Stripped Down

by Tristan Taormino

  He was already hard, and when she unbuttoned his jeans, I saw that he was wearing nothing beneath them. They had planned this. Elly had ambushed me, not even warned me that today would be the day. My face felt hot.

  Elly pulled her shirt off and I watched her full breasts sway as she leaned into his lap. She started with slow licks, from his balls up to his head, the way she had so many times with me. But he could feel her—his cock wasn’t made of silicone. He could feel every lick, every flick of her tongue. As I watched, I thought of all the times she had laid me back and teased my thighs and belly with her tongue before finally sucking me. How I could almost, but not quite, feel her. How just watching her and pushing her head down, I could almost come in her face.

  She finally stopped teasing him and took his cock into her mouth. He moaned, and I shifted slightly in the chair, realizing for the first time that I was wet. I looked at his swollen cock, watched her perfect mouth as she bobbed up and down on it. And watching his face, the way his hips moved and his hand in her hair, I could feel her too. My pussy throbbed as she sucked him.

  And when I knew that she could feel his cock throbbing, when she knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before he came, she stopped and got to her feet. He groaned, turning up his head, looking at her. She slipped out of her skirt and when she picked up her foot to step out of it, I could see how wet she was. So could he. She tugged on his arm, pulling him to his feet.

  “Take off your pants,” she told him, and while he obliged, she crawled onto the bed. She positioned herself on her hands and knees and my pussy flooded onto my scrubs. She was facing me, her brown eyes looking intently at me as he got on the bed behind her. And I knew. It had all been for me. Because she knew me better than I did. I had been right: the surfer wasn’t really her type. He was mine—the kind of guy I’d fuck, the kind of guy I would want to be. She had known how wet I’d get, how I’d be able to feel what he was feeling, how watching him fuck her in my favorite position would put together the last puzzle pieces of my fantasies.

  He pressed his head up against her wetness and gasped. I knew the feeling. I knew how wet she got, how she made my fingers slick, how she dripped down my wrist. As he slid into her, I thrust my hand into my pants and rubbed my clit. I moaned, that feeling welling up in me too soon. I wanted to come with him. I wanted to come inside her. I pulled my fingers away and squirmed in the chair. I realized that I was mimicking his rhythm, grinding in my seat. She reached for her clit, and I felt my eyes get hot and wet. She made quick circles while he held on to her hips and thrust into her.

  I could tell she was close from the way her jaw slackened and her breathing changed. I started touching myself again, hoping he would come when I wanted him to. Her eyes didn’t leave me until she started to come. As she squeezed them shut, I knew that her pussy was clenching around his cock. He cried out and held on to her, and as Elly rode out the last waves of her orgasm, he exploded inside her and I let myself go. I could feel it, feel myself coming. Not by myself on a chair, but in her. My cock jerked and throbbed as I filled her up with my cum. It was what I had wanted since the first time I laid eyes on her. I felt tears on my cheeks.

  Like the perfect guest, he didn’t overstay his welcome. Elly pulled a nightie out from under a pillow and slipped it on as he got dressed. She gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, and he let himself out, waving at me with a sheepish grin.

  Elly came and sat on my lap, pulling my head to her chest and kissing my hair. My damp eyes left wet spots on her nightie as I pulled away and looked up at her.

  “It was just what I wanted.”

  PUPPY SLUT

  Michelle Brennan

  It was my first time cruising in a men’s room, first time pissing in one too. The odor caught me off guard, strong and musky, heat-producing sweat, or maybe that was just my own adrenaline causing this surge. I sauntered up to the urinal, unzipped, and pulled out my cock. I’d played this moment over in my head a hundred times in the past hour, beer warming up in front of me at the bar. I knew if I didn’t do this whole thing right, I’d piss all over myself and have to pass it off as some kind of golden shower fantasy to cover my ass. I had an extra pair of black Carhartts in the car, just in case I needed them.

  He was tall and clean cut, with porcelain skin and sculpted dark sideburns, and his steel-toed boots looked as if they’d been freshly licked clean by some lucky boy. Damn, did I want to be down by his boots right then. I didn’t care that he’d yet to notice me or, if he had, was waiting for me to come to him. Maybe he knew I’d be waiting for him in the bathroom, whacking off, and that’s why he sauntered in after me not a minute after I disappeared from my stool.

