organized an ‘after-show’ party at the Swan.”
“I have to say, Kim, I’ve taken your advice and told myself this is no different to what we do most Friday nights, but going out to get fucked on a Sunday afternoon does seem strange.”
“A few glasses of champagne will soon get you in the mood. And remember, if you don’t want to shag him, you just say no. No one will think any less of you. We were all saying exactly that last night. We expect a couple of the girls to back out at the last minute, we’ll just have to wait and see which ones.”
As she climbed out of the car at the East Manor Hotel, Helen thought back to the time when she had fucked there before. It was when her cousin Emily got married. The deed did not take place in her room though. She could hardly have asked her fifteen-year-old sister to go for a walk at two o’clock in the morning. So they’d sneaked into the guy’s room. The fact that his mate was asleep on the other bed, or possibly only pretending to be asleep, added to the excitement of it all.
Back then, the sex just happened. This was an entirely different kettle of fish. Knowing what she was about to do on this occasion made those stone steps up to the entrance seem incredibly foreboding.
“Hello, Kim darling. And who is this divine creature?”
“It’s Helen, Brigid, you’ve met her at least twenty times before.”
“Oh, no, it can’t be. You look so . . . well, sexy. This cannot be the same woman who supports us around the suburbs wearing jeans and a T-shirt. And you are doing this for us?”
“It’s the least I could do. We’ve had some very good times together.”
“Well, make sure you enjoy it. We have some simply gorgeous men here today, hand-picked by moi. And they all have a bob or two, I can tell you. Ah, Chloe, I am so glad you could make it . . .”
“Brigid. Where do we go?” asked Kim sharply.
“Oh, what was I thinking of? The ladies are gathering in the banqueting suite. Just through there on the left. Be careful not to stray into the conference room by mistake. The men are in there, they would shag you to death within minutes.”
“Sounds like a nice way to go,” joked
Kim.
It was finally time for the parade. Helen had a large number eight stuck to a disc attached to her wrist. She took one last sip of her champagne before falling into line with the other girls.
Brigid issued her final instructions. “Now, don’t forget, all the way down, and all the way back again, do not turn back early. Stop halfway to give them a good look at the merchandise. Look each man in the eye and give him a personal smile. And enjoy those eyes peeling away your clothes. Every single one of you looks absolutely gorgeous. Now go and make them horny, make them as horny as hell.” She pulled back the door. “And number one . . . Go.”
Amelia set off through the door.
“Is this wicked, or is this wicked?” whispered Kim from behind.
“Oh, it’s wicked. I still don’t believe I’m doing it, but it’s certainly wicked,” replied Helen quietly.
Her heart missed a beat at the moment Brigid said, “And number seven . . . Go.”
She was now at the front of the queue. In about two minutes, Brigid would be telling her to go. She brushed her temples to check for stray hairs, gave her boobs a little lift and pulled down the hem of her turquoise dress. And then she waited for what seemed like an eternity.
“They’re all gorgeous,” giggled number seven as she scurried back through the door.
“And number eight . . . Go.”
Helen set off with a thousand butterflies flapping inside her stomach. She could see the open door along the corridor. Inside that room were fifteen men who were about to judge her, about to put a price on her pussy. One of those men was going to pay to fuck her. No different to what happens in a nightclub, she told herself. You go there to get fucked. You’ve come here to get fucked. What’s the difference? This is for you, girls. She took a deep breath and strode through the door.
The men were sitting in a long row on the other side of a table that ran virtually the full length of the room. In front of her, there was a vast expanse of maroon carpet with a subtle yellow floral pattern running through it. That was her stage. That was her catwalk. She confidently strode toward the midpoint, turning her head to meet the eyes of the first six men with a smile. As instructed by Brigid, she stopped halfway down. It was time to face the men. With her hands held away from her body, she put the goods on display. Each and every one of the men smiled appreciatively. Helen was tempted to show them the back view, but remembered the instruction: “they can study your arse as you walk up and down”.
Suddenly she felt really confident. She was enjoying the power and the thrill. Her walk to the far end was slow and deliberate, moving one foot right across the front of the other, just the way models did it. She knew her arse would be rolling nicely.
Before turning back toward the door, Helen ran her hands down the side of her torso. It was then time for the return trip. Fifteen heads turned to watch her every inch of the way. This time she studied the men intently. Number seven was right: they were all fit and gorgeous. If any one of them had hit on her in a nightclub, she would have happily played the game. The only possible exception was the slightly older-looking guy with a goatee beard. Any of you can fuck me, except the one with the beard, thought Helen as she disappeared from their view.
“Now, despite what I led you to believe, I’m not going to tell you the ranking, all I’m going to do is tell you the room number you are going to,” stated Brigid.
“Oh, fucking hell, Brigid. Tell us.”
“No, Charlotte. We are a team. It matters not one jot who has secured the most money, or who has secured the least. All I will say on the matter is that every single one of those gentlemen has paid a handsome price for each and every one of you. Now, I have learned over the years what a horny bunch of girls you are, so let me dispatch you off to do what you came here to do. Your bed, your suitor and two hours of sexual bliss are waiting. Amelia . . . Room 216. Susie . . . Room 105 . . .”
