Irresistible

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “Petite, blonde, large blue eyes with long lashes, and I swear she was one hell of a flirt.”

  “Did you flirt back?”

  “What do you think?”

  “Of course you did, don’t know why I even asked, you’re such a dirty bitch.”

  “This is true.” Jess gripped the mobile tighter. “I’m nearly home; where are you now?”

  “About five miles away, and thanks to you, I’m as stiff as a board.”

  “Good. You get yourself here, and I’ll give that cock what it so badly wants.”

  “I won’t have long, babe, so make sure you’re waiting good and naked.”

  Jess switched off the phone and broke into a jog. A few moments later she was outside her home, shrugging off her coat as she unlocked the door, abandoning her boots in an untidy pile on the hall floor. As she walked into the living room, Jess began to deposit her clothing, dropping her skirt, shirt and underwear like a trail of breadcrumbs for Lee to follow when he arrived.

  Naked, as per her lover’s request, Jess sat on the cream leather sofa, enjoying the caress of its cool fabric against her flesh. Flushed from the effort of her run, the aftermath of her massage and the thought of what would happen once Lee got there, Jess closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. In her mind she could clearly see Ali, her long manipulating fingers topped with neat purple nails, her lash-veiled eyes wide open, her whole body exuding confidence. She must have been at least five years younger than Jess, maybe about twenty-six, but Ali was undoubtedly an expert in her profession and a born tease.

  Flirting was second nature to Jess; she did it all the time. Usually it was playfully received as the innocent fun it was, but that morning had been different and she knew it. Jess had received upper back and neck massages from both male and female masseurs every month for years; she knew exactly how they were supposed to make her feel. Today’s experience, as she’d lain semi-naked on the soft massage bench, had been totally at odds with the usual sensation of muscular stupor. For one thing, Ali’s manipulations had not kept to the flat of her back or the roll of her shoulders.

  The first time an individual fingertip had strayed down her side and briefly brushed the edge of her left breast, Jess had been surprised but had just assumed the girl was inexperienced and had made an innocent mistake.

  When it happened a second time, however, and the single digit was joined by another that ran the entire length of her squashed tits, making her body tense automatically against the table, Jess knew she had entered unexpected territory. She’d been about to say something, when Ali had moved her hands away again and begun to professionally pummel Jess’s knotted shoulders.

  Jess sighed as she remembered, allowing her own fingers to slide across her breasts. Where the hell was Lee? She couldn’t wait any longer for him to arrive, for not only was she desperate to feel his dick between her legs, she was dying to see the look on his face when she told him about the final and most interesting part of her massage.

  Her palms began to slip lingeringly down her body. With eyes still closed, Jess continued to pretend they belonged to Ali, tracing the outline of her chest.

  When she heard the front door swing open and then hastily slam shut, Jess moved one hand to her pussy, rubbing at her wet clit. Her arousal increased at the thought of the picture she must be creating for her partner, as he walked through the door and saw her wanking off.

  Lee’s groan echoed around the room as he stood before Jess, his deep, dark eyes wide as he watched her writhe against the sofa. With her head thrown back against the cushions and her legs stretched open, Jess was a picture of wanton lust. He ripped his clothes from his body, his thick cock springing toward her, pointing at Jess accusingly.

  Jess’s eyes snapped open, and she smiled with mischief as she leaned forward, watching him intently as he rolled a condom onto his delicious length. Then, grabbing at his tanned body, she dragged Lee down next to her, before jumping across his legs and impaling herself on his rigid length with a relieved whine, ruffling the warm hairs that were sprinkled across the top of his toned chest.

  “Tell me about her,” Lee spoke urgently into Jess’s shoulder as she pumped against his shaft, “Tell me! I don’t have long.”

  Speaking in a breathless whisper, Jess muttered into his ear as she continued to glide up and down his shaft. “At first I thought Ali was touching my tits by mistake, but she soooo wasn’t.” Jess felt Lee’s body tense further beneath her words as she continued. “Her hands were so warm, so firm. She told me my tits were beautiful; she told me she’d wanted to touch them from the moment I’d walked into her room, and that somehow she’d known I wouldn’t object.”

