by Robin Fate
“I let him know he can’t join in, but I told him he could watch. Is that okay with you, Emma?”
Emma glanced at the man, mid-forties, short black hair, tall and reasonably attractive. He was watching her for her response and she blew him a kiss. The man smiled and undid his pants, letting his erection bounce out and he began to massage it. Somehow, this managed to turn Emma on. She felt like she was on fire.
Turning her attention back to Max, she began to unzip his pants. She couldn’t wait to see his big, hard cock again; she had been dreaming about it all week. Slowly, she began to massage it with her hand as Max slipped his hand up her short denim skirt. He moved her panties to the side and began to rub her clit. Emma moaned and licked her lips as his long, experienced fingers entered her. His thumb was circling her clit and he had three fingers inside her. She felt her juices flow out all over his hand as he worked her.
Emma leaned forward and took Max’s throbbing cock in her mouth. She put her ass in the air, facing the other man so he could watch Max finger her.
Around this time, Emma realized there was another man to his left, watching her. She rubbed Max’s dick all over her face and mouth, but kept eye contact with the other man as she licked and sucked him. She watched in satisfaction as the man hit a climax and came all over himself. Emma was pleased with this reaction.
Turning her attention back to Max, she realized he was watching her with an amused expression on his face.
“You’re quite the exhibitionist, aren’t you?” he whispered and he pulled her up onto his lap.
His thick cock slipped into her wet pussy and Emma bounced up and down quickly on it. Max began to play with her asshole again and she felt her nerve endings in her little pink hole tingle.
“We need to stretch you out before I put my cock in there,” Max teased.
“Oh, Max,” Emma moaned louder than expected.
She was bucking on top of him now and as the first waves of her orgasm began, Max slipped a finger right up her ass. Gasping, Emma came harder than ever before and she cried out. She watched Max’s face as he came, pushing hard into her.
When they had finished, Emma slipped back into her seat and adjusted her underwear back into place and put on her top and bra.
Other couples were still moaning and groaning around them and no one seemed to be watching the movie, just each other.
“Will we go?” Max whispered.
Emma nodded and they slipped out by the man who had been watching them.
“Thank you for coming!” he said as they passed, and Emma gave him a wink.
“No, thank you for coming.”
* * * * *
Emma woke the next morning with a smile, remembering her date with Max. They had laughed the whole way home in the car at the shock on Emma’s face.
They had sat talking for over an hour outside Emma’s house until Jenny’s curtain-twitching had become too much and Emma had to go inside to tell her all about her date. They were meeting up tomorrow to attend a charity ball run by their company. He was out of town on business today, so Emma had booked a half day off work to go meet Chad before he left Seattle.
Work dragged by, and Emma squirmed in her seat all day with excitement. Finally, 1 p.m. arrived and she made her way to Chad’s hotel. Knocking on his door, she was surprised when another man answered.
“Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong room,” she said, turning to go.
“No, this is Chad’s room. I’m Roberto, his business partner. Please come in.” Roberto stood back to let Emma in and her heart sank. She had been so looking forward to her last meeting with Chad, and now it looked like he was too busy with work.
Inside, Chad was sitting on the bed in his suit pants and shirt with no tie, taking off his watch.
“Ah, Emma at last,” he said, standing up and kissing her cheek. “I see you have met our partner for the afternoon."
Emma glanced at Roberto, confused. He was short, maybe an inch taller than Emma and tanned with dark hair and dark eyes. What did Chad mean “our partner”?
Roberto walked over to her and kissed her softly on the lips. “No need to worry, beautiful,” he said, taking her hand and walking her to the bed. “Chad has asked me to join you, for your pleasure only.”
Emma looked to Chad for an explanation as Roberto sat down beside her on the bed and began stroking her back with his thumb.
“Today, Emma, you are going to tell us exactly what you would like us to do to you. Indulge your fantasies, anything you want.”
Emma thought for a moment. “I want you both to fuck me,” she said thoughtfully.
“A hole for each of us?” Roberto asked.
“No, I’m saving that for someone,” Emma said, smiling, thinking of Max. “I want you both to fuck me, and then I want you both to come on my face.”
Chad and Roberto smiled at each and they began to undress. Roberto was already hard, Emma noticed. Quickly, she stripped off and the two men began to lick and kiss her body.
“Roberto, lick my pussy,” Emma demanded, and he began to do so with gusto. He lapped at her wet pussy with his tongue as Chad watched and stroked his penis.
“Chad, in my mouth,” Emma ordered her friend and he straddled her chest and placed his cock in her mouth.
Soon, Emma needed to be penetrated. “Who wants to fuck me first?” Emma asked.
Roberto didn’t need to be asked twice. Wiping her juices from his chin, he thrust his short, fat cock into her dripping pussy and began to move in and out quickly.
“Slow down there, buddy,” Emma teased. “Remember what I said about coming on my face,” she reminded him.
Roberto pulled out, taking a break, and Chad flipped Emma on her knees and entered her from behind.
