by Hunt, Lexi
Lacy had not hesitated an instant. She strode down the dimly lit hall and had brushed aside the arrogant girl without so much as an “excuse me,” and had grabbed the young man and kissed him passionately…confusing both the young man and the girl. When she released him, she had opened the front of her dress, baring her small perfect breasts and then reached in her purse and drew out a fity dollar bill. “It’s all I have baby, but I can get you the rest late…I just couldn’t wait any longer,” she said breathlessly, sinking to her knees in front of him. The young man and the girl had watched, astonished, as Lacy freed his cock from his jeans and energetically plunging his swollen cock into her luscious mouth.
Lacy laid it on thick, exclaiming at his size and the sweet taste of his cock, and telling him how she had been unable to think of anything but his cock for the last few days. “You don’t even have to fuck me baby, if you’ll just give me your cum!” she had said in her hottest, sexiest voice. When his cock had surged and his balls had churned in his scrotum she had moaned very loudly and fastened her lips around the base of his cock, sucking until he was dry. When he leaned back against the wall, shaken and in shock, Lacy had stood up and kissed him again, taking her time and making the appropriate noises. “I promise baby,” she’d said in a stage whisper, “I’ll pay you the rest next time.” She’d given him a wink and turned to face the girl. “Sorry honey, you’ll have to give him a few minutes to recover…I couldn’t wait any longer.” Lacy had reached up with her hand and slowly and casually wiped a gobbet of the boy’s cum from her chin that she had left there deliberately. With studied exaggeration, she had placed the finger with his cum on it in her mouth, swished the fluid around in her mouth, and swallowed it. “God that’s so good!” She fastened the front of her dress and had left the girl staring after her in amazement. The young man had a happy, crooked smile on his face.
Lacy was smiling to herself, pleased at confounding the arrogant little bitch and heartened by the boy’s crooked smile. This time she felt no guilt at all, just an overpowering desire for David’s cock. She climbed into her car and drove directly to his office.
The receptionist had greeted her brightly and told her David was in his office. She had entered his office and he had not even looked up. She stood for just a moment, taking in his handsome visage and feeling her love for him welling up inside of her. She quickly unbuttoned the buttons that closed the front of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. David looked up in surprise when he heard the dress fall. “Did you think it was Sheila that came in, shut the door, and stripped off her dress?” Lucy asked as she slipped off the wispy pair of French cut panties that were her only remaining garment.
She straddled him on his desk chair and pressed one firm breast into his mouth, her body on fire with lust. “Honey, what if somebody comes in…” he mumbled around her soft flesh.
“Fuck ‘em,” she breathed, “they’ll have to wait their turn.” David went wild, fumbling with his pants and shucking them down to his ankles. He thrust up into her and she shivered and moaned at the feel of him. The wildness was on her again, and she grabbed his head in both hands, her eyes locked on his and freezing him in place. “David,” she said hoarsely, “stick that big thing in my ass baby.” She wiggled on his cock. “Please?” she pleaded.
Completely taken aback by his wife’s wanton behavior, it took David about three seconds to decide that he couldn’t pass up his wife’s inexplicable behavior…an opportunity like this had never come his way before and might never pass his way again. It briefly occurred to him that it was possible Lacy was having an affair and was overcome by guilt. He tossed the thought away as soon as it crossed his mind.
If she was having an affair and it made her into the sexual dynamo that had let him cum in her mouth and was now offering her previously sacrosanct ass to him, he didn’t care if she was fucking elephants at the zoo. With his mind now free of restraint, he centered the head of his cock on the tight puckered ring of her ass.
Even as the tip of his cock penetrated her sphincter she could feel the sharp pain of the stretching. She was in such a state that she couldn’t tell the difference between the pain of his entry into her forbidden cavity and the ecstasy of taking him inside her ass for the first time. It was wildly erotic and suffused her with pleasure/pain, arousing her to peaks of excitement she had never before experienced. Her orgasm was monumental.
It had become a game for her, finding unsuspecting men and seducing them before they realized what was happening. It was thrilling, and it was like a drug. The more she did it, the more she needed it.
And she was developing a craving for cum…the taste, the feel, and the hot slipperiness of it. She had begun to welcome David home every day, welcoming him at the door, usually naked and on her knees, and always ending up with David’s hot cream deep in her belly.
It was inevitable, she realized later, that David would find out about her secret life. As much time as she was spending sucking strange cocks and the frequency of her frantic needs, it would have been impossible for her to keep her activities secret. Ever since the night she had taken his cum into her mouth for the first time almost a year before, Lacy had kept him drained and sated. Not a single day had passed without her trying something new or unique to increase her pleasure and her own. Before that day, he had occasionally caught a glimpse of thigh or the curve of a breast, or, in the case of one overeager temp who really wanted a regular job, a totally nude body spread wide for the taking in the copy room in his office, and he had been tempted. Since Lacy had become such a sex fiend, he was hard put to notice if he was surrounded by women or men. He had begun to work out at a local gym in the afternoons to get into good enough shape to keep up with her, and it was here that he discovered her secret.
