by Violet Blue
The room stills. Matt stands facing the mirror, while I sit on the other side, staring back at him, silence hanging between us. I can hear the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. This is it, the end of the line. It’s as far as I should take things. But seeing Matt’s gorgeous body and that huge fucking erection tucked up in his boxers, I’m gripped by a need to see more.
“Take off the boxer shorts,” I command. My voice echoes in the emptiness.
Matt opens his mouth slowly, his eyebrows raised. He tips his head as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. “Ah, c’mon love, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time to stop.”
That arrogant voice. Like he thinks I’m bluffing. Adrenaline pumps in my veins. “I’ll tell you when to stop—I said take off the boxer shorts!” I even shock myself with my forceful insistence.
Matt hesitates, a look of surprise on his face. Then he scoops up his clothes and makes a run for the door.
But I move faster. Leaning over the desk, I flip the door switch. The door in the room opposite locks instantly.
“Hey!” Matt raises his hands in indignation. “You can’t do that!”
“I just did,” I reply. “You’re getting out of here only when I say so,” I murmur, enjoying my newfound power.
Matt wanders back into the room, looking contrite. He knows he’s beaten. The crew will be back soon. He can’t risk being found like this; he’ll never hear the end of it. Following my orders is his only hope of escape. He lowers his clothes back down onto the floor.
“Now, the boxer shorts…” I prompt.
Matt swallows. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he slowly pulls down his boxers.
I bite back a sigh of pleasure at the sight of his huge handsome cock. Jutting out from his thatch of pubic curls, it begs for attention. I find myself caressing the mike as if I’m stroking his dick. My voice drops in pitch as the words seem to come from nowhere. “Now work it,” I order.
Matt starts to look nervous. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that in here!” he protests.
“Fine,” I say, still caressing the mike. “I’ve got all evening.”
Matt swallows slowly. His hands flinch at his sides as if he’s working out his options. Not many.
Seeing him vulnerable and exposed turns me on even more. “Come on,” I purr. My voice is rough with lust; I barely recognize it.
Matt’s cock lengthens at my sultry tone. I smile with delight, while he glares down at his throbbing dick like it’s betraying him.
“I’m waiting…” I murmur.
Matt lowers his head. Slowly, he wraps his right hand around the glistening head of his cock.
Stifling a gasp, I press my hands to the mirror for a closer look. Oh, my god, he’s doing it! He’s actually going to jerk off in the station! Mouth hanging open, I watch mesmerized as he begins to slide his fist up and down his erection in slow lazy strokes.
I reach for the mike. “Not like that,” I chastise.
Matt raises his head, questioningly.
“Do it like you mean it. Like you’re at home, jacking off to some porn.”
Matt glances around nervously. Pursing his lips, he lowers his head and curls his hand more firmly around his cock. I watch, riveted, as he begins to really work his dick, pumping his fist up and down in a regular, intense rhythm.
“That’s more like it,” I murmur. I squirm in my seat as my knickers grow wetter. I’ve never had a guy wank himself off in front of me before. I’m so close I can see the line of sweat on his forehead, hear his muted groans, feel his excitement.
Smell my own.
On the other side of the mirror, Matt’s really getting into it. Lost in his actions, his head is bent, his shoulders hunched as he works his hand brutally over his cock.
A knot of desire tightens in my stomach. Suddenly, it’s no longer enough just to watch. Feeling my own need burning inside, I grope across the desk to switch off the mike. With an impatient shove, I push my chair away from the desk to give myself more room. Hiking my skirt up to my waist, I spread my legs and slide my hand into my knickers. They’re soaking with arousal. Coating my finger with my juice, I begin to stroke my clit, watching through glazed eyes as Matt jerks himself off.
On the other side of the mirror, Matt’s legs tremble and he staggers back against the wall for support, dropping his head and pumping himself faster. His lips part and he lets out an agonized groan.
Seeing him losing control makes me hotter. Excitement burns through me from my clit to the tip of my breasts. Stifling a moan, I spread my legs wider and work a finger into my pussy. With my other hand, I tug open my top to tease out a breast, pinching my nipple between my fingers as I watch him perform.