  I glanced over at him, making sure he caught me looking, wide eyed and holding my shit right out in the open, wanting to kiss his boots and swallow his cock whole.

  “Evening, Sir,” I muttered, caught off guard by his hungry stare, his eyes telling me, not asking, that my ass was his that night. I tried not to lose my confidence when he approached, and suddenly I realized where I was and what I had just gotten myself into: a men’s bathroom, being picked up by this leather daddy, holding onto a hard cock attached to a sparkly blue harness. Mama always said stranger danger, but I was never one to take the advice of an elder, unless he was clad in chaps and smothering my face in his crotch. Which is exactly where I ended up. On my knees in a dank bathroom where musky sweat, cum, and leather overloaded my senses, and the adrenaline pumped through my veins as if hot lava had just flooded through my body. I could have suffocated and gone to heaven just then.

  I grabbed at him with my paws, groping and working at his zipper. His hands, big workingman’s hands that smelled of trucks and gas, grabbed my neck; petting my hair like a potential owner sizing up a new puppy. He gathered the back of my shirt into his fist and yanked me away.

  “Where are your manners? You need a training leash, boy. Get the fuck up.” One quick slap across my left cheek told me to keep my mouth shut. I scrambled quickly to my feet, a bit wobbly and disoriented, the hunger in my cunt consuming me, threatening to lash out impulsively.

  One man, who’d apparently been watching the encounter, laughed out, “Got yourself a rabid one there, huh, daddy-o?” Then this guy was suddenly being taken care of by two other men who’d been lurking in the shadows while this encounter was unraveling.

  “Fucking tourist bullshit faggots,” Daddy muttered as he dragged me out of the bathroom, his grip now tightening around my neck. “You think you can just give me those puppy eyes, paw at me a little, act completely disgusting back there, and expect that I’m just going to fuck a piece of trash like you?” he grunted into my ear as he pushed me past the other bar stools, and out into the late night air. It was cold on my face and the mark his hand had left on my cheek stung. The parking lot was quiet and scattered with bikes, trucks, and a few cars. He led me to his truck, reached in and grabbed a choke collar from the dashboard and slipped it over my head, then pulled his hanky out of his back pocket to tie over my eyes.

  “Get in,” he commanded as he pushed me onto the truck bed. I remembered then that in my flurry of hunger I had completely forgotten to piss. I didn’t know how this daddy would feel when he felt my wet cunt crying out for him to fuck me, fill me, break me.

  But that thought was only entertained for a second before I was on my knees in the truck bed. There was a blanket laid out below. It was soft and smelled of big dogs and sex and woods. His grip was now on my pants as he slipped my belt off and pulled my jeans down to just above my knees. His hand moved up along my back, pushing down in spots, as if testing my strength to see where I might break if hit too hard. Suddenly, I felt the worn leather of my belt come down swiftly over my ass, causing me to squeal in a mixture of fear, ecstasy, and pain.

  “Pay attention puppy slut,” he said as he imprinted all five fingers on my asscheek over the spot where he’d inflicted the first blow. I whimpered a bit and tried to keep my composure. His force was even stro
nger than I’d anticipated.

  “I like my boys red and shiny, and you need to be quiet or else we can’t do this here and I’ll just have to leave your horny red ass out in the cold,” he growled.

  My body froze. He told me to shine and I was going to gleam. He shoved a gag into my mouth, but what I really wanted was to take his bulging dick out of his tight pants and let him fuck my mouth hard with it. There was no time for requests; I felt a small, solid object pressed into my hand.

  “Puppy slut, if you can’t handle Daddy you just throw this; otherwise, I better not catch your slimy paws letting go of any present I give to you.”

  It got quiet then, except for the sound of crickets and frogs. He had planned ahead by parking his truck in the far end of the lot, below a lamp with a burnt-out bulb. I listened hard, trying to follow his movements and feeling disorientation creeping up my nerves. Fear raced through my veins.

