by Laura Cooper
Come Home With Me: Part 1
by
Laura B. Cooper
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Come Home With Me: Part 1
Copyright © 2011 by Laura B. Cooper
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About the Author
I obsess over all things naughty and spontaneous. Growing up in the deep Romantic South, I was raised in a prominent family who prided themselves on their ability to appear normal to other socialites.
Straying from my historical roots, I learned to find pleasure within the secret world of swinging. In the eyes of those who see me in the luxurious downtown Charleston shops, I am the typical southern woman. In the eyes of those who know me best, I am a sensual creature who thrives on spontaneous sexual adventures.
My motto is that it is best to try anything at least once; if i derive pleasure from the experience, then I add it to my repertoire of erotic journeys.
For years I have kept track of my various exploits in several purple spiral bound notebooks. It was on the urging of my husband that some of be released for public enjoyment. Actual occurrences are often further expanded on by descriptions of the locations in which they happened, otherwise all stories are fairly true to fact.
I enjoy sensual “treats,” as I call them, with women and men. But the thrill comes from spontaneity. With every moment of my life having been planned and executed to the minutest detail, I find a rush in the unexpected. Fondest locations have been bank ATM enclosures, downtown Charleston alleyways, the bow of yachts docked in the harbor, and even a fire truck.
When I am not writing about my naughty adventures, I maintain the appearance of structure. With two children in college, I now have time to explore avenues that were previously filled with family life. My husband and I now reside outside the city limits of Charleston with my rescued dogs and a cat.
When I’m not delving between the legs of my “treats,” I also enjoy paranormal investigations, interior design, and helping homeless animals.
Remember “the Queen of Diamonds will beat you if she’s able; the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.”
Laura
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Karma
Karma is a strange thing, I have spent hours reading through book after book on how to strengthen and align my karma. I understood how it worked but had never hit on the actual alignment until a year ago. Finding my inner slut through the Tramp Stamp Club had set into motion the chain of events that landed me where I was now, in the foyer of the home of my dreams. Just standing here made my clit throb as the house was everything that we had ever wanted and needed all these years.
Chris had come for the closing, but needed to get back to the other house to tend to the animals. He would be back in a week. He knew that I wouldn’t rest until the house was as I wanted it to be, and that I would be up in the middle of the night wandering around arranging things. There was no need for him to endure that. Besides, someone needed to be with our pets until the new kennel was ready for them to move with us.
I wish he had at least come with me to the house the first time though, I thought miserably. This was so exciting that I needed a release, and I needed it now. My mind was already imagining his prick rubbing against my breasts. If this house turned me on this much, he was in serious trouble! I desperately needed to get this orgasm out of my body or I wouldn’t be able to think for the rest of the day.
The staircase on the right side of the massive two story foyer was one of the features that originally attracted me to the house. It floated in mid air with seemingly no structural support. I sat down on the second step and propped my feet on the step below me. My underwear were little more than a few strings that covered my partially shaved pussy. I slid my fingers gently underneath my short skirt and spreading my legs on the steps I slid my fingers onto my pounding clit, pressing deeply on the nub until it recognized being answered. The flush swept through my body as I massaged my ache until it slowly maneuvered itself into my pussy. Reaching into my purse that I had haphazardly thrown on the step beside me, I took out the tampon shaped container that I kept there for emergencies such as this. The tiny vibrator came to life with the touch of a button, and I mounted it with extreme need onto my clit. Sliding my fingers into my pussy, I already felt the passion unleashing itself.
Moving my fingers in and out of my pussy was not giving me the satisfaction that I needed and I was desperate for this orgasm. I moved the small vibrator inside me and the fingers of my other hand onto my trembling clit. I was forcefully thrusting it in and out of my pussy when the massive front door opened. Though my head was thrown backwards with my impending orgasm, I sensed the man standing at the open doorway.
In a quick glance he appeared young, rugged and handsome. Having lost any trace of embarrassment as a member of the “club,” I simply looked at him. Taking my hand from my clit, I motioned for him to join me. He strode across the foyer without abandon, unzipping his jeans as he walked. His cock sprang from his jeans instantly upon being released. Without a word he offered the long, thick snake to my mouth.
I resumed the plunging of the vibrator into my pussy. Taking his cock into my mouth, I noticed the warmth of his skin as I ran my tongue across the head teasing him and wetting my new playground. My own need was far too great for serious play at the moment. I needed his cock and I needed to feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. I opened wide and took him into the back of my throat in one movement. I was a desperate woman, and this required desperate measures I thought to myself as I moved my head quickly back and forth over his hard dick. My saliva running down my face as I moved fast to bring him up to my pace, when I felt his balls tighten over my chin I knew I had succeeded. I matched my sucking to the plunging of the vibrator in my pussy. The young man moaned and I tasted his pre-cum in the far back of my throat. My entire body was working to fuck my pussy with the tiny but powerful silver bullet as my mouth sucked his prick with my need. He thrust his cock onto my tonsils as the hot cum shot down my throat. My pussy registered with the taste and shot out its own stream of wetness onto the step below me. My entire body shivered with the orgasm and my legs pulled themselves together without my knowledge to capture my fingers and the toy together.