Through the mirror, Matt’s eyes flicker closed. His thighs tighten as he works himself harder. It looks like he’s close. I rub my finger furiously over my clit, trying to keep pace with him. As I’m pumping myself faster, pleasure builds like a huge wave inside me at his hot, horny show. The only sounds I can hear are my soft moans and the rustle of my hand as it works between my legs.
Suddenly, Matt groans and clutches the wall behind him. I watch transfixed as his body stiffens, his cock quivers and he shoots his load. At that very moment, his eyes flicker open as if timed to precision to meet my watchful gaze with a look so filthy, I can barely continue watching.
He never lost control. He had it all along.
That does it. The searing intent in his eyes sends me over the edge. With a final firm stroke over my clit, I join him. “Oh, god, yes!” I cry, spinning back in the chair as my orgasm rips through me.
Panting, I gaze up at the ceiling and take a few breaths. My heart feels like it’s bursting out of my chest. My body’s tingling; my hair’s all mussed up. I lower my head to see Matt still standing there naked, his hands on his hips, his lips upturned into his trademark smile like nothing has happened. While I’m sitting here at this shabby desk with the knowledge I’ve brought myself off to this jumped-up creep!
“I take it I can go now…?” he asks, with a smirk.
The cheeky bastard.
Hastily tugging my skirt into place, I make a grab for the mike. “Yeah, you can go!” I shout, suddenly ashamed at my own slutty behavior.
Matt grins, leisurely pulling on his boxers, pants and shirt. Swinging his jacket over his shoulder, he strolls to the door. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asks, patting the door.
I shake my head and jab at the button, unlocking the door.
“See you later, babe,” he calls, letting the door swing closed behind him.
Staring into the empty room opposite, I button up my blouse wondering what the hell I’ve just done. As we fucked ourselves on opposite sides of the mirror, Matt did it with my full knowledge while I hid away, keeping my identity secret like a guilty schoolgirl with a pathetic crush. I scoop up my notepad and turn off the lights. Too late to worry now, I need to head up to the party.
Dashing into the locker room, I pull on my dress, tidy my hair and try to establish some decorum—hard when my knickers are still wet from Matt’s show.
Smoothing down my dress, I push open the door and step into the party. It’s already busy. There’s a bar in the corner, fancy lighting and the strains of music playing in the background. I mingle with the officers, smiling and making polite small talk, when all I can think about is this afternoon.
Then I see Matt, standing at the bar and scanning the room like he’s waiting for someone. Dressed down in jeans and a T-shirt, he still looks damn hot. My cheeks flush as I reenact that scene in my head. I duck my head and dip into the room, trying to avoid him.
But I’m too late. He sees me. “Hey, Jess!” he calls.
I turn around, keeping my poise, reminding myself that it wasn’t me who was naked and exposed in the lineup room. This is my chance to wind him up for a change. As casually as I can manage, I stroll up to stand beside him.
“Nice dress,” he says, running his gaze over my body.
/> “Thanks.” He’s not drawing me in that easily. “Did you have a good afternoon?” I ask innocently.
Matt arches a brow. “Yeah. Did you?”
“Not bad.” I try to hide my surprise at his flippant reply.
“It sounded better than that to me,” he murmurs.
I glance around nervously, my heart starting to pound. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No. Sure you don’t,” he soothes. Then he whispers against my ear. “That bit at the end though. When you came.” He lets out a low whistle. “You’re a dark horse aren’t you?”
My mouth falls open. “How the…?”
Matt leans in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “There’s a switch next to the mike,” he says slowly. “I suppose it’s easy to miss.”
Oh, shit! I didn’t switch the mike off properly. He heard everything.
“That doesn’t prove it was me,” I protest.
Matt chuckles softly. “Nah, but only a rookie would forget something like that.”
If there was any doubt left, the hot flush spreading over my face confirms my guilt. I’ve been exposed. That’s it; my reputation’s ruined, my job’s in the pan all because I had to get off! Matt’s wisecracks are the last thing I need. I turn to walk away.
