Hot, Quick & Dirty: 12 Steamy Short Stories

by Cleveland, Eddie

  I now stood in the bedroom of Laurel’s new apartment, eyeing my lingerie in the mirror. My tits looked like they were going to burst out of my expensive, Italian-made bra. I’d spent the same amount on nice jeans as I dropped on this lacey bra, but the price tag didn’t really bother me too much since I knew I would be showing it off later that night. My silky stockings were perfectly clipped to my garter belt, making it look like I was wearing a very naughty miniskirt. I could see my smooth, freshly waxed labia and large ass, perfectly peeping out from under the black lace.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to wear any panties, Dee? It’s not like they’re hard to slip off once you get backstage. I mean, what if your skirt blows up or something?”

  “That’s part of the excitement. Will you stop worrying and help me pick out something?”

  I was still arching my hips to accentuate my bubble butt so I could admire the round curve in the full-length mirror. “You wear what you want under your dress. Don’t worry about me.”

  Laurel shrugged and pulled a sheer, peach babydoll from her closet and handed it to me. “This is the one,” she insisted. “You’ll practically look naked, and no one can compete with that,” she added, running her eyes down my half naked body.

  I smiled knowingly at her. I’d seen that hungry look in her eyes before. Ever since the night we reunited we had delved into more than a few intimate evenings of shamelessly devouring each other’s pussies.

  “Save it for the party. We don’t want to mess up our hair...”

  Laurel bit her crimson lip and slowly nodded in agreement, never taking her eyes off my body. I plucked the dress from her hand and slipped it on. She was right. The color was almost a perfect match for my skin and the thin fabric clung to every inch of me.

  “Wow, Dee, you’re fucking hot. Are you sure we can’t take a little time to...?” She pulled me toward her, cupping my cheek in her hand.

  My pussy got wet and clenched as I breathed in her natural perfume. “I guess it doesn’t matter if we show up a little late,” I mumbled, slowly kissing the nape of her neck, pushing her long blond hair to the side, leaving a trail of shimmering pink lipstick as I nibbled on her earlobe.

  Laurel moaned softly as she gently pushed me back against the wall and slid down onto her knees in front of me.

  “You were right about the panties,” she teased as she seductively pulled the hem of my dress up and tucked it into my garter.

  I opened my legs, eagerly anticipating her touch, and she wasted no time, sliding her tongue slowly across my lips. I leaned back into the wall and closed my eyes, savoring the shivers of pleasure running through my body.

  Laurel paused for a moment, peering up at me with her large green eyes, which looked even sultrier with her smoky eyeshadow. “I love how you taste,” she purred.

  Without hesitation she probed my entrance with her skillful tongue and quickly began suckling my swollen clit. My pulse quickened. I groaned loudly, unable to contain myself as she lapped me up. Laurel buried her slender fingers in my soaking folds and became slick with my juices as I bucked up and down in rhythm with her soft hand.

  I watched her face immersed between my thighs just as she caressed her finger across my tight anus. She gently pulled my clit into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it. My body exploded with white lightning and I furiously rode her hand like I was breaking in a wild stallion.

  I pushed her head to the side as I felt the aftershocks slowly subside, my thighs still quivering from the force of my orgasm. Breathing in deeply, I realized I had been holding my breath and felt a head rush as my heart rate returned to normal.

  Laurel stood up and pulled my dress back down, her green eyes smiling. “See, I didn’t even fuck up your hair.”

  “Now it’s my turn,” I panted, eager to taste her sweet dew. I had quickly recovered and was ready to keep going.

  “Not now. Let’s save our energy for the after-party.”

  The party! The concert! I snapped out of my haze of passion and remembered we had to get going. I was going to fuck at least one rock star tonight, but not if we didn’t get our asses in gear. I pushed down my desire as we touched up our smeared lipstick. I brushed my long brown waves back into place and we rushed out.

  Chapter 2

  I couldn’t believe how many people were crowded into the stadium. We showed up just as the opening band was finishing their set.

  “I love these passes!” I pointed at the VIP All Access Pass bouncing off my full breasts.

