Wicked Pleasures: Stories of Kinky Love

by Wicked Pleasures- Stories of Kinky Love (epub)

  “So. Hot night?” she asked, nodding toward Lucee’s basket of intended purchases.

  “With any luck,” Lucee winked. “What do you think of this?” She took a shiny latex bustier from the abbreviated clothing rack and held it to her body.

  “I think you’ll look too hot to handle in that,” Annabel replied and wasn’t just handing her friend an empty compliment. Annabel really did consider Lucee tremendously sexy and sometimes got the vibe that Lucee liked the way Annabel looked, too. But they never talked about it, preferring instead the comfortable territory of men as a conversation topic.

  Lucee giggled. “Okay, then. I’ll take it!”

  Annabel tried to hide her disappointment—the bustier was exactly the item she had been looking for and now it was going to be Lucee’s. Oh well, she thought, maybe the store will have something else I can use.

  “I should get going,” Lucee whispered. “I have a lot to do to prepare for my special night!”

  “Ooooh, good luck!” Annabel said, nudging her conspiratorially. She was grateful that Lucee’s excitement distracted her from asking questions about her.

  Annabel ended up having to settle for a black satin corset with red laces. It was slimming and pushed her tits up nicely, but she’d always associated corsets with more submissive women—and tonight she would not be in that mindset at all. She bought fishnets and remembered she had thigh-high boots at home. Nothing like a pair of imposing footwear to give a girl a sense of power.

  * * * *

  When Dan arrived, Annabel’s blood raced through her veins. Though he was the same strong presence he’d always been, her own persona felt larger, now virtually equal to his. Her swept-up hair and no-nonsense outfit raised his eyebrows.

  “You look terrific,” he said. “I’m eager to serve.” He sat down in the largest chair he could find and placed an ankle over one knee.

  “I’m glad to hear that,” Annabel replied, walking up to him so she could look down on him. “Because tonight, I’m going to have your ass.”

  He’d been her master too long for her remark to feel entirely comfortable. But the gleam in his eye helped cut some of the tension. They both knew that although she was in charge tonight, tomorrow she’d be his slave again, so she did need to observe some implied codes of behavior even tonight if she didn’t want to face his wrath tomorrow. Testing those boundaries sent a dangerous thrill up her spine.

  “Are you? And how do you propose to take me?” he asked calmly.

  She held a crop in one hand. As she leaned her weight into one hip, emphasizing its womanly curve, she slapped the crop into the palm. “That remains for me to show you—all in good time. For now, you need to strip for me.”

  “Right here? In the living room?”

  “That’s what I said.”

  She wondered whether her cheeks looked as flushed as they felt. She had no intention of looking ridiculous. She had to be taken seriously tonight.

  When he was naked, his sizable cock already close to fully erect, she grinned her approval. Then she placed one high-heeled foot on the coffee table, opening her exposed pussy.

  “We’ll begin by having you eat me until I say you can stop.”

  “Any particular position you want me in?”

  “Whatever is most comfortable. You may be there a while.”

  He knelt on the floor and buried his face between her meaty thighs. Her clit met his tongue in a moment that made her gasp. She feared her balance might be compromised by the heady sensation of his mouth at her cunt, but she stayed upright and in control. When he reached upward to spread her lips with his fingers, she reprimanded him.

  “No hands.” If he used his hands, she’d come too quickly, which was not part of her plan. It was important to build and maintain sexual tension tonight.

  So he worked diligently on her hardening little nub, licking and sucking it while her juices spread all over his cheeks and chin. Amidst all his smacking and her moaning, she never heard the front door open. Lucee stood in the entryway for a minute or two before announcing herself.

  “Hi, there,” she finally said.

  Dan did not even pause in his licking, but Annabel was momentarily shocked to see her best friend watching her pussy get eaten.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Lucee said without a trace of regret in her voice. “I just came to see if you wanted this bustier. My date canceled and I don’t have any use for it.”

  The moment hung in the air like an imminent thunderstorm. Lucee had already seen more than Annabel could ever explain. And maybe Lucee could be of some use tonight.

  “Put it on,” Annabel instructed, saying the first thing that popped into her dominatrix head.