I was still shaking as I slowly lightened my grip on his member. Sliding it out to my lips I gently kissed its head and swallowed it’s cum. I looked up to the man’s face and he was looking down at me, appreciating my deep red fingernails still clasped around his relaxing cock. He smiled down at me; I gave his prick one last adoring kiss before he moved to zip his jeans.
“Forgive me for being so rude,” I admired his graceful movements as he sat on the step below me. “Who exactly are you?”
“If you are Laura then I believe I am your new veterinarian.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “So we will be working together every day then!”
He joined me in my humor. “It appears as though it will be a long lasting, and quite delightful position!”
Salad Anyone?
We had been in the house for a month when football season started. Normally we are anxio
us to occupy our box seats with our dear friends, but on this opening day we found ourselves still attempting to arrange our new lives. Boxes still needed unpacking, furniture was still crammed into the garage awaiting movement to its eventual placement, and in my mind our entire lives seemed unorganized and disheveled. Cranking up the RV and driving the three and a half hours to the stadium and devoting the entire weekend to football just didn’t seem feasible at the time.
I had suggested that he go without me, but true to form there was no way he was going to be separated from me for that amount of time. Still, I felt sorry for Chris, he lived his life around this team and football season, and it didn’t seem fair to totally eliminate a celebration. I made a few calls to his best friends and explained my predicament. They agreed to come over tomorrow afternoon for a small get together and to watch the game. I invited them to bring their wives and in Josh’s case, his dog, if they liked. Steve would definitely bring Karen, Ryan would bring Prissy, and Connor would ask Belinda if she wanted to come. Josh would bring Spike, as he rarely went anywhere without the boxer, so it was merely a courtesy to invite him as well.
I grocery shopped and arranged snacks that I knew the men would love. I also stopped by the Wine store and bought one of the German wines that I knew that Prissy could finish off in the afternoon. Karen and Prissy were both members of the “Tramp Stamp Club,” and we all knew one another well. Belinda was a member of the Welfare League with us all, but was a little too prim and proper for anything more. I hoped that if she did come with Connor that she would not dampen our activities.
Everything was set up, and I was in the kitchen fixing up trays of snacks for Chris’s office. His dark paneled office was one of those rooms that oozed manliness. He had not disappointed me by decorating it with deep brown bronze nailed leather sofas and a giant UFO sized ottoman. His desk was in front of the massive and heavily draped windows that overlooked the horse pasture. I had laughed at his placement of the desk as it seemed rather White House-ish to me.
Karen bounded into the kitchen with her usual flair; the woman had energy that practically beamed from her every moment. She flung her arms around me and brought my lips to hers. Sending her tender tongue into my mouth with a flare of passion to get the party started, no doubt. Her kisses always made my nipples hard, and as I pulled away from her I looked down at them to check.
“Yep! You still have it girl!” I gestured at my nipples poking through the orange sheer bra that I had chosen to wear underneath the white tank top.
“Give me your hand and I will show you why I do it.” Karen took my hand and slid it under her sleek crimson mini skirt. She guided my fingers directly to her pussy opening and I felt the wetness sloshing against my forefinger.
“Hmmm...” I moaned taking my hand back and tasting my fingers. “How about a quickie for an appetizer?” I questioned.
Karen was already hopping on top of my black granite countertop as I spoke. She spread her legs and hiked her skirt above the part of skin it covered, revealing her wet pussy devoid of underwear.
“What? Couldn’t find panties to match today?” I teased as I bent before her to inspect my treat.
“Not at all. I just wanted to be convenient today!” Karen joked as she pulled my head into her clit with a playful force.
I used my fingers to spread her lips wide noticing the new silver jewelry she wore attached to her clit. “What is this?” I exclaimed delighted by the new addition.
“Clit ring! It’s supposed to make you licking me even more enticing.”
I couldn’t hold off trying it, so my tongue went right to the new jewelry. Twitching it under my tongue, back and forth, I felt the coolness of the silver in comparison to the hot temperature of her entire heavenly mound. She tasted so damn good all the time I thought, as I pulled her entire clit, ring and all, into my mouth. I sucked it with a strong passion, alternating running my tongue down her slit to the opening of her dripping hole.
“Oohh..” Karen moaned, “So what do you have to fuck me with today?”
I hadn’t thought much further than putting my face close to her soaking pussy, so the question caught me without an answer. I pulled away and glanced around me. I noticed right away the basket of washed, fresh vegetables that I was getting ready to slice before she had come in. I grabbed one of the two huge cucumbers and held it before her. Karen was in awe at the mere size of the vegetable, and nodded in agreement, but with a tad bit of concern, I thought.
