BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  She works with me now, rocking her pussy into my touch. I press hard and make circles over her clitoris. Her eyes flutter closed. Through her thin panties, I can feel her wetness. It seeps over my toe, making my cock grow painfully stiff. How I want to crawl under the table, tear that wisp of fabric away, and taste her sweetness. But not just yet.

  “Do you need some help, Kaley?” Sloane’s voice is low and dark with lust. He takes a napkin and daubs sauce from the corner of her mouth. Soon his tongue replaces the cloth, and Kaley whimpers as it traces the seam of her lips.

  She reaches beneath the table and pulls her panties aside, giving me better access to her clit. Her honey drips over my toe as I plunge it between her labia. I take the wet tip and scrape it over that bud of flesh until she squeals inside Sloane’s mouth. Trembling, she grips the table and rocks her hips, in the throes of her first orgasm. First of many.

  Sloane ends their kiss, leaving her panting for breath. His thumb skims over her wet, luscious lips. “I think we’re ready for dessert. How about you, Kaley?”

  “Oh yes… please.”

  Sloane disappears into the kitchen and I crawl under the table. Nestled between her legs, I tear off her panties while my partner returns with the cake. When he sits, I can see his hard on straining against the front of his charcoal dress pants. It turns me on even more, and I lap at Kaley’s sensitive clit, making her groan loudly and jump in her seat.

  Sloane peels away the spaghetti straps holding her dress up. He nuzzles her neck, painting it with tiny kisses as he pulls her bodice down. Ripe, full bare breasts are exposed. I can’t wait to taste those dark pink nipples too.

  Sloane pauses long enough to cut the cake, and while he does, I slip a finger inside Kaley’s delectable tightness. He places a piece on a small, gold rimmed saucer then dips his fingers into the sweet whipped cream and strawberries on top. I finger fuck her while he smears this gooey treat over her tits.

  Teasingly, I flick my tongue over her clit then pull away. Not yet. Orgasm two will have to wait until she’s crazy with the need to come again. It’ll make it so much better for her.

  While Sloane licks and sucks the sweet dessert from her nipples, I blow on her sex. She whimpers and cries. Her fingers spear Sloane’s hair and she yanks him closer to those lush breasts.

  Hungry to taste more of her cunt, I spear my tongue between her sweet, pink labia and lick up all her juices. She positions her hips so I can eat more of her, and I poke the tip into that warm, snug hole.

  “Ohhhh, this is soooo good.” Her voice grows husky, making it even sexier.

  “Let’s go to the couch,” Sloane murmurs, his face nestled in the valley between her tits. “Get naked. We’ll smear cake all over you and lick every inch of your body, darling.”

  She shivers at this request. Her chair slides from the table and she’s up, shedding her dress in seconds. Sloane and I peel off our clothes as we follow her to the couch. Sloane brings the whole cake on its platter and puts it on the coffee table.

  Sloane kneels down beside her while I guide her to sit on our latex couch. I love the feel of the rubbery material against my skin. It stretches as I move closer to Kaley. It sticks to my back and thighs, pulling my skin. My cock twitches harder from the sensation, the smell. Sloane and I bought it especially for playing like this. Just wipe it down and you’re ready to go again.

  “You’re sure you want this?” Sloane stares into Kaley’s eyes. He sticks fingers into the thick whipped cream and scoops it up. Then he pops the treat into his mouth and seductively licks his fingers clean while he waits for her reply.

  “Yes.” Her word travels on a shaky sigh. “I’ve wanted it for so long.”

  That’s all we need to hear. Her consent. Once more, Sloane swipes up some creamy topping mixed with strawberries. This time, he slips his fingers between Kaley’s lips. Her eyes close as she sucks them deep into her mouth. She laps them clean like a cat eating a favorite food.

  “We’ve wanted this a long time, too,” Sloane tells her. His fingers slip from her mouth and explore her breasts, tweaking and tugging those taut, rosy nipples. His touch roams over her belly then between her legs to tease her cunt.

  “You’re ours tonight.” I lean forward and sink my fingers into spongy cake. “We’re going to fuck you raw. You won’t be able to walk straight when we’re through with you.”