  Lucee grinned, tilted her head, and tore off her clothes. As she stepped into the bustier, Dan’s tongue took some unexpected turns, pushing Annabel closer to the brink of orgasm than she’d intended to go. With Lucee watching, Annabel could no longer keep her reactions in check. She shouted and rubbed her spasming cunt into Dan’s face. He didn’t stop running his tongue over her beleaguered clit, but then she remembered he would only stop when she told him to, so she ordered him to return to the chair.

  By this time, Lucee was wearing the bustier, looking from Dan—whom she knew as Annabel’s master—to Annabel and back again. She didn’t hide her confusion well, but she hid her arousal even less.

  “I’m dying for some cock, aren’t you, Lucee?” Annabel asked her friend.

  “Oh yeah.”

  The women descended on Dan’s fully erect tool like hungry lions. Annabel worked his swollen tip while Lucee traded off sucking one ball then the other. Periodically, the women would meet in the middle, licking his shaft and gingerly brushing their mouths against each other. When Dan moved to stroke their heads, Annabel had to remind him of the no-hands rule.

  So he was resigned to sit back and watch as these two bustier- and corset-clad women lapped away at his dick. Between sloppy kisses and wet licks, Annabel reached between Lucee’s legs and located the hot muff she’d never allowed herself to think about before. Lucee’s cream spread over Annabel’s fingers instantly, inviting her to come closer, come inside. Finger-fuck me, it seemed to plead.

  Annabel flicked her tongue at Dan’s nearly purple head while she inserted one, then two fingers up inside Lucee, who responded by reaching over to squeeze Annabel’s tit. With her thumb, Annabel diddled Lucee’s clit. She was so dizzy now that her breathing came in shallow spurts and nothing other than Dan’s cock and Lucee’s twat mattered in the tiniest way.

  Lucee seized the opportunity to sample her best girlfriend’s slippery labia, now that Annabel had opened the door with her own bold move. Lucee mimicked Annabel’s stroking when her hand found its way to Annabel’s snatch. Together, the girls rubbed and tickled and frigged each other, spreading sweet wetness to thighs and hands.

  Annabel kept an eye on Dan’s hard-on as she circled the ridge under his knob with careful sweeps of her tongue. She had come to know the color it turned just before it shot come—she even knew how hot it felt against her cheek just prior to spewing. She promised herself to stop short of those signs as she slowly worked him toward the very state she intended to delay.

  Lucee sucked his balls with her eyes closed. She let her nose tickle his pubes while she burrowed into his sac. The sight of Lucee’s enthusiasm combined with the feel of her silky, wet cunt threw Annabel’s best laid plans into mayhem. Lucee’s skillful fingering was the final straw. In her attempts to monitor Dan’s orgasms, she’d forgotten about her own and now came for the second time that night, releasing aromatic, feminine jizz into Lucee’s busy hand.

  Lucee, too, had had more than she could take and launched into a stream of howls and yelps that jerked her body in uncontrollable fits. Dan watched the two women act as an orgasmic tag team, but refrained from beating himself off to join them.

  The women seemed to briefly forget about him as they embraced each other immediately after their powerful orgasms.
Annabel kissed her friend’s pretty mouth and Lucee undid the studied hairstyle Annabel had concocted for herself, sending Annabel’s lovely reddish brown hair cascading down to her shoulders.

  “That’s better,” Dan couldn’t help but comment. He’d always preferred her hair to be loose and free.

  His voice jolted Annabel back to the matter at hand. She locked gazes with him and shot him a stern warning that she augmented with words. “Do I need to remind you that you aren’t entitled to an opinion tonight unless I give it to you?”

  She wanted to laugh maniacally at her own swashbuckling confidence. She felt like the dictator of a country full of silent citizens and a frightened militia. It was very, very good.

  “Don’t you think that kind of impertinence demands punishment?” she asked Lucee, whose countenance displayed her total satisfaction.

  “Oh, absolutely,” Lucee managed to muster. “I’d whip him if I could stand.”

  Annabel wanted to laugh but caught the impulse in time to squelch it. “I have a better idea,” she said, grinning, vaguely aware that she’d never been wetter in all her life. The room smelled like cunt—hers and Lucee’s.

