Erotica: No Limits

by BREANNA BENSON

  A deep growl escaped his throat as I felt his cock harden against me. His hand that held me firm against his erection was now stroking my pussy gently, arousing me completely. I began to strip my chef’s shirt off, button by button, then tearing off my under shirt and bra. Brian lay me down on the cold silver counter beside the sink. He ripped off his shirt too and exposed his barrel of a chest, complete with brown hairs all across his pecks.

  I kicked off my shoes and then he pulled my underwear and pants off at the same time.

  I was naked under the bright fluorescent light, but I did not care when Brian’s thick, juicy cock came up from air under the bright lights as well. Without hesitation, he thrust into me, again meeting my eager mouth with his soft, wet lips. He thrust into me, slow and deep, holding me against him.

  I wanted more of him. I hopped off the counter and turned around, grabbing one cheek of my ass to pull open the crease that hid the source of my pleasure. He quickly obliged, shoving into me hard and deep once more, making my eyes roll back momentarily.

  Brian… Brian… I think I fell in love with him each time he entered me. He held my breasts from behind and, rubbing his index fingers across my nipples, used them to guide my body onto his shaft. Over and over again, as I braced myself against the counter, he fucked me calm.

  Soon, his hands were on my ass, I assumed angling and moving my curves so as to better see what he was enjoying. I liked being his muse, the source of his fetish. He would tell me over and over again what a perfect ass I had, what a perfect pussy… I loved that he loved my body so much.

  In the middle of a particularly pleasurable thrust my eyes burst open in surprise before closing again in satisfaction. But then I opened them again. I was not sure… but yes! I saw his eyes! Robert was still in the delivery room that led to the staff entrance! A small window in the door showed that he was watching us!

  In that moment two things happened: I held his gaze and I watched him watch my pleasure, watch my tits bounce back and forth. Brian began fucking me hard and fast, holding me now with one hand by the stomach and pumping me back and forth on his meaty dick like his own life-sized fleshlight. As I felt an eruption begin within me, I met Robert’s eyes, and I could tell he wanted me, the way he watched me. He wanted me badly. And with the idea of being desired by two men at the same time, I came harder than I ever had before in my life.

  Chapter Two

  The next day, I came to the kitchen and when Robert entered the room I deliberately started cleaning the counter I had sat bare-assed on just a few hours earlier. I did not want my attention to hygiene called into question.

  Surprisingly, Robert did not make any jokes with the staff at my expense. There were many to pick from of course, and I remained keenly aware and on high alert the whole time, waiting for him to mention something from the night before. However, he was all business. I could not catch his eye and as everyone filtered into the room, I found that his somber mood might have been catching. Everyone waited attentively for me to speak, slight amusement on some of their faces and poorly masked discontent on others, but at least they were listening quietly.

  “Hi everyone,” I said briskly. “To avoid mix ups like the one yesterday, I’ve decided to remove that dish from today’s menu and make the special my coconut shrimp dish or the lobster dish, detailed in these index cards.” I held up the cards and started handing them out. A flash of electricity passed through me as I brushed Robert’s hand while giving him his card. I met his eyes briefly and they were surprisingly warm. A small smile of friendship extended from me to him and he blinked sheepishly before looking down on the floor. I continued passing out cards.

  “On each card you’ll note your name, the recipe and your tasks related to that recipe. In the interest of easing myself into this role, I’d like to get to know your styles in the next few weeks and that way, we can create a menu together that is in line with Chef Bromfield’s style but also works to all of our strengths. In the absence of one genius, we can put our minds together and make a good substitute. Let’s get to work!”

  This collaborative approach and the mere task of taking on two new menu items seemed to pull us together into a team. Everyone worked fluidly and by the end of service we had become machine-like in our precision. We even gave ourselves a round of applause and celebrated with some leftover pie at the end of the night while the waiters regaled us with the many good comments from the customers. It was my first good day and when Brian came after everyone had filtered off, I was beaming and busy thinking up what was needed for the next day.