  He’s just getting me riled up, I reminded myself. I needed the fuck, ached from the thirst of wanting him to rip me open. I was worried he was planning on leaving me there for the vultures; maybe he didn’t like faggot riot grrls like me hiding out in boys’ bars; but then he was up behind me again and this time a heavier belt with metal loops along it came down on my ass, one blow after another cutting the air quicker each time. The gag in my mouth grew moist with my squeals as my ass felt warmer and redder, the night air adding sting to each moment I wasn’t in contact with the belt. I could not help but thrust my ass toward his belt, and ultimately, his cock. I wanted to hear his zipper slide down, wanted to hear him stroking himself, wanted it all so badly. I was trying hard not to be a greedy bottom.

  And then, just as quickly as the blows started, they stopped. He took hold of the collar he’d placed on me and yanked me up onto my knees. Whatever I had been wanting slipped from my memory as his fingers coiled around my neck, then moved slowly down onto my shoulders, pushing me down further, then removing the gag.

  “Puppy slut, are you hungry yet? I bet you’d like Daddy to feed you, you drooling little faggot.”

  I still couldn’t see, but I knew he had a boner about an inch away from my mouth.

  “Uh-huh,” was all I could whimper, trying hard not to break.

  “It would be nice if we could get everything we wanted. I know I’m getting what I want tonight. Who would have thought I’d sniff out the one cunt-wielding gem hidden in that bar. My beast’s sense of smell does me well most nights,” he barked, and pushed my head down on the blanket, roughly pulling my ass up in the air. The lube was cold and came out of nowhere; suddenly his fingers were carving through my cunt, exploring my innards with ease and precision. I was right there, ready to explode as more of this hand shoved its way into me, fucking all the way in, while with his other hand he strapped a condom over his cock and dribbled more lube onto my ass.

  I was rocking with Daddy’s hand, trying to remember to keep quiet. My cunt muscles tightened, locking his hand in. I was more than ready to shoot my load all over him when he pulled out and smacked my ass, my cum making each blow that hit the red welts from his belt sting. He lifted my ass up higher, his cock tracing the smooth crack of my rear. I bucked and whimpered, needing it so bad. The tease was too much now; keeping silent was impossible.

  “Please, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me! I’ll be your good puppy slut and take it all. I’m so hungry, Daddy. I can’t take it anymore. Please, please fuck me!”

  He yanked me up and slapped my face hard to shut me up before I could finish my pleading. I was right where he wanted me, nothing more than a whimpering pathetic dribbling puddle of a pup slut; dying for his meat in me, fucking the piss right out of me. My body shook and wailed as he slid his cock into my ass. It was hot and solid and I yelped again as he slammed deeper into me.

  He coiled his hands around my hips, holding me in place and helpless beneath his body towering above me. He rode my ass like a cowboy, like he’d done my shit a hundred times before and was coming back for more. As each thrust dug deeper into me, the pressure from his cock made the familiar warmth of piss spray all over my thighs and pool in small puddles by my knees. He grunted and fucked harder. Just as I felt his boner throbbing and hoped for him to come in my ass, he reached down, stroked my cock, slid his hand back behind the balls and rested it on my clit and began jerking me off—and I came instantly into his hand several times, body bucking with spasms and pushing even harder against his cock. Daddy receded from my ass and let go of my hips as I fell back onto my rubbery legs. I could hear him removing the condom, and I wanted to see his dick, throbbing and wet. “Let me—” His hand was behind my head as he spun me around roughly and slapped my face.

  “I thought I told you to be silent, puppy slut. You can’t listen to Daddy? Well, then I’ll just have to shut you up.” He tore the blindfold off and got a good grip on my choke, keeping it tight while he guided my mouth to his dick. I took it eagerly, desperately, a starved puppy finally getting a bone to gnaw on. I swallowed his cock like a good fag as he twitched and yanked out and came on my face, slapping cum against my cheeks with his cock. Sweat and quick breaths came as he let me collapse by his feet, curled up and licking his boots.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, content with my first night of cruising.

