Wicked Pleasures: Stories of Kinky Love

by Wicked Pleasures- Stories of Kinky Love (epub)

  “Matt, I don’t know about this.”

  He slips his jeans off. His erection is huge. He climbs on the bed and stretches out next to me. He kisses me and plays with my nipples.

  “Let yourself go,” he says. “You can’t help it.”

  He is right. I know they would stop if I became frightened. My heart is pounding in my chest, indeed. But whether it is from fear or excitement, I have no idea. Matt has remembered my fantasy of being tied down. He has remembered the fantasy about Rich. But there’s something more about the fantasy that Matt gave me about Rich. How could I not have realized this sooner? Was it because I didn’t want to? I can hardly breathe.

  “Matt, is Rich…is Rich a…?”

  Matt laughs. Rich smiles. He has climbed onto the bed and between my legs.

  “Yeah, babe. Rich’s from an escort service.”

  I remember lying on the bed with the phone pressed to my ear while I masturbated furiously, as Matt described sharing me with a male prostitute. A male prostitute named Rich.

  And now, I am at their mercy. Matt has made the fantasy real.

  “Oh Matt, I can’t believe you did this.”

  “We can stop anytime you want. This is all up to you.”

  “Do you want me to go?” Rich asks, kissing my knees, the inside of my thighs, my belly.

  There is a long silence. There is a voice in my head saying, Good girls don’t do this. This is beyond the pale. This will come back to haunt you.

  I look at Matt. “What if this doesn’t work?”

  I hear Rich laugh. “It will work,” he says.

  I look at him. Suddenly, practical thoughts enter my head. I have to ask.

  “Are you…Is this going to be…?

  It’s as if he has read my mind. “I’m straight. I only do women. And it will all be safe sex. Don’t worry.”

  They are both looking at me. Neither man has stopped touching me. Their hands are everywhere-- stroking my nipples, my ass, my legs. I look up at Matt. I can’t say the words. But he understands. He knows my answer. He smiles but then his face becomes quite serious.

  “Rich will do anything I tell him to,” Matt says. “And I’m going to tell him to do a lot to you. I hope you’re ready.”

  I look back at Rich, who is still rubbing his hands up and down my legs, brushing my pubic hair lightly. He smiles at me, that same smile, warm and implacable.

  “Yes,” I say, my voice hardly above a whisper.

  Matt continues. “First, I think I’d like Rich to lick your pussy.”

  Rich obeys, but he doesn’t dive right in. No. He kisses my pussy gently, like he kissed my other lips earlier. Then I feel his tongue slip between my cunt lips and barely touch my clitoris. I moan and arch my back, straining against the rope that holds my hands.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” Matt says. His fingers are playing with my nipples.

  “You taste beautiful,” Rich says. He reaches down into his gym bag and pulls out a square of latex. I’ve never seen a dental dam before. I know that we must do this, yet I’m afraid that it will numb the feeling I’ve just had, the feeling of his tongue on me. But he manages to make this act erotic, spreading my cunt lips apart and stroking the latex into place. He puts his tongue back between my legs and I feel its soft, insistent pressure as strong as a finger, flicking back and forth across my clit.

  “Do you like that?” Matt asks me.

  “Oh God, yes.”

  “Good. Rich, put a finger into her. I want to see you fill her up.”

  Rich obeys. He slides the index finger of his right hand into my already sopping cunt and moves it in and out slowly.

  “I think you should put another finger into her. Into her ass, though.” I moan. There is something about having a man touch my asshole that seems taboo, which only makes it even more exciting.

  Rich puts his middle finger into my cunt. At first, I think he’s misunderstood Matt. But when he pulls it out, I realize that he has just been wetting it with my juices. He then slides it down to the entrance of my asshole. I think I’m going to come right then.

  “Not so fast,” he says, taking his mouth from my cunt. “I think she needs something bigger in her,” he tells Matt. “A big cock.”

  “Do it,” Matt says. “Get her ready for yours.”

