Looking over the serving tray, he chose an elegant bone-handled cheese knife, and caressingly moved the blunt side of the blade up from my ankle to my thigh. At this point I felt I must be leaving a puddle on his nice new tablecloth, but was beyond caring. Very carefully he turned the knife on edge, applied pressure and raised lovely little welts as he traced a pattern on my inner thighs.
Next, he brought out a dark red jar of jam—the very same flavor I had discovered last summer during my trip to Italy. In his other hand, a gorgeous wooden spreader. He admired the spreader, stroked its fine finish, then apparently decided against it. Instead he rolled up his sleeves and dipped his fingers in the dark, fragrant Maraca cherry jam, spreading a small sampling of it across my taut stomach. As he lapped up a bit of jam, he let his teeth graze the edges of my belly button, and I moaned with delight.
Before I could form much of a coherent thought, he was lubing up the business end of the giant whisk with the fragrant olive oil. The weight of the handle nudged my engorged clit and I eagerly spread my legs, willing him to enter me. Instead, he took his time, tracing a path with the smooth handle up my body, and bringing it to rest on my mouth, letting me taste the greenness of the olive oil mixed with the sweet tang of the jam and the heady saltiness of my own juices. It was the most amazing explosion of the senses.
Like an animal in heat, I lifted my hips up, grinding them against empty air, willing penetration. He laughed and said very slowly, “You are a kitchen slut.” With each carefully spoken word he inched the enormous phallic handle of the whisk inside me.
I must have been holding my breath because when he began to thrust the whisk, I released an enormous sigh and met him with each stroke.
It was a bit embarrassing how fast I came, but I had been waiting for this far too long. My pelvic muscles clenched the whisk and rode it through the waves of my orgasm.
Slowly he slid it out of my pussy. I opened my eyes, spent and dazed.
He passed me a clean kitchen towel, then disappeared somewhere in the store.
I felt transported to another place in time and fought to get myself together so he could open the store. After wiping down, I pulled on my clothes and peeped over the counter; I saw him setting up his display again, his sleeves neatly down, humming some tune to himself.
As much as I’d enjoyed our tryst, I felt a bit awkward about how to end it. Did I walk over and thank him? Would I ever be able to set foot in here again?
He went into the back room. I considered darting out, but he quickly returned wearing a mischievous grin. In his hand, he had a bag from the store with the whisk inside, wrapped as neatly as any exquisite purchase would require.
“Here, Laurel, it’s yours. Enjoy.”
I took his cue and followed him to the door, exiting with my bag in hand and my pussy still pounding in aftershock.
When I got back to my place I went directly to my bedroom and ripped open the package. The enclosed note said, By the way, my name is Ben. I have a delicious new salted-caramel chocolate sauce, and a gelato paddle that leaves lovely marks. Call me.
I did.
JUST ONCE
Jocelyn Dex
Mira stood outside the hotel room, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to quell the shaking in her hands and summon the courage to knock on the door.
At forty-eight, Mira was a widow. A widow who’d never fantasized during sex, feeling as though it was akin to cheating on her husband. At least, that’s how he’d made her feel when she’d wanted to spice up their lackluster lovemaking by talking about their fantasies. He’d made her feel as if fantasizing was dirty, wrong, perverted and unfaithful. Being a good wife, she kept her fantasies in check and settled for whatever she got in the bedroom.
Once he’d passed and she’d grieved, Mira experienced the best orgasm of her life as she masturbated and allowed the three faceless men to ravish her body. In her mind, they licked her, fucked her, did all manner of things to her she’d never experienced, and she freaking loved it.
Since then, she couldn’t put it out of her mind. Could she do that in real life? Her cunt flooded every time she thought about it. She wanted it, was obsessed with it and needed to experience it once. Just once.
She’d left messages, under an assumed name, on a few online message boards. Of course, she’d received hundreds of replies. Most were downright nasty, but one stood out—an intelligently written offer to meet in a public place of her choosing to chat and decide if she wanted to go through with it.