  “Hey,” he said, smiling. “Looks like you had a great day.”

  “I did!” I exclaimed.

  “Good,” he sighed, grabbing me under my arms and putting me up on the famous counter once more, pushing my legs apart as he did so that he could settle his body between them.

  He began to kiss me, clear in his intentions, but we parted momentarily as we heard the sound of the waitress Melanie and Robert chattering in the dining section. Suddenly they pushed into the kitchen doors.

  “Uh oh…” giggled Melanie, spotting Brian and I. She then whispered, barely audibly: “Looks like someone beat us to it!”

  Robert looked down at his feet, avoiding my eyes.

  “Oh…” Melanie continued, grabbing his arm and looking a little boozy as she did. “Maybe we can go back to my place…?”

  “Uh… that’s all right,” said Robert. “You go ahead without me.”

  Melanie looked crestfallen but left, muttering goodbye to Brian and I.

  “Hey, Robert,” said Brian, still hugging me as I sat on the counter. “How was it today?”

  “It was pretty good, Brian. I may have spoken too soon.”

  “Yeah you did,” Brian said with a chuckle before kissing me quickly. “I knew my girl would come through!” He lifted me up onto him, planting a bigger kiss on me. I grew hot as I felt Robert’s eyes on me even though I could not see him. Brian seemed to have forgotten all about Robert as he grabbed my ass tight once more, muttering: “I fucking love this sweet ass of yours!”

  I giggled quietly and responded to the sexual urgency of Brian’s tone, writhing against him as he kissed me. I heard quiet footsteps inching away and lifted my head to see if Robert was leaving. Brian, was kissing my neck, stroking the side of my breast with the hand that cupped my back. I caught Robert’s eyes. Something in me could not control the longing I felt to kiss and suck that bottom lip of his, full and inviting as they were. His eyes fell on mine and he froze to the spot momentarily. Once more, I knew that he wanted me. And now, I think he knew that I wanted him.

  Brian surfaced for air from my neck, his fingers dangerously close to my clitoris through my pants as he clutched by ass to keep me secure against him.

  “Uh…” he said, slightly out of breath. “Good night, Robert…”

  Brian looked between me and Robert for a moment, questions no doubt roiling through his mind.

  “No…” I said absently, unthinkingly.

  “What?” asked Brian, disconcerted.

  “I want him to stay,” I said, hardly able to believe what I was even saying. I turned to Brian. “He watched us last night and… it was… hot. Remember we used to talk about having a threesome?”

  “The good kind – yeah – two girls, what are you talking about?” said Brian, irritated and disbelieving.

  “Ok, well then I’ll give you two of the good kind if you let me have one of these,” I said teasingly.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” exclaimed Robert, suddenly. “Hey, I did not agree on any of this, I’m not trying to get involved in your freaky little…”

  But he did not get a chance to finish. I had hopped off of Brian and began to strip. Robert fell silent as my jacket came off, then my under shirt, then my bra, then my shoes, pants, and underwear. I stood naked, once more, under the bright fluorescent lights of the kitchen.

  “Becks!” said Brian, shocked again. “You’re… naked…
in front of some other dude! I know we joked about this but…”

  I touched my breasts, hesitantly, my nipples hard. Robert was drinking in every inch of me. I knew he would not move if I did this right. So I turned around and looked at Brian. My eyes must have burned with my arousal, I was already wet, feeling both of their eyes on my every curve. I fell to my knees and unbuckled Brian’s pants.

  “Becks…” he struggled once more, as I pulled out his cock and began to suck on it, slowly, teasingly.

  “I should, uh…” I heard Robert begin to mutter, but then I went on all fours, still continuing to suck Brian’s hard cock, while I knew my ass and pussy were all Robert’s eyes would see now.

  “Oh…” Brian’s eyes closed as I took in more and more of him. “You promise to pay me back with two, right?”