Emma moaned as his long cock pressed places Roberto’s hadn’t. Roberto was in front of her now, holding his throbbing penis in front of her face. Emma opened her mouth and he put it in. She could taste herself on his dick and as Chad fucked her and she sucked her own juices off Roberto’s dick, she came, hard.
When he was sure she had finished, Chad joined Roberto at her face and the two of them rubbed their cocks on her face and in and out of her mouth. Emma felt her pussy throbbing once more and she began to play with her clit.
Suddenly, Roberto began to ejaculate little drops of hot cum into her mouth. Emma drank it down like nectar and Roberto squirted over her face—rivers of cum rolled over her lips and into her mouth. Emma licked her mouth with her tongue and Chad began to squirt his ejaculate all over her lips. She opened her mouth and he blew his load into it, the sight of her cum covered face making him moan. Emma felt herself come for the second time, her body quivered until finally, exhausted, she lay on the bed, panting.
When she recovered, Emma hopped in the shower. By the time she came out, Roberto was gone, and Chad was packing his suitcases. Emma leaned against the door frame, watching him.
“Thanks for everything this week, Chad,” Emma said.
“It was my pleasure,” Chad said, flashing her his devilish grin. “But seriously Emma, you are a very sexual woman. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.”
“I won’t—not anymore,” she said and she kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door.
* * * * *
The next evening, Emma got ready for the work party. Her stomach bubbled with the excitement of seeing Max that night.
Earlier that day, she visited the sex shop Jenny had recommended to her. She had arranged a special surprise for him. She found one of the diamond butt plugs that Sarah had been wearing. It was now inserted in her ass, ready for Max to find later on.
Emma slipped her feet into her silver stilettos and studied herself in the mirror. Gone was the mousey brown and black that she had worn for years. Tonight, she wore a long red dress with a slit right up to her hip. Her hair was in a loose chignon and her makeup was sultry. Her taxi beeped outside and she ran out of the house, eager to meet her date.
As Emma walked
into the ballroom at the hotel, she felt all eyes turn to her. Most of the other women were in muted colors: nude, white, black. The old Emma would have been mortified to be the center of attention, but using her new-found confidence, she strutted right over to the bar where Max was waiting.
“Emma, wow,” he said, “just wow.”
“Thank you,” she said, calling the bartender over to order a drink. Suddenly, she felt an arm slip around her waist from the opposite side of Max. Confused, she looked up and saw Peter Harris, another co-worker from her floor. He had obviously been drinking for quite a while—his tux was already dishevelled and she could smell alcohol.
“Well, damn, Emma!” he slurred as he peered down the neckline of her dress into her cleavage.
Emma felt Max stiffen beside her, his face hard, and he was staring at Peter.
Slipping out from under Peter’s arm, she picked up her drink from the bar and turned to leave. “Thank you, Peter,” she said evenly. “Your tie is crooked, by the way.”
Emma walked off with Max close behind her. He was still shooting daggers at Peter.
“Don’t worry about it,” Emma said with a wave of her hand. “Everyone knows he’s a jerk.”
They joined some of their co-workers at a table where they drank and laughed together, unable to keep their eyes off each other. As the band began to play, couples made their way out onto the dance floor.
“Would you like to dance?” Max asked her, brushing a loose piece of hair from her face.
“Sure, just let me freshen up first.”
Emma left the ballroom to search for the bathroom. She was tipsy from both the alcohol and the feeling of having Max all to herself and she felt aroused by the feeling of fullness the butt plug gave her.
Emma reached a dead-end on the corridor she had been following and, cursing, she turned back. Blocking her path was a man, draining the last of his drink from his glass. Emma’s heart sank as she realized it was lecherous Peter Harris once again.
“I know a secret about you Emma,” Peter said in a silly singsong voice.
“Congratulations?” Emma said shortly, trying to brush past him, but he quickly caught her by the waist and pushed her up against the wall.
“Peter, take your fucking hands off me right now,” Emma shouted.
“I couldn’t get into Conference Room B the other day. Do you know why?” Peter continued, ignoring Emma’s protests. He grabbed both of Emma’s wrists and pinned them to her side and began to rub his erection against her crotch.
“Peter you have exactly five seconds to take your hands off me,” Emma warned him, struggling under his tight grip. Peter licked her neck, the sour smell of whiskey and cigarettes pervading her nostrils.
“I couldn’t get in, Emma, because you were fucking someone inside. Can it be my turn with Emma the dirty office whore?”
Emma had enough, as Peter moved in to kiss her, she pulled back her head and cracked him as hard as she could in the nose. Peter staggered back just as Max rounded the corner. His eyes moved from Emma to Peter and as he realized what had happened, he lunged for the pathetic figure hunched on the floor cradling his bloody nose.
Emma jumped between them. “Let’s just go home Max,” she said. “He’s not worth it.”
After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and led her down the corridor, his breathing coming fast and quick with temper. Outside, they jumped in a taxi and headed for his house. “I should have killed that guy,” he said.
“Max, I am well able to take care of myself,” Emma said firmly, and then her expression softened and she whispered in his ear, “but you can take care of me when we get to yours.”
An hour later in Max’s living room, they were relaxed drinking wine, when Max remembered his surprise.