  Lee’s voice was barely audible as he spoke. “What did you do?”

  “Nothing, I just let her ‘accidentally’ touch me, and ‘accidentally’ roll me onto my back so she could massage my front as well as my shoulders.” Jess paused, her voice catching in her throat as Lee dipped a finger over her clit, circling over and around it with expert precision.

  “Did you fuck?”

  “No.” Jess felt her legs began to quiver and her stomach flutter, as Lee thrust back against her, increasing their combined rhythm. “I told her about your deepest, darkest fantasy.”

  “No way!”

  “Oh, yes way.” Jess’s reply turned into a breathless whisper as she started to come against his dick.

  “Go baby! Come around my cock!” Temporarily distracted from Jess’s story, Lee moved faster still, his eyes creased in pleasure. “I’m coming, too, babe,” he said through clenched teeth as he fiercely spunked into her.

  The moment their bodies stilled, Lee stared at Jess’s chest, his expression still hungry for information. “So, she liked these, did she?”

  “She did.” Jess shuffled closer to him, her body still hypersensitive from her climax as she enjoyed the tickle of his chest hairs against her breasts.

  “What did she say when you told her about my fantasy?”

  “She asked me about you, what you look like, what you do for a living and stuff, and then she told me her fantasy in return.”

  “And?” Lee worked his calloused touch over her tits, making it impossible for Jess to reply for a while. Then, panting out her words, she finally said, “We agreed to combine her fantasy and yours.”

  “What do you mean?” Lee flicked Jess’s right nipple hard, and then, moving down to her pussy, he brought Jess quickly to a shuddering second orgasm.

  Jess lay back, wallowing in the feelings of lingering stimulation and satisfaction that rippled across her body. She watched Lee start to dress, and then weighed in with the punchline to her story. “Ali said she would let you watch her fuck me, as per your fantasy, if we can do it in your van, as per her fantasy.”

  Lee froze in the act of pulling his dirty gray T-shirt over his head. “She said what?”

  “You heard me.” Jess looked up at him through her eyelashes. “So, what do you think?”

  “She really is up for it?” Lee sat back down next to the incredible creature on the sofa.

  “Yes.”

  “And you’d really do it? You’d really have sex with a woman so I could watch?” Lee regarded Jess with hopeful disbelief.

  “Sure. It’s not like it would be the first time, honey.” Jess grinned lazily as she stroked his stubbled chin. “And anyway, I’d pretty much do anything for you, you know that.”

  Lee stared hard at Jess. “My van?”

  “Yes, Ali has a thing about tradesmen, apparently. You should have seen her face when I told her you were a plumber; something about tool belts and men who are ready for anything, I think.”

  Struggling to bring himself back to reality, Lee glanced at his watch. “I’ve really got to go, I’m late already.”

  Jess nodded. “You think about it while you work.”

  Lee shook his head, amazement etched on his face, “Think about it! I’m gonna have a hard-on all bloody day!”

  He had parked
his van in a deserted lay-by along a quiet country road. Lee could almost hear how fast the adrenaline was pumping through his body. The idea of watching Jess with another woman had been the stuff of his wanking fantasies ever since she’d blown him away with her confession of bisexuality six months ago. Now, as he waited for Jess to bring Ali to the same location, the back of Lee’s neck prickled with excitement, his imagination surging ahead to all the things he hoped he was about to witness.

  The crunch of car tires drawing up behind the van alerted him to the arrival of the women. Suddenly he was unsure of himself. Should he leap out of his seat and greet them? Should he wait to be invited?

  He’d spent an hour that afternoon clearing out the usual contents of his van, so that the three of them would have room to move. He’d left the narrow shelves full of tools, which were fixed high up on the walls, hoping they wouldn’t be in the way, but he’d covered the dirty floor with travel blankets, and placed three battery-powered lanterns along one side of the van, so he would have some light to watch the forthcoming show by.

  The van rocked as the back doors were opened and Lee felt someone—no, two people—climb into the back. He gripped the steering wheel and took a long deep breath. This was it. Lee could feel his dick poking hard beneath his jeans, fighting to break free from the navy boxers that held it in place.