  Rich reaches into his bag again and pulls out a large, pink, life-like dildo. He puts his hands back on me, touching my ass, but he puts the dildo at the entrance of my cunt. He looks to Matt.

  “Do you want it?” Matt asks me. “Do you want that big dildo in you?” I can only nod. “Of course you do.”

  He nods to Rich, who very slowly slides the dildo into me. He lowers his head back to my cunt and resumes licking as he fucks me with the dildo. With each push of the dildo, he slides his finger a little deeper into my ass. Matt begins to gently suck on my nipples and I hear my own moans grow louder. As if in response, Matt covers my mouth with his lips. My arms strain against the velvet ropes.

  “I’m going to come,” I say, pulling my mouth away. I can’t believe it’s happening this fast. Sometimes it takes as much as an hour before I can climax.

  “That’s good,” Matt says. “I want to see you. I missed out on that before.”

  Before. Yes, when we almost became lovers. A memory flashes through my mind-- of me on a different hotel bed and of Matt parting my legs. I stare at him and then I come. I throw my head back and cry out as the waves course through my body. I forget about the ropes holding my hands. As the orgasm subsides, Rich slows his licking. Then he pulls the dildo out of my cunt and his finger out of my ass. They are both grinning at me.

  “We’re not done with you,” Matt says. Rich is untying my ankles from the bedpost. Almost instinctively, I close my legs. I think I see him smirk. Matt positions himself on his left side so that his cock is level with my face. Gently, he puts his hand on my cheek and turns my head. He presses the tip of his penis against my lips. I part them and take his cock into my mouth. I know that if my hands were free I could do more, but as it is, I just lick the tip and then begin sucking.

  “Oh God,” he says, moaning. “I forgot how good those lips were.” I look up and see that his eyes are closed in pleasure. I want my hands free so that I can stroke his ass, his balls. Then almost reluctantly, he pulls himself out of my mouth. He flips himself so that he is lying on his right side, his face even with my hips and his cock again at my mouth. “Keep sucking it, babe,” he says, and I comply. I’m afraid that my arms are going to cramp. Then I feel his hand caress my stomach.

  “Are you ready to be fucked good and hard?” he asks me.

  I forget about the ropes and the numbness in my arms. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me.”

  “Not yet. I’m going to let this male hooker fuck you first. I’m going to share you with him.”

  I pull away from his cock and look down. Rich has a condom wrapper in his hand. Another adrenaline rush hits me. I watch, my heart racing, as he opens the wrapper. To me, the moment when a man puts a condom on is one of the most exciting moments in sex. It means that the sex is about to happen; that I’m about to be fucked. But by this stranger?

  Rich spreads my legs and puts his knees between them. He positions his cock where I can feel it at the entrance of my cunt. It’s wet from the recent orgasm and getting wetter. Rich places his hands on either side of me and braces himself above me.

  “Put it in just a little,” Matt says.

  Rich does, and I moan. My pelvis moves against him involuntarily but he pulls back.

  “Do you like that?” Matt asks me. “Do you like being fucked by a stranger?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Yes.”

  “Do you want him to do it more?”

  “Yes.”

  Then Matt begins rubbing my clit. For a moment I think, No, it will be too sensitive. I’m surprised to feel sensations of pleasure once again.

  “Put it in a little more,” Matt orders Rich and he complies. I know that Matt can see everything from his
vantage point. It makes me feel even more exposed, more powerless, and at the same time, more turned on.

  Rich begins to slowly fuck me. We stare into each other’s eyes. I wonder how many women he’s looked down on like this. My ego rises up inside me. I tighten my vagina around his cock. His eyes widen and his face contorts momentarily in ecstasy before he composes himself. I want to put my hands on his ass and pull him to me.

  “She’s good,” he tells Matt. “I’m going to have to do her slow.”

  “I want to do her mouth,” Matt answers. He moves up the bed, stroking my side with his stiff cock. Softly, he brushes my cheeks with it. Rich lifts one hand from the bed and again turns my cheek to Matt’s erection, which I take between my lips.