I pulled the cucumber into my mouth and sucked it in front of her. Mostly to get it wet, as well as to feel the large thing in my mouth. I was imagining it was a dark, huge cock, and the idea toyed with my imagination. Returning my lips and tongue to the attention of Karen’s jeweled clit, I gently rubbed the giant vegetable against her wet opening. Pushing it slightly to test the pliancy of her lips against it, as expected her legs swung further open to allow me to continue pressing the cucumber into her. As I sucked her clit and pushed against her pussy, I felt the cucumber sliding its way home. Once inside her, it was clearly stretching her to her limits. Her head lay back against the white upper cabinets behind her and she was moaning with the pleasure that the cucumber was giving her
Adding more pressure to her clit with my tongue and slowly gliding the cucumber in and out of her pussy was making my own pussy wet. My ass was in the air bent over Karen as I felt my skirt lift over my ass. Startled I turned around to see Prissy gazing at my behind with a plan in her eyes.
“Hi girls, mind if I join you?” Prissy smiled at us. I was dripping wet and her attention would be more than welcome. Prissy slid her fingers inside me, testing my own pussy for wetness. Satisfied with her findings she picked up the other cucumber from the counter and began sliding it between my legs. It was very cool, and it felt firm against the hole of my soaking pussy opening. I spread my legs to allow her to fill me up. Prissy carefully forced the huge vegetable into my pussy. I felt my entire being shudder as it filled me completely.
Taking the moment to run my tongue around the cucumber that my own treat had inside her pussy in front of me, I enjoyed same feeling that I now knew she was experiencing. Prissy’s heavy breasts rubbed against my back as her hand holding the cucumber in my pussy moved it in and out of me. Karen and I were both at the point of erupting onto our respective vegetables.
Feeling her growing orgasm, I pulled Karen’s clit into my mouth, thrusting the cucumber into her deeper than before. Prissy felt my own orgasm and pushed my own cherished vegetable into the depths of my pussy. My pussy felt stretched like never before. It was overwhelming, and I couldn’t hold off the orgasm any longer. Karen’s pussy shot a stream of wet cum onto my lips as she came onto the cucumber. My own pussy let go of a massive amount of fluid as I exploded with a wonderful orgasm.
Behind us I heard someone clearing their voice. “Ladies? I thought this get together was for us guys?”
How long Chris had watched I wasn’t sure. “Oh go on and take a plate of snacks and get back to your office!” I laughed at him. “We will be there in a minute, after we prepare the vegetable platter.”
Chris was smiling as he turned to walk out of the room; he called back to us over his shoulder. “Well, the cucumbers are perfect already, but do put some ranch on the carrots if you don’t mind.”
Kick Off
Kick off was in another half hour, we were informed. Chris, Josh, Steve, Connor, and Ryan were firmly planted on the leather sofa’s in Chris’s office in front of the plasma. Drinks in hand, they seemed content at least for the next hour. It never ceased to amaze me how they could watch pre-game shows with such interest.
Karen, Prissy, and I had sliced the cucumbers and added them to the vegetable platter without washing them again; let the boys have a little taste. We couldn’t help but giggle watching them snack on them with such apparent vigor. I doubted Chris had told them what they had been used for; he probably would find humor in seeing if they noticed the taste of pussy on their snacks.
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bsp; We weren’t able to divulge too much of what had happened prior to prim and proper Belinda’s entrance into the party. I felt sure she noticed that something of great humor had happened because we were awfully giggly I thought. Who cared though? I thought as I guided the ladies on a tour through our new house.
“Would you like to see the other buildings?” I questioned.
Belinda, intrigued by the vast expanse of “The Wilderness,” was the first to exclaim that she would absolutely love to see the rest. In the media room I poured us each a glass of the chardonnay.
Carrying our glasses, we walked across the oyster graveled road that separated our front yard from the kennel and other structures beyond. In the kennel tackroom we found Roger examining one of the rescued cocker spaniels that had come in yesterday. I couldn’t help but notice Karen’s instant attraction to Roger’s strong young form standing over the metal table. True to form, when we began to leave, Karen suggested that Roger may need her assistance for a little while. Poor Roger, I thought. It wasn’t like I gave the thirty year old veterinarian much peace during the week as it was, now Karen had discovered him and he was bound to be exhausted. I lifted my eyebrows at the suggestion, and nodded in agreement as Roger glanced at me in question. He wanted my approval to fuck Karen. What a delight, I thought to myself, but still struggling to maintain the perfect courtesan in showing Belinda and Prissy around the property.
“Roger, do you mind if I show off your apartment?”
“Not at all!” Roger smiled at me with tenderness. We both enjoyed the apartment above the kennel barn immensely.
After our tour of the expansive rooms of the boathouse and the log cabin style recreation room that was part of the garage, the three of us walked into the back yard from the marsh on the wooden deck that led directly into the cabana house at the far end of the pool.