  She gasps for air as Sloane smears fluffy sweets all over her cunt. “Yes… oh, yes. I wanna be your filthy whore.”

  Sloane coats her inner and outer labia with strawberries, chocolate, and cream. He runs a finger between the seam of her sex, spreading more sweetness there. Then he adds a generous dollop to the hood covering her clit. She writhes and wriggles, cooing breathy pleas for more.

  I spread the confection over those luscious tits, swirling crimson strawberry juice around and all over her nipples. What remains on my fingers I rub into her pouty lips. Then I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back. She mewls in response, before I slowly glide my tongue over her bottom lip, lapping up every last drop of cream. I suck it into my mouth, savoring the sugary taste. Her hands splay over my shoulders. Nails dig into muscle, pulling me closer.

  I clean her top lip with lazy flicks of tongue. Her breasts squash against my chest, smearing me with the rich scent of strawberry, smooth cream, and still-warm chocolate cake.

  My tongue spears into her mouth, claiming her, losing myself in the delectable taste. Her breath is sweet from the soft dessert. Her mouth is wet and wanton. Slick tongues slide over one another, entwine, then separate. I nip the end of hers, eliciting a little squeal from her.

  Sloane eats her pussy like it’s his last meal. He takes it slow, driving her over the edge before he devours her clit. First he probes her outer labia, cleaning the rich dessert from her shaved sex.

  “Ohhh, fuuuck, please,” she begs. “I need to come.”

  “You will, but not yet,” he tell her. “When you do, it’ll rock your world.”

  His eager tongue swipes at her inner labia, then down the seam of her dripping sex, lapping up all the honey she has to give. He pokes it inside, tongue fucking her until Kaley’s face twists up from ardent need. She wants to come so bad I can almost taste her desire.

  My head dips to her breasts and I suckle gooey chocolate off the round, heavy globes. I save her nipples for last. These are rock hard by the time I take then deep into my mouth. She arches beneath me, pressing her body close to mine as my tongue dances over them. I suck all the sweet cream and strawberries away from one and move to the next. She’s panting now, close to coming again, and she clings to me as Sloane and I make love to her.

  Sloane takes it to her clit. He presses wet muscle into this swelling bead of flesh and tastes it. Slowly at first, then faster. He varies between long, lazy strokes and rapid flicks until she squirms uncontrollably. Tiny moans drift from her open mouth. She shoves her cunt closer to his face, begging with her body to be taken over the edge again.

  Sloane slips a finger inside her while he draws her clitoris into his mouth. He sucks it hard then eases up, stroking his tongue over it once more. He keeps this up while he fingers her, adding another digit and curling it to massage her g-spot.

  “Ohhh god yessss!” She humps his hand and face. I suck her second nipple clean while I tweak and pluck at the other. Soon, she spills over the edge and lets out a low, long groan as she comes hard. Her nails dig deeper into my back and her whole body shimmies with intense release.

  “Let me suck you,” she says to me, once she can speak again. “I want to taste your cock.”

  I get up on one knee beside her and cup the back of her head. While stroking those golden curls, I guide her mouth down my shaft. Her lips are sublime. A hot, snug paradise.

  She gropes my balls while Sloane eats her pussy once more. One finger caresses that flap of skin that resides between my scrotum and asshole. She plucks at it until my cock twitches inside her mouth and a moan rumbles up from my throat. Sh
e grips my ass with her other hand. Nails dig into my cheek when she yanks me closer. Her mouth pumps faster and faster as she slides a finger into my anus and massages my prostate.

  I clench my teeth as fire sparks through my shaft. How badly I want to cum, but not until I’m balls deep inside of her. My scrotum draws up inside of me. It’s heavy with the need for release.

  With fingers and tongue, Sloane makes her orgasm again. She hums around my dick, shaking her head wildly as she climaxes a third time. It’s all I can do not to spill my seed down her throat.

  I pull my cock from her mouth. “No, I want to cum inside of you. Let us fuck you.”

  Sloane gets up from his knees and sits on the other side of Kaley. “Have you ever had two men before?”

  She bites her lip, darts a shy glance between us. It makes me want to throw her down on the couch and fuck her right then. But I hold myself back and wait.