She’d met the men two days ago. Early thirties—at least ten years her junior—good shape, clean cut. She’d almost backed out of the meeting, anxiety making her sick, but downed two strong cocktails before walking to the coffee shop down the street to meet them. Within fifteen minutes, she decided these men were her one shot at bringing her fantasy to life.
Mira took one last deep breath, steadied her hand and knocked on the door.
Jace opened it almost immediately, his bright smile and wickedly dark eyes greeting her. “C’mon in,” he said, opening the door wider for her.
She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she stepped inside. Rand sat on the edge of the king-size bed in shorts and a tank top. He’d been in business clothes at their first meeting, so she hadn’t been treated to a clear view of his muscular physique. His arms were so ripped, she wondered how many hours per week he spent in the gym.
Adam sat at the desk, clad in a white button-down that was open to the waist, and a pair of black jeans. His deep-blue eyes seemed to penetrate her. Her cheeks flushed, and her knees weakened when Jace clicked the door lock into place.
Rand jumped up, putting an arm around her waist. “You okay?” he asked.
Her skin heated at his touch and she nodded. His lips grazed her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he whispered seductively, “Are you ready, Mira?”
Not able to make her vocal cords work, she simply nodded again. Wasting no time, he kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth. He pulled her against his body, the evidence of his arousal pressing into her stomach. Her pussy got wet at once.
Another body pressed into her from behind. It must have been Adam because as she glanced around Rand’s shoulder, she saw Jace removing his clothes, his dark eyes on her. A gasp escaped her when Adam’s hand slipped beneath her skirt, his fingers stroking her pussy through her drenched panties. Desire and need stabbed through her. This was it. She was actually here and going through with it. He snaked his fingers inside the flimsy fabric and ripped them off. Her legs quivered at the savage but sexy act.
Jace, completely naked, long thick cock standing hard and proud, tapped Rand on the shoulder. Instantly, Rand relinquished his spot and Jace filled in, kissing her throat, while Adam slid his finger through her wet slit. Jace raised her arms above her head and pulled her shirt off. He pushed the red-lace bra fabric to the side, exposing a taut nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Goose bumps danced on her skin. Rand, now naked, joined in and drew her other nipple into his mouth.
She moaned, disappointed, when Adam’s heat disappeared, but it was only a few seconds before his nakedness molded to her back. She squealed when he slid down to his knees and licked the crack of her ass while shoving two fingers deep inside her. Jace slid down her body and lightly traced her cunt lips with his warm tongue.
Holy hell. Three men touching her, teasing her, overwhelmed her senses. She was going to explode. Her pussy cried out for release as she shoved her hips forward. Jace took the hint and drew her throbbing clit into his mouth and sucked with a delicious pressure. She grabbed on to Rand for support as pleasure speared through her veins and muscles, lit her organs on fire.
Jace’s tongue lashing her clit while Adam finger-fucked her drove her insane, her knees threatening to buckle, her body about to burst and unleash a downpour onto Jace’s face. One more lick and she came undone, crying out and sagging into Rand’s strong embrace.
Rand carried her to the bed and laid her down, curling up beside her
, stroking her face. “Was that good for you, Mira?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
His hot breath on her ear made her shiver. Again she nodded, breath raging, heart pounding. God, she loved the skilled attention of these men.
“More?” he asked, his lust-filled amber eyes sparkling.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she breathed her first word since entering the room. “Please.”
Rand held her torso as Jace and Adam held her legs. They gently flipped her over and guided her body so her chest lay on the bed and her legs hung down, feet touching the floor, ass in the air.
Jace massaged her slit with the head of his cock. The sensation made her groan and push up on her hands. Rand took advantage of her position and scooted forward on the bed, putting his cock in front of her face. “Suck me,” he commanded.
She bent forward and complied, wrapping her lips around his cock.
She screamed around his dick as Jace slammed into her, his cock filling and stretching her. Over and over he rammed it home as she sucked Rand with vigor, the salty, tangy taste of his flesh delighting her senses, making her mouth water.