  “Get up, Dan,” she said as she got to her feet. Lucee followed suit, albeit with some difficulty.

  Dan’s cock bobbed like a billy club between his legs. He had a good build anyway, the kind women always looked at. But the addition of such a hard and obviously ready cock increased the collective temperature in the room considerably.

  He stood before the women, awaiting his instructions. His pubic hair was slightly matted from where saliva and tongues had concentrated, but this fact did nothing to diminish the unquestionable beauty of his singularly hard penis. Annabel’s instincts directed her to kneel before him and suck until he was satisfied, but she ignored them, committed as she was to staying in the dominant role.

  “Dan, that is some slab of meat you’ve got there,” Lucee crooned. As Annabel cleared the coffee table of all articles, she forgave her. After all, she’d never seen Dan naked before and the sight was rather unforgettable.

  “Get on all fours, Dan,” Annabel said.

  As he did, Annabel reached into the goodie box she’d planted under the sofa and extracted four items, a butt plug like the one she had seen Lucee buy that morning, a dildo, a harness, and some lube.

  “Guess who’s going to be taking it up the ass tonight?” She purred to Lucee. “Can you help me into this thing?”

  The women stood before Dan so he’d have to watch them work together to prepare his fate. Annabel inserted the dildo into the harness’s ring before Lucee helped her into the contraption. Lucee tightened the straps and ensured that it all fit snugly. Meanwhile, a semi-erect cock dangled from Annabel’s pubis. She grasped it with a menacing look in her eye, and spoke to Dan. “This is what’s going up your ass, Dan. Nice and slow. You’re gonna scream for me tonight.”

  “Have you ever done this before, sweetheart?” Lucee asked her friend quietly.

  “No, but I’ve had it done to me.”

  “Would you like to test it on me?” Lucee asked, barely concealing the intensity of her desire.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Oh, yes. Use this, though.” Lucee handed her the butt plug, then dutifully lay on her back and threw her legs over her head. Dan and Annabel got a full view of her exposed pinkness.

  “Stick it up my ass, Annabel,” Lucee pleaded breathlessly.

  Annabel was already coating the plug with lube, stroking it like it was a cock. She then massaged a bit of the viscous fluid into Lucee’s perineal area, taking care to rim her delicately. She crouched down, leaving room for Dan to watch everything, and drove the plug slowly into Lucee’s willing hole. The plug opened her asshole gradually, and as she pushed it cautiously past one and then another set of muscles, it didn’t take long for it to disappear.

  “Twist it,” Lucee begged.

  Annabel complied in between ramming it into her.

  “Okay, I’ll finish here. Go fuck Dan and I’ll join you in a minute,” Lucee whispered.

  Lucee’s comment surprised her but then she realized what her friend had planned. Witnessing Lucee play with a butt plug up her ass and taking a dildo up his ass was going to make things extra difficult for Dan. That Lucee was one smart cookie, Annabel thought gleefully.

  Annabel stood behind Dan now, pouring a generous stream of lube over his cheeks and into his crack before adding a bit to the dildo. She massaged his cheeks with the excess, enjoying the way his flesh responded to her touch. The shine from the lube gave him a porn-star look and she allowed herself to smile at that.

  As she’d done with Lucee, she rimmed his shriveled opening until she felt it relax somewhat. Just for kicks, she inserted her tongue where her finger had just been, testing how deep the hole would permit her to go. She wiggled her tongue when she reached the limit and felt him twitch. He knew enough not to make a sound.

  Now it was time. She’d thought all day about the sight of the dildo parting his cheeks and paving the way into his ass—and now she was responsible for bringing that vision to life. She took aim, pressed the tip of the dildo against his lubricated sphincter, and pushed as slowly as she could.

  “I’m going to fill you up so slowly, you’ll want to cry out for mercy,” she heard herself saying. Centimeter by centimeter, the lifelike cock drilled into his ass.

  Meanwhile, both she and Dan couldn’t help but be riveted by the now-writhing Lucee, who pumped herself like a crazed animal. She squealed and twisted, but held onto the base of the toy with supreme dedication. It was unclear whether she was in the middle of an extended orgasm or just having one hell of a good time. Either way, her single-minded pursuit of something only she knew how to define raised the tension level in the room to astronomic proportions.

