Erotica: No Limits

by BREANNA BENSON

  “Yeah, I wonder how many of them you don’t need to pay before you fuck.” Then they both laughed and started slapping the bar. Already the cocaine and alcohol combination was starting to make them spaced out and pretty soon they were going to get that awesome buzz and mad rush in which their heads would be pounding but they’d be so alive all at once. They would get the urge to do something crazy, and that crazy thing probably wouldn’t be an eagerness to call their girlfriends and let them know that they had arrived safely. It would probably be to do with girls though, just not the ones that they were in a relationship with.

  Chapter Five

  There was a knock at the door and Gwen rolled off of the couch and into a heap on the floor. The knock had stirred her from her snooze. It was strange, she had never managed to have enough time between customers to go to sleep between them, it must have been a quiet night. Though she wasn’t complaining, tonight was one of those nights. She walked over to the door, sorting her hair and pulling her bra down low as she did. She pulled it open and almost fell backwards in disbelief as she saw who was stood on the other side of it. Two guys, none of which looked foreign, fat or even remotely smelly. They were two, good-looking, in fact, gorgeous young men, and for the first time in her entire experience of working as a prostitute, Gwen had come across someone that she would actually take great pleasure in fucking. People that she was actually physically attracted to.

  “Hey doll, how much for a threesome?” Damien slurred as he stumbled through the doorway, almost falling flat on his face.

  Holy shit, they were American too. It was the first time that she had ever seen an American here and right away she began reminiscing of what life was like before all this. Back when she actually had one. She stood there for a second, looking completely blank-faced. Ryan piped up. “You speak English.”

  She had been so awestricken that she forgot where she was for a second. “Sorry, I was daydreaming for a second there, I’m just not used to hot guys coming in here. A threesome for you two? I will do for one-fifty.”

  They exchanged a look and then looked back at her and spoke in sync “Deal.” Then Ryan spoke alone. “You’re from the states?”

  “Come on in then boys.” She switched the sign on the door to busy and then closed it, locking it too. “Yes, I’m from the states. Take a seat on the couch, I’ll make a start in a second. You want a drink or anything?”

  “How come you’re working here as a prostitute? We’ll have two whiskeys please.” Damien said as him and Ryan sat down and began unbuckling their belts.

  “I moved over here with my uncle, he was the only family I had left and then when he unexpectedly passed away, I had nowhere to go and no job. So this was all I could think of.” She poured out two glasses of whiskey and flung a few chunks of ice in along with it. “Anyway, that’s enough about me. How about we get you two nice and hard, huh?” She handed them the drinks and watched as they pulled their skinnies off and tossed them onto the floor. Next were the boxers, which they pulled off just as quick. Their cocks flopped out as they removed their pants and underwear, revealing them to be two impressively sized dicks, even when they weren’t erect. She was in luck tonight. She might actually be getting some dick that she’ll feel for once. She was so sexually attracted to these two guys, that she might actually enjoy it.

  She dropped to her knees in front of them and grabbed a dick in each hand, jerking slowly and playfully to begin with, stroking the shaft and even caressing the balls a little. She could tell that they enjoyed it like this instantly, nice and slow to begin with and then pick up the pace the more aroused they got. They started to get hard instantaneously, their cocks filling with blood as the tingling sensation began. Gwen watched them as they started to raise and took note that both of them were around the eight/nine inch mark, she was definitely going to enjoy tonight and by how excited she was already just from touching their dicks, she was finally going to come too. For the first time since becoming a prostitute, she was going to come (not including masturbation).

  After a minute or two, they were fully erect and ready for action. Gwen was so turned on that she even forgot to ask them to put a condom on, she simply began taking turns sucking each of their cocks, sliding down the shaft all the way and sucking as fast and as hard as she could. As she sucked one cock, she jerked the other one off using her saliva as lube to ensure that the sensation was as pleasurable as possible. She sucked and jerked fast and hard, though she made sure to include variation, slowing the pace every now and then to pay more attention on grip and tongue-strokes. Damien and Ryan were just sat back in total enjoyment, groaning gently every now and then with their heads hanging over the back of the sofa, sipping on their whiskey. This was the life. Not two nagging, annoying, nuisances of girlfriends who had no clue how to suck a cock. Just one cock-thirsty whore (literally) who knew exactly what she was doing.