  “No, but it’s kind of a fantasy of mine,” she admits.

  Sloane sweeps a finger along her jaw line. “We’ll be gentle. Careful.” He gets up to go grab condoms and lube, adding as he leaves, “But we will fuck you until you’re so sore you can’t sit.”

  The idea must excite her, because she pulls me close and we kiss as our hands explore each other’s bodies.

  Sloane returns a minute later and Kaley and I break our embrace to reposition ourselves. Sloane sits and gets Kaley to stand with her back to him. He slips on a condom and lubes up his cock. After telling her to spread her cheeks, he lubes up her asshole, turning it into a sensual game. Sloane plays with her pussy, too, and soon she’s moaning and writhing again.

  “All right, baby. Open up for me,” he says as he guides her down onto his thick penis.

  Slowly, he nudges his cock into her tight anus. Her brow crinkles up and she lets out a long, “Ohhhhh.”

  “If it hurts, you just tell me. Okay, sweetheart?”

  She nods. A trickle of sweat falls down her nose. “I will.” Her words are breathless. “Feels good. Pinches a little. But don’t stop.”

  He keeps up with the shallow thrusts, while I work her pussy and get ready to slip inside all that delicious pink.

  “You ready for another?” I ask, gauging that she is by how many fingers I can now slide into her wet, tight cunt.

  “Yes. Fuck me.”

  It’s all the encouragement I need. After rolling a condom on, I guide my dick into her hot pussy. My eyes close as ecstasy envelopes me.

  Like Sloane, I fuck her gentle at first, working her wider with each thrust. She hangs onto me with one hand and wraps the other around Sloane’s neck.

  “Harder,” she cries. “Ohhhh, harder. Fuck the shit out of me.”

  The command stirs the carnal beast in both of us. I put my back into it, pistoning in and out of her stronger, faster. Sloane grunts as his balls slap her ass with a loud thwack. We’re soon bathed in sweat from our effort.

  She reaches down and rubs her clit furiously while we fuck her raw. The sound of our bodies slapping together grows louder, which makes this even hotter. With each stab of my cock, her pussy clamps down around me, drawing me closer to orgasm. Its tightness is mind blowing.

  “Sonofabitch, yessss,” she groans. “Make me come again. Sooo close.”

  “You like this, baby?” Sloane nips her ear after he whispers the words. “Like us fucking you rough?”

  “Yes. The filthier the better.”

  She’s so wet now, our sexes squish with each thrust. Juices trickle from her pussy to her asshole.

  Kaley’s eyes roll back in her head and flutter closed. She screams out our names and thrashes between us, bowled over by orgasm number four. I hold her tight as she gushes juices all over my cock. I wonder if any man has made her ejaculate before. Wetness trickles onto the couch.

  After a few more feral pumps, I cum deep inside of her. Breathless, I pull out and collapse to the floor, waiting for Sloane to finish.

  He fucks her a while longer, rubbing her clit and bringing her to a fifth climax before he cums in her ass. When he pulls out, he hugs her tightly against him, taking Kaley with him as he lies down on the couch. Soon after, I join them.

  My hand closes around her thigh and I stroke the soft, smooth skin. “Spend the night with us.”

  She looks up at me, those golden brown eyes glimmering. “But I have to work tomorrow.”

  “We’ll make sure you’re up in time.” Sloane kisses the top of her head.

  “We want to do so many dirty things to you.”

  Her breath catches in her throat at my words. I can see how much the thought turns her on. “Okay.”

  Sloane gathers her up in his arms and carries her to our bedroom. I follow close behind.

  ***

  Kaley

  “Dinner must’ve been great.” Deb grins at me. “You haven’t wiped that smile off your face all day.”

  Carefully, I sit in my chair across from her at work. A delicious throbbing spreads from my anus to my pussy. They made good on their promise to fuck me until I couldn’t sit straight. The ache brings hot memories of two sexy men having their way with me over and over. I try to focus on the report I have to write, but it’s no use.

  “It was amazing.” I bite my lip, as if to keep in the bliss that’s bubbling over inside of me.

  She rolls her office chair closer. “Did you?”

  I nod. “Oh yeah. And then some.”