He was passing the towel room when his ears heard something that his brain refused to process. It was Lacy’s voice, and it was low and lust filled as she begged someone to give her his cum. Her request was punctuated by a slapping sound and grunts of pleasure. David entered the towel room and crept to the doorway at the entry to the laundry. Lacy was bent over a stack of dirty towels, and a large, muscular weight lifter type was pumping into her naked body from behind as she took the massive cock of another man between her lips, his cum spilling out the corners of her mouth. She looked ecstatic.
It took three double shots of Scotch at his regular bar before David realized that Lacy’s double life was very likely the cause of his hyperactive sex life. It was a short leap from that realization to the reasonable conclusion that he couldn’t be happier with his own sex life…and that letting her know he was aware of her extracurricular activities would upset the sex life he so fully enjoyed. He would be a fool to risk what he had in his hands, and her sex with other men not only took nothing from him, it actually added to his perfect life. In the end, he kept his mouth shut, and when he went home that day, Lacy drank his cum from the tip of his cock joyfully, treating him like a king and adoring him
Lacy stood up in the convenience store bathroom, kissing the red face clerk on the cheek and thanking him for his sweet ejaculation. She arranged herself carefully before stepping out of the restroom. David would be home soon, and she could already taste the slick skin of his cock. She wanted him desperately.
SWEET PERSUASION
SYNOPSIS:
It was time to take their sex to the next level, and Jason constantly tried to get her to fantasize aloud when they were having sex to find out what really turned her on. In the end, he just took a stab in the dark because her fantasies were so varied. The end result was startling… and as it turned out, more than a little rewarding.
“You’re teasing me you rotten fucker!” she laughed.
“I’m not teasing baby,” Jason protested as he slid his swollen cock deep enough into her pussy to make her squeal. “You just pick him out and I’ll watch him fuck you, I swear!” Jessie whimpered, her eyes widened, and she threw her head back as she locked her heels behind the small of his back and dug her nail
s into his skin. Her voice changed timbre, became deeper and huskier.
“You know I want it baby, I want to fuck another guy and make you watch me,” she shivered as he stroked into her. “I want you to watch as I suck the cum out of his cock and eat it!” She yelped as he forced the top of his curving erection to slide its length down across her swollen clit. She writhed madly beneath him. “I’m going to stick my tongue up his ass and spread my pussy wide for him, so you can watch me while he makes me cum with his tongue...” her voice changed again. “Would that make you hot baby? Watching me do every nasty trick I know on a total stranger as you sit in a chair and watch your little slut perform at your command?” She was frantic now, humping his cock and clutching harder at him. “Would it get you hotter if it was a big black stud with a dick twice as big as yours?” The mental picture was too big for her to encompass with her heated mind and she exploded wildly underneath him, carrying him with her in a mind bending orgasm.
She lay back on the satin sheets, a light sheen of sweat coating her slender body, her nipples still rigid with desire from the verbal recitation of her fantasy. Her raven hair cascaded over her shoulders down to her nipples, and her oddly shaped amber eyes watched him catlike as she licked her full lips with her delicate pink tongue. His hands were still pressing her shoulders to the sheets. “Let me up baby,” she said hotly. He let up the pressure on her and she rolled him over and rubbed her wet pussy up and down his shaft, her clit once again in direct contact with his erection. She shivered and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she used his stiffness to masturbate with. “Would it make you hotter if I took that big black cock in my ass? You know it would make me cum baby,” she asked.
“Anything that makes you this horny, that’s what I want to see baby,” Jason said sincerely. Jessie shook and her eyes rolled back in her skull as she came again. She collapsed across his chest, gasping for breath.
“Nobody on earth has a sweeter husband than I do,” she said, snuggling against his warmth. “It’s so nice to be able to fantasize anything I want and have you listen to it without you getting jealous or angry at me. Stella says Walt gets mad as hell at her when she mentions having a threesome when they’re having sex. She says he gets limp and then won’t come back to bed.
“Maybe he just feels threatened by the thought of another man with his wife,” Jason said, “a lot of guys are like that…worried that she might prefer someone else’s cock to his.”
Jessie drew back and studied her husband’s face. “Do guys really think like that?” she asked. “Do they really believe that women are so shallow as to marry a man because of his package?” Jason shrugged.
“If that was true baby, most women wouldn’t be married to their husbands,” she giggled.
“Oh really?” Jason teased her, rolling her onto her back and lying on her. “Is that so?”
“Really baby,” she said. “Your cock suits me fine and I love everything about it, but do you really believe I never fucked anyone with a bigger cock than you have before we met?”
“I never really thought about it before,” he said. “But I’m not worried about it, I know there’s more between us than sex…I just think the sex is really fantastic, and anything that makes you as horny as you get when you fantasize like that would be worth any risk at all.”
She kissed him, long and thoroughly, her tongue searching the deep recesses of his mouth. “You really mean that, don’t you?” she asked him quietly.
“Why don’t you get dressed and come with me?” he asked. “I’ll show you.”