  As she was sucking Ryan’s cock and jerking Damien’s, she felt Ryan’s hand creeping around the back of her as he leant forward. He began rubbing her pussy through her knickers and felt the wetness instantly. He took this as a sign and invited himself in, pushing the knickers aside and sliding his fingers into her saturated pussy. Gwen liked this. Usually the only foreplay that was done was on the guy, she didn’t tend to let them touch her in any other way other than sex, but this already felt amazing and he had only just slid his fingers in. He began pushing them in and out, withdrawing them every few seconds to rub her clit with his thumb, massaging it gently, before sliding his fingers back into her pussy. He made the ‘come here’ motion inside of her, stroking at the roof of her vagina rapidly and with purpose. Gwen began moaning out in total pleasure as Ryan fingered her as fast as she could. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and jerked the both of them, making sure her moans were heard at full volume without a cock in between her lips.

  “Oh fuck yes!” She called out as Ryan leant further over and blasted her even harder and faster. She could feel the fingers pressed right against her G-spot as he stroked it rapidly. She could feel the warming sensation as it developed, it was balling in her pussy and would soon spread throughout her entire body, radiating heat through her and out into the room in the form of a wailing pleasure-filled scream. “Fuck me boys! Double-penetrate me. One in the pussy, one in the ass. I want both of my holes filled with come. There’s lube in that top drawer over there.” Damien jumped up to fetch the lube. Ryan pulled his fingers out and then pulled Gwen closer, pulling her black netted thong off and fingering her from the front this time. She cried out as he rapidly stroked her insides. Then he pulled her onto him and slid himself down the sofa a little so that her ass was angled upwards slightly, this would allow Damien to slid in from behind.

  She was absolutely soaked and as she slid down onto Ryan’s rock-hard cock it pushed itself into her with utter ease. She slowly slid all the way down onto it, feeling it throbbing inside of her. It heated up her insides, stroking against her vaginal walls because it was so thick and chunky. It was the best type of cock, long and fat and as Gwen began bouncing herself up and down onto it, she soon realised that it was the best cock she had ever ridden. She moaned out as she fucked him, bouncing faster and faster, feeling her clit as it rubbed against his pubic bone, giving it heat and warmth from the friction. Then before she knew what was going on, she felt a finger in her ass as Damien began warming it up. That was all it took. The sensation released itself and it had come without any proper warning. She came hard and loud, the pleasure vibrating throughout her entire body causing her to shake like a falling leaf. She shuddered and screamed as it radiated through her entire being, marking the most pleasurable moment of her entire life.

  Now it was the boys turn. They were both inside of her now, Ryan in her pussy and Damien in her ass. Both fucking her as hard and as fast as they could. She had never tried anal before, but she expected it to be way more painful and not nearly as good as it was. She was wrong. She had already came another two times and now she could tell
that they were getting close now too. They picked up the pace to a whole new level, just as guys did before they were about to blow. Then, without warning, they both tensed up and fired at pretty much the same time, shooting their loads into her two holes and filling them up good.

  It had been well and truly the best time ever. She rolled off of Ryan’s cock and landed on the floor in a pool of sweat, sperm and pleasure. “That was amazing. So good in fact, that I’m not even going to charge you. The pleasure was all mine.” She laughed and they did too. But before she knew it, she was back on her knees in front of the fire, sucking a wrinkly, old, smelly, semi-hard cock once more.