  Were they naked already? Was Jess running her tongue over this unknown woman’s breasts? Lee jumped down from his seat and raced to the back of the van. Pulling the doors open wide, he was greeted by a sight that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

  Dressed only in matching black bras and knickers, they sat cross-legged in front of each other on the dusty rugs, their pale outlines illuminated by the glow of his lamps.

  “Come on, then.” Jess beckoned Lee to approach, a devastatingly wicked grin lighting up her stunning green eyes.

  Lee’s gaze rested on the other woman—Ali, he presumed—as he jumped into his van and closed the double doors behind him. Shadows clouded his vision as he became accustomed to the dim light.

  Jess pointed to the far end of the vehicle, and Lee obediently went and sat down. Despite the van’s large capacity, he felt incredibly uncomfortable as he crouched in the confined space, his dick harder than ever before, squashed between his trousers and cramped legs.

  His discomfort, however, was soon forgotten as their small blonde guest moved closer to Jess, reaching her arms out and unclipping Jess’s satin bra, releasing her tits for them all to see. Lee wasn’t sure if it was he or Ali who gave the loudest sigh in appreciation of their creamy beauty.

  Lee’s throat, already dry with anticipation, sealed shut as Ali wasted no time in attaching her red lips to his lover’s right tit, making Jess close her eyes and tilt her head back in delicious response.

  Shuffling a little closer, Lee rocked onto his knees. No way could he leave his cock trapped where it was. Hastily, he fumbled at his belt and was soon groaning in relief as his shaft sprang free, his grip closing around its length, his eyes never leaving the two women.

  Jess, a look of complete bliss on her face, had totally surrendered herself to the other woman’s caresses. Ali’s hands were everywhere at once—Jess’s chest, stomach, arms and hair. As Lee watched, almost hypnotized by the erotic tableau, her mouth came to Jess’s for the first time.

  Sweat began to gather on Lee’s forehead, and the air in the van suddenly felt unbearably muggy as the women attacked each other’s lips with an almost savage hunger. Jess, her temporary submissiveness forgotten, unhooked Ali’s bra as they kissed, kneading the small neat breasts, making Ali squeak approvingly into Jess’s mouth.

  Unable to content himself with just holding his swollen cock, Lee began to jerk it slowly against his fist. He really wanted to last until the girls were done, but they were just so hot, and shit, now they were running their fingers around the lacy edging of each other’s knickers. As Ali inched down Jess’s underwear, revealing the familiar small triangle of pussy hair he knew so well, Lee moaned softly. He wasn’t even aware he’d been holding his breath as Jess removed Ali’s briefs, and he let out a long jolting gasp at the sight of her clean-shaven mound.

  There was a moment’s total silence then, as the women, both standing, their heads brushing the van’s ceiling, regarded each other, their chests heaving. Lee’s hand stilled on his shaft as, with a lump in his throat, he waited.

  Ali’s eyes strayed from her temporary companion to the shelves of plumbing equipment Lee had left in the van. Reaching past Jess, she picked up a length of blue rope and began to toy with it suggestively.

  Lee’s dick gave an involuntary leap as he watched Jess, usually so dominant, so in control, turn around and willingly place her wrists behind her back, allowing them to be tied without a murmur of complaint. He knew they must have discussed this, and devised a plan of action that took them way beyond his fantasy. Lee watched eagerly for Ali’s next move.

  She placed her palms on Jess’s shoulders and pushed her to the floor. Very soon Jess was lying flat on her stomach, her arms uncomfortably fastened up behind her. She lifted her face slightly so she could look at Lee; her eyes were brimming with desire as she asked him, “Are you having a good time, honey?”

  Lee could barely reply. His throat felt as though he’d just trekked the Sahara. He simply nodded emphatically, making Jess laugh at his voyeuristic pleasure. Her laugh, however, was short-lived as the expression on Lee’s face changed dramatically. She didn’t have the chance to turn to see what Lee had seen, as a burning red pain seared through her backside.

  Lee watched, open-mouthed, as Ali threw her arm back again in the confined space and struck Jess hard on the rump with the strap of his tool belt.

  His lover’s face was blotched with agony, and tears oozed at the corners of her eyes, but he could see from her expression that she was enjoying every painful moment as Ali increased the pace of her chastisement.

