Wicked Pleasures: Stories of Kinky Love
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“I’m not sure I could trust him not to touch himself if I did—or worse still, touch something else. Maybe even try diving into that lovely ass. He’s gotten quite worked up, watching.”
Naomi shrugged. “Slave, you know where the bar is. Get me a Midori.”
“Vodka, with lots of ice,” Greta added, and Naomi sent the girl on her way with a smack on the butt.
She returned a moment later with the drinks. Greta plucked an ice cube from her glass and ran it over Lisa’s ass cheeks until the ice had melted down to a lump a little larger than a gumball, with no corners or rough edges. She rubbed this piece of ice around Lisa’s asshole, watching it twitch, then slowly pushed it through her puckered hole. Lisa’s senses reeled from the sudden cold and the strange feeling of the ice melting inside her, but she made no attempt to speak, or to spit out her gag.
“It is a lovely ass,” Naomi agreed. She smacked her slave’s butt, and the young woman knelt between Lisa’s feet, spread her cheeks reverently, and began eagerly lapping at her brown rosette, rimming her and probing her hole, licking away the cold, her tongue feeling like a warm wet washcloth scrubbing her clean. Lisa squirmed, rubbing her hard nipples against the satin, and unconsciously pushing her ass up against the slave’s face.
“Very fuckable,” said Greta. “You wouldn’t believe her fool of a husband has never even kissed it, would you?”
“What?”
“Uh-huh. Serves him right if he starves, with a wonderful dish like that lying beside him every night.”
The slave twisted her tongue into a point, and pushed a little harder with it until Lisa’s hole began to pucker invitingly. She pushed deeper, gently probing and then enthusiastically tongue-fucking her ass. Lisa continued to squirm as the ice melted away to water inside her and the girl’s tongue slowly opened her darkest, most secret place, but after several minutes, she was on the edge of coming again. She held back. A faint twinge of guilt was spoiling the pleasure: letting a strange woman, whose face she’d never even seen, give her multiple orgasms seemed perilously close to adultery. After several minutes, Naomi tugged on her slave’s leash, pulling her away. “I don’t know what you’re doing wrong,” she hissed, “but believe me, you’ll suffer for it.”
Greta stroked Lisa’s pussy and inner thighs, trying to encourage her to relax enough to come again, but Naomi came to the rescue. She lubed up the butt plug, which slid easily up Lisa’s glorious ass, then squeezed the ball to inflate it while Greta started spanking her. The twin sensations of the toy growing inside her and the sweet, sharp sting of the slaps on her cheek pushed Lisa over the edge in only a few seconds, with another mind-bending orgasm following almost immediately. When Lisa opened her eyes again and tried to focus, Greta gave her a sharp slap on her other cheek and said, “We’re going into the next room,” she said. “I’ll leave the plug in your butt, with the bulb by your knee. If you want it to be bigger, just press down on the bulb. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”
* * * *
Lisa lay across the bed, feeling satisfied but not quite satiated, fantasizing about the slave girl rimming her while she rode Terry’s cock. Every so often, she inflated the butt plug just a little more. She was sure Greta hadn’t finished with her ass yet, and wanted to be ready for whatever her magnificent mistress had in mind. She lost track of time completely, and was startled when the door opened and the guests returned. Greta deflated the dildo and removed the spreader bar while a beautiful redhead, naked but for afterglow, flopped onto the bed next to Lisa. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Karen, Naomi’s slave. I hope we get to do this again some time. ’Bye.” She kissed her way back down Lisa’s back, took one long last lick down between her ass cheeks, then bounced out of the room.
Greta walked around the bed, and unlocked her handcuffs. As Lisa removed her gag, Greta stepped out of her dress and waved her beautiful big brown breasts in front of her face. “I have a surprise for you,” she said. Lisa reached for her tits, but Greta shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “I’ve found the perfect toy for that hot little ass of yours. Turn around, look behind you.”
Lisa peeked over her shoulder, then did a double-take. The man handcuffed to the chair behind her was her husband Terry, wearing only a ball-gag and a pair of Greta’s crotchless panties, from which a glistening erection protruded toward the ceiling.
“He’s been coming here for a month,” said Greta. “Naomi sent him here when she realized who he was. He didn’t have the courage to ask you if you’d like some anal action, and you didn’t have the courage to ask him.” She shook her head. “So I decided to show him. Now, will you two for fuck’s sake talk to each other in future?”
Terry mumbled something through his ball gag. “Sorry,” said Greta, and walked over to him to remove his gag and cuffs. “I ought to spank you both until you can’t sit down for a week, unless one of you has a better idea.”
“Please, Mistress,” said Terry, his mouth dry, “may I fuck my wife’s ass first? Then you can do to me whatever you want.”
Greta managed not to grin. “I think you should ask her, don’t you?”
“Please, may I fuck your beautiful ass?” he croaked. “I’m sorry I’ve neglected it so long, and I’ll try to make it up to you.”
“Please hurry,” whimpered Lisa. “I’m about to come just from looking at you.”