  “Oh God, she’s sucking you really good,” Rich tells him. I’m pleased and overwhelmed by sensations as Matt begins rubbing me harder.

  “You’re going to come with his cock in you,” he says.

  Rich’s thrusts become more even, slow and hard, as Matt’s finger rubs faster and faster. Even though Matt’s penis fills my mouth, I’ve stopped sucking and have started moaning.

  I come again, slamming my pelvis against Rich. I open my eyes in time to see the look of surprise on his face and I know that he is coming, too. Matt pulls his hand away so that Rich can collapse on top of me. We are both sweating.

  He rolls off, panting hard. “That doesn’t usually happen,” he says to the ceiling.

  Matt laughs. “I’d better see what all the fuss is about.” He shifts position and gets a condom. I look at him in surprise. “I said we were going to share you,” he reminds me.

  I realize again that my arms are aching. “Untie me,” I say. Matt begins to reach for the rope but Rich is there first. I lower my freed arms and Rich rubs them while Matt slips his condom on.

  Once suited up, he spreads my legs again. I gasp as I feel his still-hard cock slide into my wetness. Then he’s looking down on me. “You’re so wet,” he says. “You’re so, so wet.”

  “I didn’t think this was ever going to happen,” I say. Indeed, I didn’t. A few years before, it was all I could think about. But Matt had been the one who wanted to wait to consummate our relationship. We’d taken it right up to the edge before he pulled back, perhaps sensing the intensity of my neediness. The further he pulled back, the faster I came at him, until I no doubt drove him away. Now-- when I least expected it, when I had completely embraced the idea of us just being friends-- it happens.

  Now while Rich watches, Matt fucks me slowly, hard. “I knew this would feel good. I knew it.” He turns me over and pulls me onto my elbows and knees. I feel him enter me from behind. He grabs my ass cheeks hard and the pace of his thrusts quicken. “You have such a great ass,” I hear him say.

  “I want to see you come,” I tell him. He flips me over and enters me again.

  “That’s it,” he moans. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” And then he comes, his body shuddering, his face even more contorted then Rich’s.

  Later that night, I wake up. Matt sleeps beside me, breathing quietly. I hear the toilet flush. Rich enters the room and begins to collect his things. I watch him dress. He glances over at the bed and sees me.

  “Hi,” he whispers.

  “Hi.”

  He finishes dressing and comes over to my side of the bed. He kisses me on the lips. “Bye,” he says. “Take care of yourself.”

  “Do I need to…?” I can’t believe I’m about to offer to pay him.

  “Nope. All taken care of.” He heads for the door.

  “Wait,” I don’t know quite what I’m doing, but I get out of bed and follow him out of the bedroom to the door of the suite. He looks at me questioningly. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply.

  “What was that for?” he asks.

  “For making one of my wildest fantasies come true.”

  “Matt made it come true. Not me.”

  I hear the voice in my head ask, So this was just another job to you? I mentally kick myself. Surely he’s heard that question before. And I’m sure he tells them all they were special. So I take a step back. “Thanks anyway,” I say.

  “Any time.”

  “Really?” I say teasingly.

  He gives me a strange look. Suddenly, he drops his bag and grabs me. We begin kissing madly, almost as though we were trying to devour each other. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He takes me back into the sitting room and together we fall onto the armchair. He fumbles with his pants, then fumbles with a condom, and then he is in me again. Our sex is even more intense this time because we have made a silent agreement to be quiet. This is no performance. He never takes his eyes from mine. Finally he comes, and lies against me.

  “That was on the house,” he whispers in my ear. “That was for me.”

  A tremor goes through me. “How do I know that?”

  “Because. Because I want to see you again.”

  Rich is gone. I crawl back into bed beside Matt, who stirs in his sleep and reaches over to me. “How are you?” he asks groggily, pulling me to him. Here is another fantasy come true: me enfolded in his arms, safe.

  “I’m fine,” I say, despite the other fantasy’s unexpected turn. Can one cheat with a male prostitute on someone who is just a friend? Why do I want so badly for him to leave, to not be there when I wake up in the morning? And then the feeling subsides. “Thanks for tonight.”