  Gwen woke up the following morning to the sound of something being pushed through her letter box. She never ever got post here, so she was entirely confused. She headed over to the door and picked up the envelope. It was simply marked ‘Thankyou’ – no address, no name, no nothing. She opened it up and pulled out the little note. ‘We just wanted to say thanks for an amazing time. We hope that you enjoyed it too. We felt bad for not paying so we thought that this should cut it. Get yourself back home where you belong. All the best, Damien and Ryan.’ She fished her hand into the envelope and pulled out a plane ticket which would take her back to the states. Then she pulled out a wad of cash which was sealed together with an elastic band. There must have been about two thousand dollars there. And then finally, a small bag of weed with a note attached to it which said ‘have one on us’. Gwen jumped up and down with excitement, pressing the stuff against her chest. Finally, the nightmare was over. She smiled up at the ceiling and thanked whoever was looking over her. Finally, she was going home.

  Chapter One

  For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved cheating on my husband. It’s not that I don’t love him—it’s just that I’m unwilling to let marriage put a damper on my notoriously eclectic sexual appetite. That, and he’s so aloof that it’s literally impossible to upset him. He doesn’t know how to love. He’s caught me a bunch of times and he always just “wants us to get through it” and that “Dr. Kirk will help us.”

  Imagine if he knew about the intense one-on-one sessions I shared with Dr. Kirk. He shared the most intimate parts of me with Dr. Kirk and he didn’t even know it.

  “What are you doing?” my husband asks me.

  I’m standing at the window watching the neighbor’s sons across the road. They’re both working in the yard and their naked torsos are glistening in the sun.

  “Just looking outside,” I say as I slowly pull my index and middle finger out of my pussy. Slowly, so he doesn’t notice the movement. “It’s a nice morning.”

  “I’m going to make some coffee before I leave for work. You want some?” he asks.

  “Sure.”

  When he leaves, I turn to make sure he’s actually gone and then I resume my rubbing. I bite my lip as I watch them work. The neighbor’s sons are both in their early twenties and both in college. Also both athletes, much to the amusement of my tight, little cunt.

  My husband used to excite me, but things are different now. It’s just that he’s so… traditional. Almost like a religious conservative. And he’s an atheist. God doesn’t exist to him, but he still won’t spank me. Who’s going to punish him for it? Who’s going to punish me if he doesn’t? Maybe I wouldn’t stray if he spanked me a little.

  Nah, I still would.

  The oldest of the brothers, Liam, was a football player and his broad shoulders told me everything they needed to about his prowess is the field. Judging by the thick sausage visible through the fabric of his jeans even from this distance, he was likely talented in bed as well.

  And if he wasn’t I’d just flip him on his back and ride until the cows come home. That’s my favorite part: when the cock of a man who isn’t my husband fills me with his crème. Then I go home to my husband and he gives me a chaste kiss on the lips that hours before were wrapped around a tower of power that had tears running down my cheeks.

  I thought about running my hands all over Liam’s broad back, and reaching around to the front: Liam was hairy, his blonde chest hair thick. I can feel the testosterone from here.

  The younger brother, Sam, interests me in other ways. He’s very virginal, even though his thick, squat body probably got him a lot of looks. I knew a lot of women who loved thick, short men. Despite the fact that women probably threw themselves at him, I got the feeling if he ever got alone with a pussy, he wouldn’t know what to do.

  And that would be a damn shame. A newbie wouldn’t fuck me the way I needed to be fucked. And he also wouldn’t kiss me there. Another of my favorite things is when a man just dives in and shoves his face right in my pussy, eating it like it’s a Christmas ham. Usually getting my pussy eaten makes me squirt. It’s almost a religious experience, and I can’t stop my legs from shaking for almost a dozen minutes after.

  I’m thinking about what it would be like to have my throat stretched right open by Liam’s lady-killer while Sam took me from behind, awkwardly but earnestly, when I realize my husband is again in the room with me.

  “Oh, I see,” he says. I hear his movement before I hear his words. This time I’m not so suave when pull my hand away from my pussy. “Just looking at the nice morning?”

  “Yes!” I lie, even though I’ve been caught pussy-handed. “I swear!”

  “I saw them outside when I was plunging the French press, and immediately I knew what you were doing. I knew you were up here in this dirty little bathrobe, risking arthritis with how hard you’re working that tight little pussy of yours.”