“Hey, wait!” Matt sounds insistent.
I turn to face him.
A dark look of hunger flickers in his eyes. “If it’s any consolation, I thought you were hot.”
I feel the muscles in my sex clench at his gaze. It’s the same filthy look as before.
Matt steps closer, his lips barely an inch from mine. “I’ve not come that hard in years,” he whispers.
A smile tugs at my lips. That’s the closest to a compliment I’ve ever heard him give. Suddenly, I find the right words. “Listen, Matt. About that ‘good fucking’ you said I needed…”
Matt tips his head, looking faintly surprised.
I run my fingers down over his chest. “Meet me in the lineup room in five minutes.”
This time it’s his mouth left hanging open as I push past him to the door.
VEGGING
K. D. Grace
The fact that Todd Sheldon often worked his vegetable garden in nothing but minuscule running shorts definitely got Beth Gray’s attention. From her kitchen window, she watched the interplay of hard muscle and organic greens as he caressed feathery leaves, pushing and parting, grasping the foliage then pulling in loving little tugs until the soft loam yielded up the perfect carrot, deliciously phallic and foppishly plumed in green fronds.
She caught her breath as he ran a fisted hand up and down the length of the shaft, rubbing off the remaining earth, stroking it as she would imagine he might his cock when he was hard and uncomfortable. The thought made the muscles below her belly tight and twitchy.
Todd repeated the act until he had four equally perfect carrots. Somewhere in the midst of watching his harvest, Beth’s fingers slipped under her skirt, into her pout. She wondered what a carrot would feel like down there filling her warm, wet hole with veggie goodness.
The next evening she put on her sexiest sundress, took a nice bottle of Chilean merlot, and went to meet him. She’d moved into the house almost three weeks ago, and if she waited much longer, he might think her unneighborly.
There was no fence between their backyards. The real estate agent said neither Todd nor his previous neighbor liked obstructed views. After what Beth had seen with the carrots, she was inclined to agree. She walked across her yard and knocked on his back door.
There was no answer.
His car was in the driveway. She listened for the shower running or the TV blaring, but the house was dark and silent. She knocked once more and glanced around the vegetable garden, green and rank, smelling of heavy, hot summer. Her pussy twitched as her gaze came to rest on the row of carrots. Without taking her eyes off the magnificent foliage, she sat the bottle of wine down by the door, kicked off her sandals, and stepped barefooted into the crumbly warm soil.
Straddling the carrot row was an act that in itself seemed yummy and naughty, and squatting to caress the soft feathery leaves, even more so. Beth was surprised at the pungent scent released by her stroking, amazed that so much was hidden in the hole beneath that luscious foliage.
She could have sworn she felt a deep rhythmic thrumming pushing up through her feet all the way to her cunt. She could almost imagine the carrots straining beneath the ground in an effort to pull free, in an effort to get into her hand, into her mouth, into her pussy.
After a quick glance at Todd’s back door for reassurance, she ran trembling fingers down the foliage as she had seen him do then tugged. Her heart hammered in her chest, her nipples drilled almost painfully into her sundress.
Nothing happened.
But she wasn’t one to give up easily. She widened her stance, curled her toes hard into the ground and eased her hand down to where she could just see the intimation of orange mounding beneath the soil. Then she pulled, slowly, firmly, not wanting to tear the delicate foliage. Her efforts resulted in an olfactory banquet as the pungent smell of carrot leaves flooded her nostrils and the back of her throat, blending with the rising tide scent of her growing arousal.
Grudgingly the earth around the carrot gave. She could feel the yielding deep into the ground. When at last the carrot was free, she understood why. The veg she had chosen was obscenely huge, not pointed at the end, as Todd’s had been, but comfortably rounded, a sight that made her pussy feel fat, swollen, hungry.