  PLANET 10

  Catherine Lundoff

  I had a thing for Altarans ever since I saw my first one. Unfortunately for me, they didn’t leave their home world of Hana-altair much. But every now and then one of them went off-world to sow some wild oats, then went back “to serve her people” as the Xenasciens put it. Oh, didn’t I mention that part? Yep, they’re all females. My kind of alien, if you get my drift.

  Good thing for me that humanoids and Altarans got some crucial things in common. Couple of Xenasciens even say that we’re all from the same original species. It’d kinda suck to have a thing for critters that could only live in methane or were all slimy. Good thing for any Altaran I managed to get lucky with too, I hoped. Especially if she liked them short and furry.

  My extra fingers and toes and the layer of body fur are a souvenir of growing up on Knossos. That’s my home world, a nifty place that started out as an old Earth penal colony. And just like our ancestors, Knossans like to ship their troubles into space. It’s a mean place to grow old, all ice and Cano-boshi bearcats. The bearcats are named after the scientist who discovered them. Just before they ate her.

  I got shipped out a few turns back when it became obvious that breeding for the state or joining the merc forces wasn’t in my future. Just as well. I’m more of a lover than a fighter anyway, and the wrong kind of lover for Knossos Prime for sure.

  But back to my thing for Altarans. I saw my first one a Standard year or two back when I was wandering around Qiang Shx Spaceport on Deben acting like your average hick. It wasn’t hard to do since Qiang Shx is bigger than any city on Knossos. The place is set up in overlapping circles with a big market in the center, all sealed under a big dome to keep out the poisonous Deben atmosphere. Or to keep the miners on the planet, depending on who you talk to. Point is, it’s a helluva big port.

  There was every kind of being and machine you could think of including things I’d never heard of, let alone seen before. I was pretty much breaking every rule in the Guide for Interplanetary Etiquette. My crew buddies, Shango and Irxq, had to keep hold of my belt to keep me from wandering off.

  So I was gaping even before I saw her. She was a little taller than me with huge gold eyes, no pupils. The gills around her long jaws were fluttering, all shiny under the spaceport lights. I didn’t know it then, but it meant she was laughing. She had her tail tucked up into her elbow, and she was talking to some Deltans who were trying to sell her something. There was something so dainty, but really strong about her, you know? I gaped even more, especially while I looked from the curves of her breasts down to her powerful legs with their clawed feet.

  I elbowed Shango and pointed, “What’s she?”

  What I w
as thinking must have showed in my voice ’cause he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, honey! You do not need to become a lizard chaser. The chances of her saying yes are a million to one. Plus you’d have to find one that was a total anomaly to do the kinds of stuff you were talking about last night.” He and Irxq chortled, or snorted in Irxq’s case, not having a voice box to speak of. I had been a little too forthcoming in my cups the night before, apparently.

  I drew myself up and fell back on my sore pride. “I was asking from a Xenascien perspective.” Shango grinned at me till I grinned back. He’s a Deneban humanoid who only likes male humanoids from New Afric and Jazzville, and only the ones with the old Earth Brit accents to boot. To each his fetish, I guess. Pal that he is, he told me what he knew about Altarans, which wasn’t much. Afterward, I went and trailed after her all over the spaceport like a lovesick pup till she got back on her ship and it took off.

  From then on, I was hooked. I couldn’t tell you exactly what it was, but I just had to be with an Altaran. There was something so incredibly alien about them, but really beautiful too. Plus I’m always fascinated by what I think I can’t have, especially if it’s female. Bad habit. I looked up everything I could find on them in the holofiles, the Encyclopedia Intergalactica, you name it. That’s how I know about their home world.

  I also found out that Shango was right. The chance of me finding one who’d even think about getting sexual with me was pretty damn slim. They generally stuck with their own kind and exceptions were rare. I had a hell of a time even gleaning that much, and I spent many a sleepless night wondering just how I’d mate (their word) with a lizard anyway.

  I decided to keep hope alive by staying in practice. With that in mind, I did things I hadn’t even dreamed of back on Knossos. I dreamed a hell of lot, so that’s saying something. None of it got me any closer to an Altaran but it was fun. I never lost my thing for them though: all that time, all those females, and I still wanted one of them.