  “It’s not too tight,” I spit. “No thanks to you.”

  “We’ll see, Judy,” he says.

  He used to say my name during sex. Say, not scream. Now, if we have sex, he just grunts. Liam and Sam’s father has said my name several during sex. Even his wife said my name a few times while I was eating her pussy. Sometimes I experiment in groups.

  “We won’t,” I say lamely. “Dr. Kirk can’t help us anymore!”

  “Then we’ll find a new therapist,” he says, shaking his head sadly. “I can’t lose you.”

  “I can’t lose you either,” I lie. I actually just can’t lose his money. “We’ll go to a new therapist,” I promise. I hope the new therapist is just as hung as the last. Maybe we’ll have to visit Dr. Kirk together to consult. Really work our brains together over the state of my marriage.

  “Your coffee is downstairs,” he says sadly, his eyes downcast in shame. Like he was the one who had gotten caught rubbing his pussy. “I’m leaving for work… I can’t be here right now. Not with them outside.”

  I wait for him to leave the house before I venture outside of our bedroom. While we were having our short “fight” (we have them often), I had decided that today was the day I seduce the brothers from across the street. Liam was going to claim my pussy, and then I was going to make sure we taught Sam how to properly eat it.

  Chapter Two

  I put on my miniskirt and the low-cut shirt that best showed off my shapely tits and then I wandered out the front door and into the yard. The boys were still busily working in the yard and they didn’t see me as I approached. If they had, I had little doubt in my mind that their cocks wouldn’t spring to attention once they processed me completely.

  I clear my throat when I come within earshot of them, but they don’t notice. They just continue moving dirt from one pile to another. What sort of yard work were they doing, anyways? I decide speaking to them might get their attention better.

  “Hello?” I ask.

  Liam perks up first, his eyes widening when he spots me.

  “Hello, ma’am!” he says, straightening up.

  Sam wipes his face with the back of his arm, leaving a streak of dirt. He seems a little nervous by my presence, and he’s being shy. He shuffled his feet, keeping his eyes downcast.

  “What are you boys doing out here on such a hot day without a drink of water to keep you cool?” I ask.

  “Well, the house
is just right there, ma’am,” Liam says awkwardly, jabbing his thumb towards the house. He isn’t wrong.

  “Right, right,” I say. “How old are you now, Sam?” I ask, trying to break the ice with him.

  “21, ma’am,” he says.

  “So you can drink now?” I ask, a smile spreading across my lips. “You’ve grown so much. I remember when you were just a tiny thing.”

  “He’s still a tiny thing,” Liam says.

  “Am not,” Sam responds, scowling.

  “I don’t think either of you boys is little,” I say, walking forwards. “You’re both nice, burly boys. Your parents have fed you well, haven’t you? And you’re both into athletics, right?

  “I’m the quarterback on campus,” Liam says proudly. “Sam’s on the wrestling team on his.”

  “You boys any good?” I ask.

  “I am,” Liam says immediately.

  “Hey!” Sam says, brow furrowed. “I’m good too. I’ve won quite a few trophies. And I’m getting a scholarship because of it.”

  “Brains and beauty. I like it,” I say with a smile. I laugh when Sam blushes. Maybe he’s not used to the attention of women after all? “Why don’t you boys come over to my place to grab a drink?” I ask. “We can celebrate the fact that you’re 21 now, Sam.”

  “Ma’am?” Sam asks slowly. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, ma’am. We’ve got a lot of work to get done.”

  “You don’t think it sounds fun?” I ask, feigning sadness.

  “Yeah, you don’t think it sounds fun?” Liam asks, the front of his pants tenting in an obvious way. Liam knows exactly what’s going to go down if he and his brother join me in my house for a drink. Pussy juice is on the menu today—if they ate me well, at least. I’d let them share my nectar.

  “It’s not that…” Sam trails off.

  “Then what is it?” I ask, confused. “If it sounds fun, then why don’t you do it? I’ll fix you boys a drink and then you’ll be back here to finish your chores in barely anytime at all!”