The carrot was conveniently free of dirt, almost as clean as the ones she purchased at the supermarket. She ran her hand along the length of it, wondering how the size of it compared to the man who had planted it as a tiny seed and lovingly tended it as it grew in his image. Was that it? She looked around at the rest of the garden. Even larger than the carrot were dozens of zucchinis peeking from under huge fan-shaped leaves amid pouting yellow blossoms. There were long, ridged cucumbers handing heavily from straining foliage that trailed off makeshift trellises. Todd’s was a regular garden of phalluses varying in size and shape, and she had the overwhelming urge to try them all.
She planned to start with a lavishly plumed, delectably erect carrot. Brazenly she undid the buttons of the sundress to reveal the deep cleavage between breasts that fit a little too snuggly into the cupping bodice, breasts mounded high with just enough space to slide the carrot into the tight valley between. The pungent leaves tickled her nose as she wriggled and adjusted herself to the warm, slightly rough skin of the veg rubbing up and down, dispersing the droplets of perspiration now beading between her tits from the summer heat. Her nipples were achy and engorged against the heavy stippling of her areolas. She fantasized that it was Todd’s cock between her breasts. One hand caressed and maneuvered the veg while she squatted deeper, pausing to yank the crotch of her panties aside. Her pussy tensed against the ticklish foliage over which she spread her juices with each shifting and grinding of her hips.
The world was hot, as though the sun were baking her from the inside out, as though the fondling of the veg had set off a chain reaction at her center. She pulled the carrot from between her breasts, glistening with her sweat, then wriggled and cupped herself free of the dress, running the foliage over her distended nipples, watching them stiffen even further with the tactile stimulation.
She thought about nearly naked Todd caressing his carrots. She wondered if he had been hard. She wondered if he resembled her carrot, or perhaps the zucchini straining toward her, growing from the plant like an anxious erection ready for penetration.
Impetuously, she ran her tongue along the underside of the carrot, tasting her sweat mixed with faint intimations of earth and the promise of fresh, slightly metallic veg. She swirled her tongue over the rounded tip fellating it as though it were Todd’s cock, thick and ready to fill her pussy.
With saliva dripping down her chin from her efforts to deep-throat the carrot, she parted her cunt li
ps and thrust the veggie erection home, whimpering her pleasure, well anticipated, as her cunt grasped the shaft like a hungry infant at the breast.
One hand thrust the carrot in and out of her tight grip, the foliage slap-slapping the insides of her thighs with each thrust, while the other tweaked her clit until it felt bigger and harder than the stones lining Todd’s outrageous, erotic garden.
If he had returned, she would never have noticed. If the entire five o’clock news team had shown up with cameras and sound crew, she wouldn’t have noticed. Her whole world had shrunk to her pussy and what the amazing plumed carrot was doing to it. Amid the straining and the tweaking, she held her breath, held everything tightly stretched in anticipation, oh, so close, so ready, until at last the explosion rolled over her in waves, and she cried out and growled like an animal, losing her balance and falling backward on her ass in the middle of the carrot row.
With her pussy still thrumming from the aftershocks, she made an effort to clear away the evidence of her intrusion, feeling both naughty and slightly guilty, which made her feel even more naughty. The footprints she could wipe out easily enough, but the bent and broken foliage of the carrots where she had fallen, she could only hope Todd would blame on overzealous rabbits.
When she had done all she could, still clutching the pussy-flavored carrot tightly in her hand, she fled back to her house, to her bed where she made love to the veg of her choice twice more before collapsing into blissful, exhausted sleep.
She awoke in the early morning hours, the carrot still frond-deep in her cunt. As she wriggled around its delicious probing, she felt a twinge of guilt, and knew exactly what she needed to do to assuage it.
She slipped the carrot from her pussy, and the room was awash in the scent of sex and the veg that had pleasured her. She padded downstairs naked and lit the oven. In no time she hummed happily while mixing the ingredients—eggs, flour, lots of butter, cinnamon and sugar. When everything else was ready, she sat on the kitchen stool kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples with flour-dusted hands until the stool was slick beneath her pout. Then she took the carrot, gave it a quick but thorough deep-throating, and thrust it into her wet cunt. Rocking and grunting and thinking of Todd, she enjoyed one last mind-blowing come before adding the final ingredient to the batter.