Helen knocked on the door of room 221, and went in without waiting for a response. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. She was hoping for one of the more expensive rooms with a four-poster bed, but this was a standard twin. However, her eyes focused in on something that certainly did not disappoint. He was standing by the window, with a smile on his face and his bum on the radiator. He had dark, spiky hair, and a soft but attractive face. Helen remembered him as being the man three seats from the far end. In his suit, he looked a bit boyish, but in just a pair of white Calvin Klein’s, he looked very much a man. Well-toned muscles made his skin ripple from neck to toe. A jagged tattoo on his shoulder suggested he had a rough, wild side. This was a man built for action. He looked like a man who could fuck all day long. Two hours was just not going to be long enough.
“Crikey . . . I would have paid you.” The words were meant to stay inside her head, but they came out of her mouth as a soft whisper.
He chuckled. “David.”
Her eyes moved up from the bulge in his underwear. “Oh, sorry. Helen.”
“Close the door then.”
“Yes . . . Right.” She closed it with her bottom.
As soon as the door was shut, he slid his underpants down his legs and kicked them away. His cock pointed proudly away from a tuft of dark hair. “I hope that helps you relax.”
“Do you want me to strip for you?”
“Not yet. I would rather hug you and caress you first. Is that OK?”
“You’ve bought me. You can do what you want with me.”
“Huh.” He moved slowly toward her. “That’s not how I see it. I have made my contribution to the dance company and I won’t be asking for it back, even if you turn and walk out that door. The business side is done and dusted. What happens in this room is solely for pleasure, yours as well as mine.”
As he approached with open arms, Helen took a step toward him. Their lips met, their mouths opened and their tongues entwined. His naked body against her clothed body felt gorgeous. She dropped her handbag onto the floor and set about enjoying those muscles. His hands were all over her back, hips and the side of her ribcage.
Taking the bull by the horns, she dropped her hands onto his firm rump and squeezed his buttocks hard. They felt so tight, and so powerful. David followed her lead, starting on her behind. Before long he was sliding one hand onto her breasts. He was gentle at first, but then began to knead them heavily.
The vertical ravishing lasted about five minutes. Only then did he set about finding the tag between her shoulder blades. After easing it down a few inches, he unhooked the clasp. The zip carried on down to the small of her back. He frantically pulled the front of the dress over her tits, and down each arm. Her beautiful turquoise dress fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Her bra and panties joined it moments later. Helen reached for his cock and started to milk it. His hand delved between her legs and went to work on her soaking wet slit.
He had one finger inside her when he said, “Whoa,” and stepped back a couple of feet. His cock slipped from her grasp.
“You were about to come. Let me watch you spurt. My mouth will soon get you hard again.”
“No, I’ve waited a long time for this. I want to come inside you.”
“OK,” said Helen reluctantly.
Each of them used the break in physical activity to visually savor each other’s bodies. David’s cock was so hard and firm, it was pointing straight up to his navel.
“Choose the bed you want to be fucked on.”
Helen moved toward the one by the window, but then froze when she realized what the real choice was. The one by the wall had a length of cord attached to each corner.
“You want to tie me to the bed?”
“Only if you want to be tied to the bed.”
“Spreadeagled for you to fuck? At your mercy?”
“Yes.”
Could she trust him? Would he hurt her more than she liked to be hurt? “Which way?”
“Face down.”
Helen stepped toward the bed by the wall. “Oxford.”
/> “I understand.”
She climbed onto the bed and got into position. David took his time to tie the loops. He seemed to know what he was doing. It was certainly a neat job.
It started as expected: gentle slaps on her behind.
Slowly he built up the force, until he was spanking her buttocks hard, hard enough to make them tingle. And then to a new level where she could hear his hand swooshing through the air just before impact, making it hard not to clench in anticipation. The repeated smacks were stinging her arse, and making her pussy drip.
Helen wanted to tell him to fuck her, but stayed submissive for another five minutes, taking a severe beating on her backside right up to the moment David climbed onto the bed and pushed his thick cock into her. She felt it opening her up, but her slippery hole offered little resistance.
The spanking had done its job. It didn’t take long for her cunt to respond to being pounded by the full length of that wonderful cock as it was pulled back almost to exit, and rammed back in again. It started in her thighs, and surged up from there. Helen grunted and groaned as the full force of the orgasm hit her cunt. She bucked in its honor. David carried on fucking until his cock convulsed and spurted inside her.
“Oh, I’ve waited so fucking long to do that.” He dropped down onto his elbows. His bare body was resting on her back, his mouth was close to her ear, and his cock was still up her cunt.
“That’s the second time you’ve said that.”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
“Sorry?”
“Well, I recognized you as soon as I saw the portfolio emailed to me.”
“I’m still not following you.”
“The night I watched you fuck Gareth on the other bed, I swore I would fuck you some day. And what better place to do it than here, on the bed I was lying on that night?”
“You’re the lad who wanted to be a professional footballer?”
“Yep, and my dreams came true. I was gutted when you chose Gareth that night, but I did enjoy the show.”
“I had forgotten that was his name. I seem to remember you blew your chance.”
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