  As her pale butt turned from its usual peachy cream to crimson, Jess’s cries became less urgent, and a guttural strangled whine took over as she got closer and closer to coming beneath the punishment. Unable to resist touching his partner any longer, Lee moved to her face and stroked Jess’s sweat-soaked fringe from her eyes. Never had he seen such a picture of lust on her face. He knew she was dangerously close to climax as, with one final strike, Ali managed to aim a blow across both cheeks at the same time.

  The second the frayed brown leather connected with Jess, Ali dropped her weapon. Then, kneeling behind the bruising ass, she began to tenderly kiss and lick the wounds she’d inflicted.

  Lee whimpered in unison with Jess in the face of Ali’s exquisite attention. Continuing to soothe the damaged skin, Ali slipped a digit between Jess’s legs and, although Lee couldn’t actually see what she was doing, from the reaction of Jess’s exhausted body, he knew she was playing with Jess’s soaking pussy and clit.

  Jess began to shake, gently at first, and then more severely as Ali continued to aggravate her nub. Lee couldn’t hold back any longer. Scrambling to his feet, he stood, stooping a little against the roof of the van, and began to yank himself off over Jess’s prone and quivering body. It only took a few sharp tugs for a fountain of pent-up spunk to spray across her in an urgent hot wave.

  Lee fell back against the side of the van, resting against the narrow shelf units. She’d done it. She’d actually allowed him to watch her with another woman. Jess was truly unbelievable.

  The show wasn’t quite over, though. Ali bent down and gently undid Jess’s rope restraints, and with practiced hands, began to massage some life back into her client’s shoulders. Then, without a word passing between them, Jess turned, and with great speed of movement, pushed Ali down onto her back, spread her legs wide and dropped between them with a hungry mouth.

  Lee’s eyes burned in the scene, not wanting to miss a single lick, as Jess brought Ali to a rewarding climax of her own.

  “Will you see her again?” An hour later, Lee was la
thering soap across Jess’s back as the shower thundered down onto them.

  “I don’t think so.” She turned and looked at her man through the cascade of steaming water. “Fantasies are supposed to be a one-off thing, after all.”

  “I think I’m in shock.” Lee wiped some droplets from her face. “You really did do that for me, didn’t you? It wasn’t some sort of incredible dream?”

  “It was no dream. And it was hardly a chore.” Jess gently scratched her fingernails over his hard torso. “The question is, will you act out a fantasy for me now?”

  Lee beamed. “And that fantasy would be?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

  PINK SATIN PURSE

  Donna George Storey

  Scene One: The Bedroom, Midafternoon

  I’m finally going to do it. Tonight.

  Natalie actually said the words out loud to the empty room. Although her voice was brave, her tongue suddenly felt shamefully heavy in her mouth, even tingling, provocatively, at the tip.

  Nervous as she was, she couldn’t pass up this perfect opportunity to translate her guilty fantasy into action. She and Keenan had a rare evening alone—their daughter off to the movies with friends, their son invited to a sleepover birthday party. Her husband would already be expecting special date-night sex, something a bit edgy with plenty of loud moaning. However, he probably wouldn’t be expecting what she would propose they try tonight. Or rather what she would command him to do.

  For that is how she always imagined the scene, beginning with her own disembodied voice ordering him gently, but firmly:

  Get on your hands and knees. Good boy. Now spread your legs wider for me…

  Natalie swallowed hard and walked over to her dresser. Hooking her fingers through the pulls of the second-to-the-top drawer, she eased it open. She still felt a pang of surprise at the neatly arranged display of “adult” playthings before her. A sex stash was supposed to be a riotous jumble of satin and silicone, but somehow she craved order here more than in other parts of her life. Her collection of thigh-highs—in classic black, bridal cream and Keenan’s favorite whore’s red—were tucked into the compartments of a specially designed stocking box. Beside them lay a few silky thongs, the sight of which sparked a delicious tingle between her legs. Keenan liked to pull the skimpy panties far up over her hips to put a sweet, stinging pressure on her clit. Then he sucked and teased her breasts until she begged for his cock inside her to ease her torment.