She growled at the sudden emptiness when Jace abruptly pulled out of her. He scooted onto the bed next to Rand, his cock, shiny with her juices, demanding attention. She took his cock into her mouth, tasting her arousal on him, as she stroked Rand with her hand.
Suddenly, her wanton cunt was filled again. Adam. Fucking her hard and fast. Goddamn, she’d never felt so hot, desirable, fulfilled.
“Easy,” Jace said. “I’m about to blow.”
Hearing that made her suck harder, faster. She wanted it. Wanted his come in her mouth. Wanted to please them as much as they pleased her.
“Okay,” he groaned. “You asked for it.” His body tensed, his cock turning to steel as he grabbed her hair, thrust his hips and unleashed a torrent of come into the back of her throat. She gagged but swallowed every drop, the salty, thick liquid marking her, making her his bitch.
She whimpered when Adam pulled from her cunt, the sudden emptiness staggering, but he pulled her to a standing position so Rand could rearrange himself. Adam guided her into a reverse cowgirl on Rand’s cock while he positioned himself in front of her and guided her mouth to his dick while she gyrated on Rand.
In this moment, she was theirs to do with as they pleased because it pleased her. She needed to be taken, to live her fantasy. Their touches inflamed her, every nerve in her body screaming for more, more, more.
Rand’s fingers dug into her hips, guiding her while she sucked Adam. She opened her eyes, wondering where her third fantasy man was, and found him watching, stroking himself, almost ready to join the fun for more. He winked at her and strode toward the action. She lost sight of him but felt his weight on the bed behind her.
She shrieked around Adam’s cock as Jace’s hot, wet tongue entered her asshole. She tensed and tightened around the sensual intrusion, her cunt clenching with need.
“Relax,” Jace coaxed. “We’re gonna give you everything you need.” She felt him shift, and then he was coating her ass with a slippery liquid that made her hole tingle. She’d stopped being able to move her hips but Rand continued pumping into her. Overwhelmed by sensation, she almost lost her ability to suck Adam, but he kept his hands on either side of her face, encouraging her, silently commanding her to continue.
Her pussy instantly contracted and exploded when Jace worked a finger into her ass. “That’s it,” he coaxed, as her body spasmed, came apart. She never knew that could feel so good.
“Ah, fuck,” Rand said. “I’m not gonna make it.”
“Don’t move,” Jace ordered her. She did her best to comply.
After a few torturous moments, Rand let out a harsh breath. “Okay. Do it,” he said.
Jace rubbed the head of his cock through her asscrack, until settling at her tight entrance. She tried to pull away from Adam’s cock but he held her firm and gazed into her eyes, shaking his head. “You needed this, remember? Let go. Relax. We’ll take care of you.”
She whimpered when the head of Jace’s cock popped past the outer ring. He stilled, allowing her to adjust. Her ass clenched around his cock as he reached around and found her engorged clit with his fingers. He squeezed and stroked it and began slowly moving his cock deeper into her ass.
The fullness was incredible. A cock in her mouth, one in her cunt and another in her ass. Goddamn. She was going to die from pure fucking ecstasy. She was aware of every inch of her body, everything alert, tingling, crying out for pleasure. She’d never felt so alive.
She renewed her sucking with vigor as Jace sped up his thrusts and Rand pumped into her cunt. She felt as if she was being split apart, and loved every sensation.
“Come for us, Mira,” Adam grunted. “And we’ll give you all we’ve got.”
Jace increased the pressure and speed of his fingers on her clit.
Oh yeah. Her body shuddered, muscles knotting, tensing, a white-hot fire spreading out from her pussy and traveling through every nerve ending. The climax sent her reeling, her vision went dark and when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she heard Adam’s strained voice, “Now. Yes?”
Jace and Adam grunted agreement.
Adam exploded in her mouth, his come coating her tongue and throat. Jace shot into her ass and Rand tensed as his cock poured hot semen into her pussy. Her pussy, ass and clit spasmed in unison as they filled her, fucked her, fed her as her blood burned and her skin melted. Her breathing raged, heart pounded, trying to recover from the sexual onslaught.