  “What are friends for?” Matt says, and goes back to sleep.

  Lesson Plan

  by Alex Picchetti

  Jasminder fiddled with her pen, tapping it irritably against the test in front of her. The paper slid off the tiny foldout tabletop, and she scrambled to catch it. Her neighbor scowled at her, and she sneered back. “Who gives pop quizzes at college, anyway?” she mumbled to herself.

  Professor Reiniger, of course. The bastard loved to make sure they were doing their readings, diligently keeping up with the course load. He was like that—methodical, prepared. Ready for anything, and perfectly dressed for it in his pressed shirt and khakis. That simply didn’t fit with Jas’s style, which was to cram all she could in the last few days before the exam and purge it all in booze and sex immediately afterwards. It had been the source of more than a few arguments—and their follow-up punishments, which she admitted made the shouting matches worthwhile.

  Sighing obviously, she dipped her head to look at the page. Mathematical equations danced across the page, followed by the words, “show your work.” A small smirk quirked her face. She picked up her pen and began to draw, using her arm to hide her masterpiece from her bitchy seatmate.

  When she finished, she examined it with smug satisfaction. Art had never been her strong suit, but it didn’t take much talent to draw a stick-figure student in a skirt, bent over a desk, being fucked by a stick-figure teacher. For good measure she added labels, then sauntered to the front with her paper, presenting it to Reiniger with a flourish and a deliberate fiendish smile.

  He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. Could he sense her wicked mood? Or was he annoyed at her trashy attire? Then he dropped his gaze to the page in front of him. She waited, biting her lip to contain the fierce giggles that threatened to erupt.

  She did not get the reaction she was hoping for. Without looking back up, he folded the test in four and calmly shredded it. She could only stare as he swept the confetti into the trash can. She suddenly became aware that three hundred sets of eyes were upon them, and that there was no sound of writing. The blood rushed to her face, and she was glad her dark skin would mask it.

  “Miss Sidhu,” Reiniger said, and she jumped. In the silence, his voice was like a cannon going off. “If you would please wait in my office until the end of class.” He did not look at her, and his voice held no anger, no inflection, yet it reached all corners of the hall. The silence around them deepened. Now angry as well as embarrassed, she returned to her seat in a huff, gathering her books and flouncing off to his office.

 
His office was in the back annex of the mathematics building, away from the other professors. It wasn’t the best of offices, small and cramped, but the first time she had seen it she had wondered aloud whom he had bribed to get such a prime piece of real estate for fucking students. The bruises on her ass for that comment had been satisfyingly long-lasting.

  She slammed the door when she arrived, but it didn’t ease her wounded pride. To make matters worse, the class would go on another hour, ending well into the evening, and so she had plenty of time to stew. She sulked, slouching deeper into the uncomfortable chair he kept for students. She played with her braid, trailing the end of it up the inside of her thigh and down again, trying to imagine his fingers instead. Finally, she heard the noise of students coming down the hall.

  She smoothed out her barely-there shirt and short black skirt just as Reiniger entered, followed by a pair of blond, bland all-American boys. She recognized one as Nick, Reiniger’s pet and favorite to compare her with, but the other was an unknown. She gave him the once-over when he caught her eye, and smirked. He blushed. Cute. She made a mental note to catch him after class one night.

  “Sir, I still don’t fully understand the process…” Nick was saying.

  “You can come by during office hours, Nicholas,” Reiniger said firmly, and Jas sniggered. “It’s late, and right now I have an appointment.”

  Nick glared at Jasminder, who casually gave him the finger. He and the blushing boy left. Jas blew a kiss after them as Reiniger closed the door gently, locking it behind them. Jas felt a thrill slide down straight to her cunt. He couldn’t be that angry if he was locking the door, could he?

  “Should I be worried?” she asked as the professor sat behind his desk. He didn’t answer, shuffling through the quizzes instead. She pressed on. “I mean, he seems pretty jealous. Nick, that is. You’re not doing boys now too, are you?”