  “Oh my god!” she whisper-shouts. “You have to tell me everything after work.”

  “Dinner at Melly’s?”

  “Sounds great. And I want all the tawdry details.”

  After work, we head to our favorite little diner style restaurant so I can dish on my night spent with Sloane and Caleb. When the waitress disappears after taking our orders, Deb prods me for details.

  “Did you get to make that sexy sandwich?”

  “I did.” While glancing toward the kitchen to make sure the waitress isn’t returning yet, I tell her all about what Caleb and Sloane did to me.

  She covers her mouth and her eyes go wide. “So jealous! You have to ask them if they have a couple of hot, single friends looking for a fuck buddy.”

  She makes me snort soda, I laugh so hard. The waitress returns with our food and we contain ourselves until she leaves. Then Deb goes right back to drooling over my story and prodding me to hook her up with some of Caleb and Sloane’s friends.

  “I don’t even know if I’ll be seeing them again.”

  “Oh, what caca.” She slaps my arm. “I told you they were in to you. And apparently they got in to you many times last night.”

  My face flushes red. “We’ll see. Maybe it was just a one time thing. They did make me feel beautiful though.” I lost count of how many times they told me I was hot.

  “Because you are. You’re never allowed to doubt it again. When are you going back to the gym?”

  “Thursday.”

  “I am so coming with you.”

  My smartphone buzzes on the table beside me. I pick it up and find a text from Sloane. Heat blooms down below as I read it. Those sweet memories return once more.

  “What’s it say?” Deb flaps her hand.

  “It’s them.” I feel all squirmy in my seat. “They want to know what I’m doing next weekend.”

  Deb smiles her all knowing smile. “Told you.”

  ***

  Bonus Story: Slave to Her Wicked Desires

  Short & Spicy Reads

  By Anita Lawless

  Rachael knew that not showing up at the club for Eric’s show—the first one with the new line up for his band In My Tomb—was a stupid move so new in this relationship. Had part of her wanted to anger him? Wanted to irk the wrath of her new master to see how far his passion would go in the heat of some simmering hurt? Perhaps she had.

  All Rachael knew for sure was that when she got Eric’s message to meet him at the studio, where he was going over some tracks he and the band had just laid earlier tonight, she’d heard the qui
et outrage in his voice. As she got ready for the rendezvous he demanded, her breasts tingled and her pussy twitched when she thought of the punishment that lay in store for her.

  Smoothing her pale hand over her long, blue-black hair—held back in a tight high ponytail—Rachael blew out a long breath as she opened the door to the mixing room, where Eric had said he’d be waiting.

  The area was shadowed and quiet. Rachael’s wide blue gaze roamed over the few comfy desk chairs, a pair of headphones laying on the mixing board, and the reams of equipment lining the small room. But she saw no sign of Eric.

  A door to her left, that she had not noticed in the gloom, opened, and Eric entered. He was dressed in a tight black T-shirt and black jeans. His long straight hair fell across his pale, sharply chiseled Scandinavian features.

  “Where were you tonight?” His face remained impassive, steely, as the question left his lips.

  Rachael swallowed over the excitement tingling in her throat, tingling all over her skin. “I…” She paused, her fingers moving in a nervous dance at her waist as she fumbled for an excuse for her absence at the concert. “I…forgot. I’m sorry.”

  He walked closer. His thick soled, black boots beat a quiet, measured tempo as he approached. Rachael held her breath when he reached out with a long, well-muscled pale arm and ran his thin fingers down her cheek. “Take your clothes off, now,” he commanded. “You have three minutes.”

  When Eric stepped back, she quickly began to undress. She fumbled with the combination of buckles and zippers on her polyurethane suit that he’d instructed her to wear. Bastard probably wanted her to sweat, and that’s why he’d chosen the particular, complex outfit. Rachael grinned at his clever trick, but she’d be out of the contraption before her time was up.

  Two and a half minutes ticked by and she was still working on the pants. Rachael cursed in the dim light of the mixing room, and Eric surely wouldn’t allow her any extra illumination for the task. When five seconds remained, he strode toward her purposely and yanked the leather pants that clung to her shapely legs the rest of the way down.