Sex with Strangers Collection

by Natasha Hunter

  He tortured her again with his tongue, relentless in his assault until she was moaning his name over and over. Just as she was to the point of another intense orgasm he pulled up and ran the tip of his cock between her cheeks then lowered it, poised to thrust into her pussy. "Mmmm, not yet." he murmured as he eased into her warm wetness. Her pussy engulfed his cock and he groaned.

  He pushed her shirt up, baring her back. As he thrust into her again he leaned over and licked her just beneath her bra, using one hand to unclasp it. He slid his hand beneath her and grabbed her breast, rubbing his fingers across her taut nipple.

  She bounced against him, taking him deep into her pussy with every thrust, thinking he was so much hotter in real life than in her fantasies. Never had she imagined the wicked way he would touch her and kiss her. Never had she imagined he would tie her up and fuck her senseless across his desk!

  "Come with me," he demanded as he slapped her ass cheek. "So close," he said as he rammed his big cock deep into her, "So fucking close. I'm going to cum inside of you."

  She groaned a low throaty sound at the thought of him filling her pussy with his cum. How many times had she dreamed of this? So many nights she'd get off to the thought of him coming inside of her. 'Christopher is going to come in my pussy', she thought. Oh fuck! Mmmm.

  Her pussy pulsated around him, spasming, clinching him tightly as she came. She could hear his low guttural gasping as he grabbed her by the shoulders and thrust one final time, unloading his sticky hot cum deep inside of her. Warmth spread throughout her body as their orgasms collided. She trembled violently against him, around him, feeling his throbbing cock as it pulsated within her, shooting gobs of white creamy cum into her.

  "Fucking hell," he said as he thrust few more times into her before pulling out. She could feel their sticky warm cream dripping down her thighs. He pulled her up and undid her hands as he kissed the side of her neck. "You're keeping your job."

  She had forgotten about it, "Oh... thank you."

  "But if you so much as look at Sam..."

  She giggled as she turned around and entwined her hands around his neck, "If I need to go to the supply room maybe you can escort me."

  "I foresee lots of trips to the supply room." He bit her earlobe, "and the restrooms," then grazed his lips down the side of her throat to her collar bone, "and the parking garage."

  Ella grinned, deliriously happy, "and the board room."

  He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her closer, grinding into her, "Mmm, I think everyone should be gone by now, how about we go see how sturdy those shelves in the supply room are..."

  "Sounds like a plan to me!"

  "Oh and Ella?"

  "Hmmm?"

  "The next time you want to have phone sex with me don't immediately hang up afterwards? It makes me feel cheap," his eyes lit with mischief.

  She gasped, "You knew?"

  "You didn't block your number." He kissed her lightly on the lips, "So, about that supply room..." he smirked. "I just happen to have a key."

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  An excerpt from Illicit Affection

  "Darling." He took a sip of his drink then gave me that charming smile of his, an irresistible smirk that wrapped me around his little finger. "It's okay Lydia. It's nothing more than biology, chemistry, what have you. I can tell by that little bloom of color that warms your face every time Jude looks at you." He stroked his thumb across my cheek then cupped my chin.

  I tried to look down, but he wouldn't allow it. "Look at me. Tell me you don't want him."

  With great reluctance, I lifted my gaze and met his. "I only want you," I replied.

  "Liar," he whispered seductively, his breath warm against my mouth. He parted my lips and kissed me slowly. I could taste the brandy he'd been drinking. After breaking the kiss, he turned my body to face Jude. "You love only me, but sex has little to do with love. Sex is a craving of the body, not the heart."

  "Rogan, please," I begged.

  He pushed me towards Jude; my knees bumped into his. My heart hammered erratically as I stood there.

  "My dear, friend. Here is your chance to taste my darling little wife. I give you my full blessing," he said gregariously. "All you have to do is pull her sweet little panties down and bury your face in her pretty little pussy."

  "Rogan! You're drunk," Jude exclaimed.

  "Be that as it may, it changes nothing. You are going to lick my wife's pussy, and I am going to watch."

  I shuddered, feeling as if my knees were about to give out. Instinctively, my fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt; sweat beaded against the back of my neck. "You don't have to do this," I whispered breathlessly.

  "But he wants to," Rogan said, after taking another long sip from his glass.

  Jude stared up at me from where he sat on the sofa, his gaze questioning. It was as if he were silently asking my permission.

  I wet my lips nervously, still tasting Rogan's kiss. Some deep, dark part of me wanted this; was thrilled by this opportunity to have another man touch me there. Intimately. Just the thought of it was enough to send a jolt of desire sweeping through my body. I could feel the heat between my thighs and knew I was moist.

  'Surely he will stop this before it goes too far,' I thought, laying the blame back on my husband. I did not want to deal with the consequences of what might happen later, after the moment. I didn't want to think of it, of what it might mean for Rogan and I. I could only anticipate the feel of Jude's tongue, and the touch of his hands. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I gave Jude a nod of my head, giving him permission to do as my husband offered.

  Jude never broke eye contact with me as he grazed his hands along my calves. His touch felt like wild electricity sparking within, causing waves of heat and pinpricks of sensation everywhere he touched me. Slowly, his hands kneaded into my skin, massaging gently. He moved them higher, just above my knees.

  All I could do was stand there and concentrate on not collapsing to the ground. He slid to the edge of the sofa while inching his hands higher, beneath my skirt, rolling it up.

  'This isn't happening,' I told myself as I felt his fingers at the edge of my panties. He curled them around the waistband and pulled them down. I braced myself against his shoulder with one hand as I stepped out of them. He pushed my thighs apart and suddenly his face was inches from my wet heat. I could smell my arousal and became embarrassed by it. Fever flushed my cheeks as I felt him give the slightest of licks along the crease of my shaved pussy lips.

  I groaned and tightened my fingers into his shoulder.

  Instead of deepening the intimate kiss, he grazed his lips down to my thighs and kissed them. His tongue was everywhere but that one sensitive place that I wanted it. The anticipation stoked a roaring fire deep in my belly. My body was tense and taut, every nerve ending stretched with want.

  He teased me for what felt like an eternity, until I was moaning loudly for more, "Please, please," I begged.

  Rogan's seductive, commanding voice forced my attention to him. "Tell him what you want, sweetheart." His tone was husky. Excited.

  "I want him to lick me." I half groaned, half pleaded.

  "Where? Tell him where you want to be licked," Rogan commanded.

  "I want..." I hesitated, having a hard time saying the words.

  "Tell him."

  "I want him to lick my pussy," I barely managed to whisper.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part one (M/F/M menage) (sex during a Zombie Apocalypse)

  Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind
. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.

  My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."

  He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.

  I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."

  Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part two

  He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.

  I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

  His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips 3

  "Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."

  "Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."

  My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.

  "Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.

  "Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"

  His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.