He staggered forwards, knelt behind her, and rubbed the head of his cock against her asshole. It opened for him instantly, and he slipped all the way inside her in one smooth motion. His cock was smaller than the butt plug had been, but to Lisa it felt as though it was filling her completely, and when he came after only seven thrusts, the new sensation of semen jetting into her ass made her come so hard that she blacked out. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay huddled there together, oblivious to everything else until Greta flopped down onto the bed beside them, holding out her breasts for them to suck. Terry and Lisa took one hard, dark nipple each and sucked eagerly while their mistress fingered her clit and pushed the vibrator into her own ass. She shrieked as she came, something her clients had never heard before, and a faint blush crept across her dark skin.
* * * *
“Okay,” Greta said, when she’d recovered her breath. “Get dressed and get out.”
Terry and Lisa looked at each other uncertainly, then back at her. “Can’t we see you again, Mistress?” asked Lisa.
Greta blinked, and propped herself up on one elbow. She’d assumed this act of charity would cost her two clients, but neither of her slaves seemed inclined to leave. “What?”
“Please?” said Terry.
Greta drew a deep breath. “You still want to be my slaves?”
“I’ll be your slave as long as you want me,” said Lisa, glancing at Terry nervously. He nodded.
“Together, or separately?”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “Come and see me next Friday. Both of you, seven o’clock.” They nodded. “Why are you still here? I told you to hit the showers! And shut the door on your way out!”
Greta watched as they walked out, arms around each other and idly fondling each other’s asses. As soon as the door was shut, she began masturbating again. One of these days, she thought, she’d have to find a slave who gave her what she wanted.
Contributors
Kris Cherita has written smut for D-Cup, Gent, and Hustler Busty Beauties under a variety of noms de porn, and thinks the best thing about writing smut is the research, even the bits you can’t claim on as tax deductions.
Elizabeth Coldwell is the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine. Her stories have appeared in anthologies including Best SM Erotica 1 and 2; Yes, Sir; and Naughty Spanking Stories 2. She believes bad boys need to learn to play nicely.
I.G. Frederick has gotten paid for her writing for more than a quarter of a century and has specialized in erotic fiction and poetry for the last seven years. Her novels, Broken and Shattered, are currently available onl
ine and at select bookstores. She also has had numerous short stories and poems published in print and electronic anthologies and magazines. In addition to sharing her words on paper, she teaches workshops on topics from writing and marketing to ways to spice up your sex life. More information available at http://eroticawriter.net
Ralph Greco, Jr. is an internationally published author of short stories, plays, essays, button slogans, 800-number phone sex scripts, children’s songs and SEO copy. Ralph is also an ASCAP-licensed songwriter and lives in the wilds of suburban N.J., where he attempts to keep his ever-expanding ego in check.
Alex Picchetti used her psychology minor in university as an excuse to explore the many quirks of human sexuality, and hasn’t stopped exploring them since. She lives near Toronto with her three spoiled cats. This is her first publication.
Jean Roberta teaches English in a Canadian prairie university and writes fiction (erotic and otherwise), research-based articles, opinion pieces, and reviews. More than sixty of her erotic stories have been published in print anthologies, and Eternal Press (www.eternalpress.ca) has released her single-author collection of erotic stories in various genres and flavors, Obsession (2008). Other recently-published stories include Smoke, (a new look at an old demon) in Best Fantastic Erotica (Circlet Press, 2008) and The Personal Is Political (about the first lesbian Prime Minister of Canada and her legal wife in 2013) in Coming Together: With Pride (Phaze, 2008). She is also a staff reviewer for the site “Erotica Revealed” (www.eroticarevealed.com). She has a column, “Sex Is All Metaphors,” on the web site of the Erotic Readers & Writers Association (www.erotica-readers.com). Her own Web site is www.JeanRoberta.com.
A resident of Arizona, A. Silenus spent his early years in Britain. In addition to fiction, he writes features and other oddments for various print and online media. His erotic short stories have appeared in Forum magazine in the UK, at the online Ruthie’s Club, and in The MILF Anthology, published by Blue Moon Books.
Cecilia Tan is the author of several books of erotic short stories, including White Flames, Black Feathers, EdgePlays, and Telepaths Don’t Need Safewords. She is the founder of Circlet Press, Inc., and has edited erotica anthologies for Circlet, Masquerade Books, Carroll & Graf, Thunder’s Mouth Press, and Blue Moon Books. Find out more at www.ceciliatan.com.
Peter Tupper is a journalist and writer in Vancouver, BC. His erotica has been published in S/M Futures and Like a Wisp of Steam. He blogs at www.historyofbdsm.com
Sage Vivant founded the original Custom Erotica Source in 1998 and sold it to new owners in 2007. She is the author of Your Erotic Personality, and with partner M. Christian has edited five erotica anthologies, including Amazons, Garden of the Perverse, Confessions, The Best of Both Worlds; Bisexual Erotica, and Leather, Lace, and Lust. Her stories have appeared in dozens of anthologies worldwide. Visit her at www.sagevivant.com and learn how to revel in your erotic personality.