  We were swiftly escorted to the front of the massive crowd to the edge of the stage.

  “I hope those guys are at the after-party.”

  Laurel was eyeing each member of the five-man band, sizing them up. “I’ve got dibs on the bassist.” She laughed.

  I watched the guy she had zeroed in on and wasn’t surprised to see he looked like a Swedish model. It was hard to tell his height when he was standing on a stage over my head, but it wasn’t difficult to see he had an athletic body resembling an Olympic swimmer that his skintight baby blue T-shirt clung to. Every time he twisted his trim torso his shirt looked like it might shred off of his sexy stomach.

  “Why am I not surprised? You must have some kind of Viking fetish or something.”

  I could see my taunting was falling on deaf ears as Laurel watched him, mesmerized. I thought the drummer was kinda cute, but the lead singer was more my type—tall, dark, and six-pack. The opening group cleared out and the John Ryans Band came on the stage. The crowd behind us surged forward, engulfing us in their wake.

  John Ryans appeared wiry in his tight black shirt and dark skinny jeans, neither leaving any of his firm muscles to the imagination. I slowly let my eyes devour his build, from his feet to the significant bulge in his pants, before I realized he was watching me. He looked directly at me with his dark eyes, giving me a cocksure smile before nonchalantly looking out at his thousands of salivating female fans. He glanced back down at me and gave a quick wink and started playing the first song.

  Thirty minutes went by and my cranky feet made me regret wearing my nude-colored stilettos. I knew there was no way I was going to make it through the entire show like this as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other in an attempt to give them a break. The crowd was like a wall behind me and Laurel didn’t even notice when I tried to loudly ask her what I should do about my sore feet.

  As I was standing perched like a crane on one sore foot while I wildly tried to shake the pain free from the other, the band launched into their most popular song and the people behind us unexpectedly surged forward like a crushing tidal wave. I tumbled onto my hands and knees, the edge of my short dress flopping up, exposing my supple cheeks. Panic shot through my chest, not because of my exposed body, but at the thought of being trampled. The obliviously chanting crowd closed around me, muffling my cries for help.

  I struggled to get up, but the people surrounding me were preoccupied by the lights, and the blaring music from the stage made it impossible to get my feet under. The group swayed and jumped around me, ignorant to my crumpled body. Terror rose through me as the thought occurred to me that I would never find my footing and be crushed by the mass of people. I was blindly pawing at legs around me in a desperate attempt to pull myself up when strong hands on my hips effortlessly drew me back up to my feet.

  I tried to turn around to thank my rescuer, but he pulled me tightly against his torso, so I was unable to look behind me and see who had come to my aid. I was deeply shaken up by the now wild mob ebbing and flowing in unison with the music around me. It actually felt nice to be held so close and securely, like a safe space in a reckless storm, so my body melted back against his hard chest as his arms tightened around me, the previous panic soothed away in the stranger’s arms.

  As he drew me in closer, I was surprised to feel his large, hard erection massaging my ass. It excited me that I had so obviously turned him on. I ground back against him, pushing my cheeks back like a stripper on a pole. My
breath caught in my throat as I felt him undo his pants, still holding me pinned to him. My mound quivered as I gyrated my hips in anticipation.

  Determined to tempt him further, I fumbled to slide my hand back between us so I could tease his rock-hard girth. He guided my hand over his iron rod and my pussy clenched as my clit engorged. I wanted to straddle his steely dick! All I could hear was the roar of the music and the rush of the crowd around me as he hastily pulled up the back of my dress, and I rubbed my wet pussy up and down his throbbing cock.

  I self-consciously glanced around me, aware that I was exposed in the crowd, titillated by the recklessness, but no one noticed. Everyone was completely immersed in watching the stage, singing along loudly with the band. I felt the warm rush of heat between my thighs when his rigid dick pushed up against my ass. I moaned and pushed back against his large frame with urgency. He easily lifted me up by the hips and my wet pussy slid down over his rock-hard erection.