  “I promise.” I continued sucking for a moment and looked around at Robert. “Won’t you join me?”

  Chapter Three

  I looked at Robert. His expression was pained. He had a hard-on, I saw it through his pants, and he did not disappoint.

  “Brian?” he said, almost annoyed at having to draw his focus away from me, especially since I now pulled my ass cheeks apart, while deep throating Brian, sure that I would soon get the relief I was looking for.

  “Yeah dude, go for it,” said Brian, distractedly. “If it means, she keeps doing this, I’m cool with it.” His eyes were still closed and he held my head now, pulling me onto his cock more until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

  Suddenly, the sound of Robert taking off his pants and kneeling behind me filled me with joy and pleasure. I looked around at him, still working Brian’s shaft with my hand, to see him gazing at my ass with near devotion. It was so exciting to see the way guys basically worshiped my curves. He bent his head forward and he kissed one cheek then the other, grazing each with his teeth. I felt myself moisten even more, heat building inside of me. He then buried his face in my pussy and began to lick me, eagerly. I took his eagerness and used it to fuel the energy with which I took Brian back into my mouth. I took Brian in deeper and deeper once I felt Robert’s fingers enter me. Hearing Brian’s moans of pleasure and catching glimpses of Robert’s exposed erection between my legs made me cum, hard.

  Suddenly Robert was inside of me, upright on his knees, burying his cock inside me, deep, satisfying thrusts making me moan. My moans were muffled by Brian’s cock as he now held me tight on his erection and began thrusting into my mouth. Brian’s thrusts would push me back onto Robert’s cock, only to have me volleyed back onto Brian’s hard dick with Robert’s own pounding. I felt cum pool around my pussy as I orgasmed once more, felling myself filled beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

  First, it was Brian who finished in my mouth, collapsing exhaustedly against the counter. Next I felt a hot heat pool outside my pussy when Robert came. The two of them moaning with pleasure, spreading yet another heat through my, leaving me pulsing, yearning for more. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I could feel Robert reaching into me again, stroking inside me, splaying the lips open and pushing his fingers inside once more. I knew he wanted me still. He grabbed both of my buttocks and spread me open. I looked back on him, seeing him yearn for more of me too.

  I looked up at Brian and saw something almost resembling cockiness. He knew I was hot, he knew I was his girl, and he always seemed to enjoy the fact that other guys wanted me. I was his. But I knew he was good at sharing. I was not worried about Brian.

  Looking around at Robert however as he withdrew his fingers and struggled to calm down, I knew that in the battle of wills in the kitchen, I had won, definitively. I stood up, still naked, my body slick with sweat, my nipples still hard. He looked up at me, eyes looking dazed and heavy with arousal.

  I had won.

  Chapter One

  During the early days of my marriage, my husband Chad and I had sexual appetites that rivaled that of the gods. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and for good reason: we were both intelligent knock-outs on our way to being two hip young college professors. It moved towards the relationship direction naturally ever since our first meeting. It was love at first sight.

  They say all good things come to an end. I’m testament to that. It took almost a decade, but we grew tired of the same-old-same-old dynamics that all relationships fell into. When the phenomenon began to happen to us, we spoke about it openly and with candor.

  “I think I want to drill Bill’s wife,” was the first thing I think he said to me after we established more open boundaries. “Do you want to watch?”

  He asked it at dinner and I had to stop and think mid-chew.

  “No,” I said. “I don’t think so… Well, maybe.”

  “Really?” he asked me, raising his eyebrows.

  “No. Not even a little.” Sometimes a few more seconds of rumination can make all the difference.

  “How do you feel about it?” he asked, chasing a couple of peas around his plate with his spoon.

  “Okay, I guess. I just don’t want to watch.”

  “Do you want to hear about it afterwards?” he asked. I wondered if he was hard under the table.

  “Like dirty talk?” I asked. It was my turn to raise the eyebrows.