Jace rolled over to the side, pulling her with him, his cock slipping from her ass, Rand’s slipping from her pussy and Jace’s slipping out of her mouth with a popping sound.
Her back was pressed against Jace’s body as he ran his fingers down her side, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Rand rolled to his side, facing her, and massaged her calves. Jace lay down and brushed her sweat-slicked hair from her face. The sensual smell of their sex permeated the air.
She couldn’t believe what she’d just experienced, her body limp and content from the intensity, ecstasy and exertion. They were all so attentive, knowing exactly what she craved, what she needed. How would she ever go back to “normal” sex?
Jace kissed her neck, then whispered in her ear. “You’re perfect for us, Mira. Any time you need us, we’re here for you.”
She smiled, more sated than she’d ever been. She realized just once would never be enough.
BOAT ROCKING
D. L. King
I was on top, sitting on David’s stiff cock, slowly rocking back and forth, riding him like you’d ride a horse at a slow walk. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and kneading and playing gently with my nipples. My back was arched, eyes closed, head thrown back with my long, straight brown hair just brushing against the swell of my ass. As I was reveling in the sensations, I suddenly got this image of my hair bound tightly around David’s cock and balls. Every move of my head would jerk his package. The little sounds he made—little moans and whimpers—drove me crazy. In my mind’s eye, my hair had grown really long, Rapunzel long, and I used it as a leash to lead him around the room by his tight balls and erect cock. I pulled on the hair leash and saw the devotion in his eyes. I saw him mouth the word please, and my fantasy swept me into a sudden paroxysm of release.
Poor David. I collapsed on top of him, seriously done for the day, or at least the moment. I knew he hadn’t come yet, but I couldn’t help it. “Sorry, babe,” I said.
“Wow. No, that’s all right; I was watching you. You seemed, well, you were definitely somewhere else. What were you thinking about?”
I looked at him with half-lidded eyes, remembering his submissive expression—and then I really saw him, his sincere, questioning expression and thought, No, I can’t tell him that. “Nothing,” I said.
“I know you were fantasizing about something. C’mon, you can tell me. Were you thinking about Channing Tatum or something? It’s okay, my fr
agile male ego can take it.”
I looked at him again. Our sex life had never been down that road: dominant/submissive games, rough sex, sadomasochism. No, we were decidedly less adventurous. Everything was good the way it was. Why rock the boat? I shook my head, trying to clear the images that had burned themselves into my consciousness. “No, nothing really, just you.” And it was true, really; I was thinking about him.
I put the whole thing out of my mind and got out of bed. I didn’t think about my fantasy of dominating my husband again until a few days later, on the way to the grocery store. Sitting at a red light, I suddenly saw an image of him whimpering, his cock and balls bound tightly in black leather straps, and my hand pulling on those straps. My body shuddered and I almost came right there, in the car. It wasn’t until someone honked that I realized the light had changed.
Things like that started happening. I’d be sitting at my desk, at work, and get an image of him on his knees, licking my pussy as I stood over him—and I could feel his tongue in me. Or I’d be cooking dinner and I’d get an image of a black leather whip or pair of handcuffs and I’d start thinking of how I’d use them on David.
One evening, I was in fantasyland while cutting vegetables for a stir-fry when David wandered into the kitchen. Coming up behind me, he put an arm around my middle and nuzzled my neck before slipping a hand under my dress. He stroked me, first over my underwear and then under it. “Babe, you’re soaked. Those must be some pretty sexy mushrooms.”
As his finger explored inside me, I shivered and leaned back against him, vegetables forgotten. When he brushed against my clit, I came.
“Jesus, Audrey, what were you thinking about?” he said.
“I don’t know. Nothing.” I turned to kiss him. “Go set the table, we’re going to be eating in fifteen minutes.” I pushed him away and thankfully, he went. Like a good boy, I thought. And then I wondered where the hell that had come from. Oh, but I knew where it had come from.
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