  My soft curves pressed into his unyielding frame as he continued to hold me against him with one thick arm across my breasts and the other cinching me around the waist. I sloppily attempted to writhe my hips up and down his shaft, but he pulled me in closer so I couldn’t buck and flail around. His cock lunged into me as he powerfully pulled me down, pushing himself up deep into my core, all the way down to the hilt. The stranger slowly began pumping into me while he let his hand around my waist slide up the front of my skirt, opening my lips and quickly finding my aching clit.

  I was lost in a sea of people and yet felt completely invisible to any of them as the stranger thrust into me harder and faster, his finger pressed against my bud, rubbing it in small, tantalizing circles. I couldn’t tell if I was more frightened or excited by the idea that at any time someone would turn and notice, but if anyone did, I didn’t see them.

  The crowd seemed to pulse around us in unison with my pussy pulsing around his hefty member. Waves of electric pleasure were building upon each other, my loud moans muffled by the thunderous noise of the crowd cheering and screaming to the music. My muscles inside clenched tightly around his dick as his movements became jagged and irregular. He pulled me down deep onto his cock and I came hard as the stranger’s seed filled me up.

  Limp and light-headed, I took a moment to get my bearings, afraid of falling over again in my dizzy state. I had been pulled back a bit farther into the crowd than I had realized and couldn’t see Laurel anywhere. I frantically searched through the unfamiliar faces to find hers, but my anxiety drained away when I recognized her standing about fifteen feet away.

  I still hadn’t even caught a glimpse of my secret concert stranger, I realized, swiftly spinning around to face the man who had saved me from being stomped obliviously by the crowd he ravished me in. Behind me stood a group of women who were obsessively taking pictures of the stage with their phones as they screamed the words of the song playing. There was a group of teenagers to my left, the women behind me, and a couple in their forties flanking my other side. My mystery man was nowhere to be found.

  I weaved through the people back by Laurel’s side. She hadn’t seemed to notice my absence in the slightest. I was still preoccupied with scanning the crowd around me for the familiar large frame that had just held me close.

  When the concert ended Laurel turned to me with a smile. “Now it’s time for the main course!”

  “More like dessert.”

  “Huh?”

  “Never mind.”

  I would give her the play-by-play later. I had given up on searching for a man who clearly didn’t want to be found. Laurel and I giggled like a couple of school girls as we made our way backstage for the second act.

  Chapter 3

  We were squished shoulder to shoulder with a swath of other girls, all eagerly waiting for the gigantic bodyguard to let us in the door. He stood there with his eyes sternly fixed straight ahead of him, his hulking arms crossed over his broad, stout chest.

  Laurel and I were packed in with twenty or so women who were busy pushing their tits up in their dresses and touching up their makeup. It remained obvious but unspoken that we were all in competition with each other for the attention of John Ryans. Or more specifically of John Ryans’ cock.

  I assessed my sexy rivals. Some of these women were really fucking hot! The group ranged from twenty-year-olds in booty shorts and hipster glasses to women over forty with smoking bodies barely covered by spandex dresses. But Laurel was right about the dress I was wearing. I felt like even amongst this crowd of sultry vixens I still stood out. Besides, I must have been doing something right after the night I had been having!

  The beefcake at the door got a call over his headset and finally moved.

  “Back it up, ladies, no trampling each other!” He pulled the door open and held it for the barrage of clip-clopping heels jetting past him.

  Laurel and I strode into the room with our heads held high, our backs straight, and our tits pushed out. I quickly appraised our surroundings, being careful not to look at John Ryans. In my experience men are always more interested in the women they have to work for rather than the ones who throw themselves at their feet.

  There was a long table along the back wall of the large room covered in every type of liquor bottle I’d ever seen. The plush, overstuffed chairs seemed out of place pushed up against the dingy walls, which were covered in graffiti and handwritten song lyrics. In fact, if you took all the furnishings out of the room, it would resemble a dank basement more than a VIP function, but it had been dressed up with high-end rugs, sofas, and chairs.