  “Well, yeah.” He shrugged, a little embarrassed. “I kind of want to tell you about it. I would want you to tell me about it if you got with any other men.”

  “You would?” I’d never really considered the possibility. I hadn’t told Chad, but I had let Bill plow me a few times since we’d opened our relationship. We had a stern policy of keeping the other partner informed, but I’d slipped up. A couple of times, only with Bill though. Linda (Bill’s wife) had told me his thick, monstrous cock was something that had to be experienced to be believed. She was right.

  “Of course. I’d want to know exactly how you felt. How he filled you up and stretched you out and used you until your legs were shaking and you couldn’t stand. I’d want to hear all of that, baby.”

  I stared down at my plate silently. I had to admit: it did have a certain allure. But could I ever tell Chad about Bill now? Did I ruin that when I started getting jackhammered behind my husband’s back? Couldn’t I just ask permission now and pretend it had just been the first time?

  If it ever came out, it would have ruined Chad and Bill’s relationship, and they were best friends. Linda knew that her husband had fucked me silly, and in fact, she had been the one who had suggested it. Bill didn’t know she was in on it. He thought he was being sly and teasing her best friend with his massive, throbbing member. Men are many things, but usually they are stupid, even when they’re smart like my own husband.

  “Maybe,” I said shortly. It was the most I could muster. Did I really want to hear about him with other women? To be honest, I’d love to hear about him with other men (he’d experimented in college and he told me all about it), but I had no real interest in hearing about him with other women. He’d assured me that he had nothing but a sexual interest in other women and I was happy to say I felt the same way. But what about men? Come on, Chad.

  “Unless you’d rather I didn’t fuck Linda.”

  I looked up at him. “I have no problem with you fucking Linda. God’s honest truth. I’m just not interested in hearing about it.”

  “Watching it?” he asked, hopeful notes coloring his voice.

  This was something else I hadn’t really thought about. Chad was batting a million. What a kinky fucker.

  “You want me to watch you fuck Linda?” I asked. “And what? Just play with my pussy from the chair.”

  “If you wanted to play with your pussy. And you wouldn’t have to just stand there. You could walk around. Catch a peak from different angles. Maybe even tell us what to do. Tell me what to do. I think it sounds hot, baby.”

  It was an interesting scenario, but I couldn’t imagine it playing out in reality. Me? Playing the dominatrixy cuck who tells her husband how to seed their conquest? I could never. Sitting in the chai
r would be much more my style. Not being there at all would be my style completely.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I just don’t know if I want to watch.”

  “What if you join in?” he asked.

  I perked up a little. “Joined in? Like, a threesome?” I had to admit, I wasn’t interested.

  “Yeah. Maybe you and Linda could even play a little. Kiss for me… You know?”

  I definitely wasn’t interested in it now. “I wouldn’t want to kiss Linda,” I said, putting down my fork. I wasn’t totally against women, but Linda fell squarely into the “would-not-fuck” box. I loved her completely with all my heart, but just as a friend. A platonic one with no benefits.

  “Oh,” he said, his shoulders slumping. It didn’t seem like he was that interested in sharing both me and Linda. Maybe the lesbian porn he watched meant more than I admitted at first. His ideal threesome scenario with two women involved lesbian sex, and he wasn’t interested if he couldn’t get that. Classic Chad. My husband never settles for anything less than best.

  “What if…” I began, trailing off. What if… What if… What did I want to ask him? I was biting my tongue, struggling to find the words. Then I found them. “How would you feel if we invited Bill into the mix?” I asked.

  “Bill?” he asked, perplexed. “I’ve never seen him naked. I’m not sure I want to see him naked.” Probably because of his cock, I realized.

  “Don’t be a prude,” I said. “Linda said he’s huge. What if I told you I wanted to try it out?”

  “I’m just not sure if I’m comfortable with you being fucked by my best friend,” he said, looking to his plate and putting down his utensils. In Chad-speak, that means the conversation is now moot.