  After what seemed like an hour, the dildo’s base rested against Dan’s ass cheeks. Annabel moved from side to side to provide a new sensation of pressure, but when Lucee started to make louder, more atavistic sounds, she opted to thrust in a more traditional direction. She pumped faster as Lucee’s orgasm reached a frightening fever pitch.

  “Please, Annabel, may I come?” came Dan’s strained voice.

  Her compassion overruled her need for dominance. “Yes, Dan. Come now. Come all over the table while I ram your ass!”

  Not only did he come on the table, he shot a load that splattered Lucee’s contorted body, as well. His spunk didn’t stop as Annabel continued to pump him—and she continued to pump him long after he had nothing left to shoot.

  “Had enough, sweet cheeks?” she finally growled.

  “Yes! Yes, please stop now!” Dan whimpered. His head was in his hands, which were on the table.

  Lucee lolled on the floor with the butt plug still in her ass, laughing languidly now at the jizz in her hair and the orgasms under her belt. Annabel slapped the dildo against Dan’s upturned ass, then kissed the spot where it had hit.

  “Thank you, Dan. This was so much better than birthday cake.”

  They all laughed, but Annabel didn’t come out of her dominatrix role until promptly at midnight that night.

  It was a birthday she’d not likely soon forget.

  The Invited

  by Ralph Greco, Jr.

  My friends know me to be a calm, dark-eyed woman with a welcoming smile, a good body – though it wouldn’t hurt me to lose five pounds – and a relatively pleasant personality. All the men I dated until meeting Tony are still my friends—or if not, we don’t speak because of miles, not because of a bad break-up. I’m simply a “nice lady.” I speak my mind, but never to the point of beating someone over the head with my opinions. I like a good bottle of wine now and again. I have a bit of a thing for Al Pacino.

  So it would probably come as a surprise (and it did to most of those aforementioned boyfriends) that I like to be spanked—love it, actually. It came as a surprise to me when my first boyfriend, Joey Anderson, and I were fooling around in his dark, dank basement
on my sixteenth birthday and he managed to get me across his lap for a few “birthday swats.” I became so red-faced – and with my dark complexion, that is saying a lot – that I literally had to sprint home so as not to show Joey how excited I was.

  At first I was a bit confused by that sudden rush, but somehow this simple act – what I would later learn was called an “OTK” or over-the-knee spanking – awakened a deep well of desire. I started masturbating furiously to daydreams of ass-warmings, only to graduate the year of my “real” graduation through a swath of boys I hoped in vain might be able to make my budding fantasy a firm reality.

  My first years of college I jumped from relationship to relationship chasing my elusive goal: a man who could indulge me daily. Quite a few men spanked me with a variety of implements. Some ordered me to wear ever smaller skirts in public for easier access. I loved the idea of public punishment. I was taken across knee, desk, high-backed chairs, punished quickly in a bedroom while a party commenced in the common room of a dorm. Although never enough, I was lucky enough to surround myself with men who indulged my fantasies.

  Now, as I mentioned, I still count among my best friends a good portion of the men I’ve dated, and a couple of my exes were even on the guest list for my wedding—so who better to seek out for a final night of revelry before tying the knot?

  My husband-to-be and I decided to give one another one last weekend of freedom as a bachelor/bachelorette party. I had no idea what Tony would be up to, nor he I, but I knew my fiancé well enough to know he respected me and would never endanger his heath, or mine. I knew he assumed I’d spend the weekend with some girlfriends—and I had on Friday night—but on Saturday at five, I checked myself into the bright monolith of a Hilton on Route 10, ordered a light room service meal, then showered, dried, and waited to see who would answer my invitation.

  I had picked five of the nicest, most caring, wonderful men I had dated from age twenty-one to just a year before my engagement. Some I saw frequently around town, others not for a year or more, but I knew if anyone, these guys would enjoy the invite, take it for what it was, and not make anything more out of my request to “Show and Spank.” I had no idea who would respond—none had called per my written wish—but my friend Bobbie was working the front desk downstairs, the reason I decided on this hotel. She was set up to coordinate my night with the discretion only a best friend can muster.