“You’re on!” she said, scrambling to her feet and heading for the shower. When she came back she had a large bath towel wrapped around her. There were clothes laid out for her on the bed. “You want me to wear that out in public?” she asked.
“Exactly what I have laid out and absolutely nothing else,” Jason said.
Jessie dropped the towel to the floor coquettishly, posing for her husband to admire her nudity…she knew he loved to look at her. Her long black hair cascaded all the way to her ass, soft, full, and straight. Wide brown eyes looked out over her pert nose and high cheekbones, and her mouth was wide and her lips lush. Jessie was small breasted, but the rosy nipples turned up and their shape was perfect. Her flat hard belly merged smoothly with her prominent hipbones and the shaven mound of her pubis. Long slender legs were held up by dainty feet that she used to grip his flanks when she was in the thrall of sex at its most exciting…she was so flexible that she could wrap her long legs behind her neck and lick her own pussy. It drove Jason wild to watch her make herself cum that way.
She reached for the thin sundress that he had picked from her closet. It was a halter style dress with spaghetti straps that tie behind her neck and left a great deal of the sides of her breasts exposed. If she bent forward too much, the fabric pulled away and let anyone standing beside her see her breasts hanging free. It was pale yellow in color, with cream and pink colored seashells printed on it. If she was standing with bright light behind her it would be easy to see she was naked beneath it. When she had slipped the dress on and tied the straps behind her neck there were only two items left on the bed…a white coral ankle bracelet and a pair of four inch open toed heels. Jessie looked at him inquisitively, but Jason indicated that she was to wear nothing else.
They drove to the local teen hangout, a drive in that served burgers and fries. It also served as the place where teens and college students gathered to flirt and meet when they weren’t in class. It was very active, and the cliques and exclusive groups were blatantly segregated. Jason’s ’58 Corvette drew admiring glances from men and women alike as they pulled into the drive in, as did Jessie. Jason ordered soft drinks for both of them and they settled in. Jessie had no idea what Jason had in mind, but she was aroused by the looks she was getting from the young men. There were even some of the girls that openly lusted after her.
Jason took her drink from her and put it in the tray on the back side of the glove compartment. “I want you to walk to the ladies room,” Jason said in a low voice, “I want you to put on a show that will make the straight girls want to scratch your eyes out and the bi girls want to eat you on the hood of the car with everyone watching.”
“You’re serious?” she asked him.
“Deadly serious,” he said, handing her a tiny Bluetooth earpiece that wouldn’t even be noticeable behind her long hair. “When you come out, I’ll give you instructions through this, but you have to promise that you’ll do whatever I tell you to without question.” Jessie nodded, extremely aroused now, he prominent nipples poking at the thin fabric of her sundress.
When she opened the door and slid out, exposing a tanned length of thigh nearly up to her hips, eyeballs clicked almost audibly as everyone watched her get out of the car. Jessie moved like the queen of all cats, an aura of raw sexuality coming off her in waves. Her perfect ass swung from side to side and a forest of erections sprouted behind her. It was as if the crowd collectively held their breath. It took Jessie only a moment to find what he was looking for.
The guy was standing near a group of very nice looking young women, and he was staring at them with a lost look of yearning. The stare broke long enough to watch raptly as Jessie walked to the ladies room, but then returned to his lonely perusal of the sexy women. More than one of them was preening and posing for Jason’s benefit. Stealing a man away from such a woman as Jessie would definitely be a coup for one of the members of her clique.
The young man wore cargo shorts, a tee shirt, and sandals. He drove a vintage ’68 Cutlass that was in the process of restoration, and he was very ordinary looking, neither handsome nor ugly. It was to this lonely young man that he directed Jessie when she came out of the ladies room.
“Walk slow, so that group of girls gets a good look at you,” Jason whispered into his phone. Using the same seductive stride she had used earlier, Jessie walked directly to the young man. “Kiss him baby, make a real show of it!” Jason whispered.
Jessie walked up to the boy as the group of girls stared in wonder, and she put her hands on his face to pull him to her. She kissed him the way she had kissed Jason earlier, taking her time and getting familiar with him. “I want you to put on a show that those women will remember for the rest of their life and one that will make every guy here that he was that kid,” Jason whispered. Before he was through talking Jessie had taken the young man’s hand and slid it under her halter top, his hand convulsively clutching at the taut breast inside.
“What’s your name?” Jason heard his wife whisper.
“St…Steve,” the young man stuttered. His erection was enormous, and that was noted by the clique of young people staring at the tableau. Jessies’s hand snaked down between them and curled her fingers around his thick shaft, squeezing him appreciatively.
“You have an awfully big dick,” Jessie said in a stage whisper so that the girls could hear her. “Can I suck it Steve?” She was openly stroking it now, and a damp spot was forming on the front of his shorts. Steve was perilously close to cumming in his pants and Jessie let go of it when he stammered that it was fine by him. Jessie opened the door and climbed into the front seat of the Cutlass. Steve followed her and shut the door. Jason couldn’t see what was happening below the level of Jessie’s breasts, but he could tell by the look on the girls’ faces that they were both shocked and aroused.