  The boys from the band were lounging on the sofa, slowly savoring their drinks and smoking while John Ryans sat in one of the high-backed chairs nearby. All the women had swarmed him, each of them clamoring for his attention like a group of children desperately fighting to be the first to sit on the mall Santa’s knee.

  I glanced at Laurel then nodded my head at the needy women.

  “Fuck that, let’s go get a drink.”

  We sauntered arm in arm over to the table of booze. Laurel immediately poured herself some Dom Pérignon, being the classy bitch she is. I, on the other hand, took a while to figure out what to fix myself but finally decided to make a scotch, neat. It was easily the smoothest scotch I’d ever tasted, not that I had barrels of the stuff aging in my basement or anything.

  “You have to try this.” I pushed my glass under her nose, but she wasn’t interested. Her eyes were focused on John Ryans, like a hawk circling in on its prey.

  “Oh, I will.”

  I knew she had concocted some sort of scheme as she wordlessly tugged my arm to follow her over by the couch littered with band members. She pushed down on my shoulders, sitting me on the arm of the couch closest to John. Gently, she tugged my hair, pulling my head back, slowly drawing an invisible line down my neck with a featherlight touch. Delicately trailing her fingers over my shoulder and down the length of my arm, she abruptly plucked the glass of scotch from my hand.

  I could feel the eyes in the room upon us as the air crackled with tension. If there was one thing Laurel was an expert at, it was theatrics.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I complied, opening my jaw wide. With deliberate precision, Laurel poured a mouthful of scotch past my lips and over my tongue, denying me the opportunity to swallow as she leaned over me and passionately kissed me. The warm liquor coated our tongues as they entangled each other. I kissed her back with abandon, happy to share the spotlight with her. I slid my fingers up the inside of her thigh, quickly pushing her wet panties aside, plunging them inside her tight pussy.

  I noticed we had broken the seal on Pandora’s Box as many of the women were now kissing each other. One of more curvaceous women wearing a ’50s style pencil skirt was licking the small, exposed breasts of one of the hipster girls.

  Some of the men were starting to get involved, like the raven-haired drummer who had two women, each straddling one of his knees, while they made out with each other over his growin
g erection.

  Other members of the band were happy to sit back and watch, still slowly sipping their drinks, like this display was as uneventful as a commercial playing in the background on the television. Clearly, those guys were going to need more than a few chicks making out with each other to make it worth their while.

  I turned my attention back to Laurel as John Ryans walked up behind her, twisting her hips back against his ropy frame. He lifted the bottom of her dress up around her waist, exposing her soaking white thong to me. Roughly jerking her by a fistful of her hair, he pulled Laurel’s head back against the side of his neck as she moaned in appreciation.

  “Eat her out,” John gruffly commanded and I was only too happy to obey.

  I slid off the arm of the couch, tugging her panties down just above her knees as I slithered down onto mine in front of her. I immediately complied with his demand, plundering her swollen, juicy lips with my tongue. I knew Laurel was turned on by all the attention but hadn’t realized just how much she was enjoying it until I could taste her sweet juices gush over my mouth and chin. I watched John undoing her dress and yanking it up over her head, quickly releasing her plump breasts from her lacey bra and tossing it to the floor.

  He grabbed her ample tits in his hands and looked directly into my eyes as I continued to lick Laurel’s clit, lunging my fingers into her as far as I could reach. John rolled Laurel’s nipple between his finger and thumb and sharply pinched down. Laurel yelped in what sounded like equal parts pain and pleasure as John soothingly caressing her taught bud. Her tensed muscles began to relax under his touch, when he clamped down hard on her nipple. This time she moaned loudly and her pussy tightened and quivered around my fingers.

  Without warning, John reached around Laurel’s waist and forcefully shoved my head deeper between her legs so the entire lower half of my face was completely buried in her mound. My moan was muffled against Laurel’s tender bud and I could tell the hum of my lips against her was pushing her over the edge. I began sucking on her clit, thrusting my slick fingers fast in and out of her wet slit. Her muscles inside contracted as she let out a savage howl and bucked relentlessly against my mouth, then she bore down hard around my fingers as she loudly came.