“So what is it?” he asked eagerly, taking her glass of wine. Silently, Emma stood and pulled her dress up above her waist. She had gone commando and she turned her back to Max, bending over slightly. She heard him gasp.
“I told you the other night what I want you to do to me,” Emma said.
Max stood and unzipped his pants, his cock erect, and slowly he put it in her pussy.
Emma had never felt so full before. As Max worked in and out of her pussy, he spread her ass cheeks and slowly pulled out the plug.
“Oh my god, Emma!” he whispered as he circled her gaping asshole with his finger.
Emma grabbed her purse off the table and handed him a tube of lube. “Fuck my asshole,” she told him, looking into his eyes as she leaned forward on his sofa.
Without a word, Max lubricated his cock and slowly began to insert it into Emma.
She gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t painful, but she could feel her puckered hole stretching around his cock. The nerve endings were tingling and she began to play with her clit as he moved in and out a little further every time.
“Oh baby, I’m going to come soon,” Max groaned as he watched his cock move in and out of her virgin hole.
Emma wasn’t listening, her own orgasm already breaking, the sensation of her full asshole making it stronger and deeper than any she had experienced with vaginal intercourse.
Max felt her tighten around his cock and began to pump harder as he came. When he was done, he watched in awe as he pulled his dripping cock out of her ass.
“Emma,” he said as he turned her around and kissed her long and hard. “Can … I keep you?” Emma smiled to herself as he got up off the couch.
She might just keep him too.
Prize of the Hunt
Kate stretched her arms, then her legs for fifteen seconds apiece. She ran in place to get her heart going as she turned on her MP3 player and tuned out the rest of the world. She loved jogging in the morning; the cool air centered her. She could get out and see the park and be with nature.
“When you’re running, you don’t notice the dingy streets or the people walking by you,” the words she’d told her mother countless times rang in her ears. “You don’t care about the cold or the heat. The wind doesn’t bother you, either. All you care about is reaching that one goal, then going a little bit further. It’s like reaching your goals in life. So long as you keep trekking, you know that you will get there.”
Although Mom had been against the move, she’d chosen it because the park was only three blocks away. She couldn’t see it from the window—her apartment was on the wrong side of the building—but from here at the top of the hill, she could see the forest closing in on all sides around the lake with a bridge in the center. She took the lake trail and basked in the beauty of nature, alone with her thoughts. She turned off her MP3 player and listened to the sweet song of the birds. She unzipped her windbreaker and let the cool air touch her. It usually took her about ten minutes to make a brisk run around the lake if she really hauled ass, but she decided to go for more of a light stroll today and enjoy her surroundings.
Kate stopped by a bench for a second and watched the ducks go around the water, fishing for little pieces of food. She reached into her pocket for the crackers she usually brought, but it was empty; she shook her head and moved on.
She made her way along the back side of the trail, where the forest was thick on the sides and one could barely see inside. As she walked along, she tapped the bark of the trees lining the trail, feeling their vitality—to her, they almost felt warm, alive. She sat down for a moment against one of the trees and faced the lake, watching the waves go in and out, and let her thoughts wander.
She was so distracted by the beauty of nature that she didn’t even see the stuffed pair of green basketball shorts making its way towards her. She looked up and saw a smiling man with short brown hair and dimples that spread across his face. Muscles rippled underneath his gray ARMY T-shirt. He sat down on the bench not far from her and took out a packet of crackers.
“Excuse me.” She smiled sheepishly. “I forgot my crackers at home. May I have one just to feed the little guys? It’s kind of a thing I do here.”
The man turned around with a cocky smile and started to look down, just as a tease, then produced a cracker and ripped it in half so she could use it. This man had it coming.
Kate got up to get it and dropped it so she could give him a nice view of her behind. By the time her ass was in his face, he was practically drooling from the force of his attraction. She sat down right next to the bench and proceeded to throw crackers at the ducks.
She tried to sneak a glance of him without him noticing. He did.
He also had a massive hard-on.
“Well, I have to get going!” Kate said, trying to give him an out from an awkward situation. She stood up to walk away.
He wasn’t having any of it. He chased her down for a second and stopped in front of her, not even attempting to hide the throbbing bulge in his shorts.
“What’s your name?” He had a smile that made her melt.
“My name… uh…” Her smile was half a block wide; she was entranced. “It’s Kate,” she finally said.
She started to walk away again when a hand reached out and slapped her right in the ass she had put on display.
He is begging for it, she thought. She turned around to slap him, but before she could, she was suddenly struck with an idea. She looked at him playfully and started jogging into the nearby tree line, just far enough away that it would be hard for a passer-by to see them.
After fifteen feet or so, Kate took off her jogging shorts and flung them aside. She picked up a leaf from the ground and placed it directly over her crotch.
She was the prize of the hunt, waiting for her hunter. He emerged with his white teeth gleaming, a beautiful grin, and his hard cock pulled out of his shorts for the whole world to see.
He rubbed the tip, and she almost exploded with satisfaction. She could see his arm muscles pulsing with every movement of his hand along his hard cock. The veins bulged as his cock got harder.