STRANGE LUST
Scott Carpenter
Warning:
The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. “STRANGE LUST” has been rated NC-17, erotic, by two individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view the ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…
The Cabin
The sun, burning into the desert, glowed orange on the clouds. The open-topped Jeep raced across the sand toward their rented cabin. This was their sanctum of desire, the one place where phone calls, interruptions, and life’s turbulence couldn’t bother them.
Even at dawn, the desert heat was intense. Stephanie, Stevie to her friends, arched back and let the rushing wind blast against her flesh. Overcome with the fever of her anticipation she pulled her skirt up, leaned back, and let the dry wind search out the moistness within her.
Don swerved on the road when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and he could see the smooth hair on her pubis blowing in the racing wind. Even her pussy seemed to open to its force. She licked her fingertip, wetting it with her tongue, as she closed her eyes and envisioned sliding something else into her mouth. The way she slid the tip of her finger along the edge of her mouth and let her tongue wet it made Don adjust his suddenly tight pants.
He tried to keep his attention on the road but was distracted when she undid the top few buttons of her blouse, letting the bursts of wind flutter the fabric against her breasts. The wind stroked the lapels of her blouse against her chest. Don’s hands were jealous. He reached over and slid his hand inside her blouse to grasp her breast and felt it gently mold to his hand. The hardened nipple poked between his fingers and she moaned as he squeezed the tip.
Stevie clasped his hand, extended his middle finger, and slid it between her red lipstick-covered lips. She sucked on it’s length as her other hand encompassed her labial lips. Her eyes rolled back as she guided his hand down to the juncture of her thighs. She put her foot on the dashboard and leaned back, closing her eyes. Then she raised her arms above her head to pull her hair from its barrette.
Don was trying hard to watch the road, but the wetness on his hand aroused him incredibly. Her hips rose and fell to his probing finger, and the muscles of her legs tightened as if they were making love. She was about to climax when Don lost control of his desires. The car skidded to a stop on the shoulder of the highway.
Stevie, shocked, opened her eyes and glared at him. Don fumbled with his pants. Stevie’s hands touched his and steadied them as she undid his pants and pulled them down. She could see how excited he was and her own desires were on the edge of release. She shuffled around the stick shift then rose above him. She grabbed the Jeep’s roll bar with one hand and grasped the seat adjustment to lower him backwards. As he leaned back, the fullness of her pussy slid down the length of his shaft. They were oblivious to the few passing cars, completely engrossed in the beauty and heat of their sex.
Her blouse opened to the breeze, and Don’s hands reached up to finish unbuttoning her shirt and fondle her breasts. Her breasts were full and tingling from his small tugs and groping as she tightened her vaginal walls around his throbbing cock. Stevie was aroused. She shook as she forced Don deeper into her, hammering forcefully against him, needing him deeper inside. She grabbed the roll bar and leaned back, feeling his hard-on strain from the tension of the grind. When she leaned forward, her breasts swayed before his mouth and Don kissed them. She touched his face with her hands then whimpered and grabbed his shoulders. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. Trying to squeeze him inside of her as she rose made her juice flow down between his legs. He bucked trying to remain in her grip. Stevie looked up and took a handful of his shirt in her hand as she pulled away from his chest. As a burst of air from a passing truck rushed over her, she cried out and came from the feeling of total abandon. Don lay there, still pulsing from his own orgasm.
Stevie giggled and opened her eyes. The first think she saw was flashing lights. Then she focused on a figure walking towards her. The policeman was adjusting his belt and whistling as he strolled towards the Jeep. As Stevie buttoned her shirt up, she smiled and slid over to her seat. Don lay there smiling with his dick lying against his leg and a glimmering stream of fluid across his thigh.
“Uh, sir, could you please put that away?” the policeman sternly said, obviously holding back his laughter. “Some may consider that a weapon.”
“Sorry officer,” Don said, trying to fix himself.
“A few motorists called in complaining, but I’ve been here for 5 minutes and didn’t see anything to complain about. In fact, I filmed the whole thing and was going to bring it to show the wife tonight on our vacation at the cabin. I’ll just give you a warning for indecent exposure and ask you to get a hotel room. And miss, I shouldn’t say this, but, you are beautiful during sex!” He gave Don the ticket and walked back to his car, adjusting his gun belt. Then he drove off.
The rest of the drive was relaxing. The sunset was beautiful. It seemed to set on the desert floor and melt into the sand. Stevie saw the cabin they’d rented behind a few trees, and the lights from the other tourists’ cabins glowed in the evening darkness.
After unpacking and cleaning up the furnished cabin, Don lit a fire. The warmth made him feel at home. He poured drinks for them both and sat down on the couch to watch the flickering flames. Stevie came back from the bathroom wearing one of his shirts buttoned halfway up and put on some music. The slow groove of Alicia Keys echoed through the cabin and they finally relaxed.
“Dance with me?” she asked.
Don got up and stared at her. She was beautiful. Her hair was combed out straight, and the large shirt hid the curves of her body. Her almond-colored skin glistened lightly from sweat. As they danced, his hands searched, following the fabric of her shirt down to her ass and discovered she had nothing on underneath. He pulled her against him. Their mouths met and they kissed deeply.
Stevie undid his shirt as they danced. Don repaid the favor by unbuttoning hers too. Their chests pressed together and the heat from their flesh seemed to burn as they swayed together. Don kissed her again. Her hand found its way to his pants and she slid it inside of the zipper flap to grasp him firmly in her hand. Her mouth opened and she buried it in his chest, licking the space between his tensing pectorals. Then she rested her head against Don’s chest, and the thump of his heart was the rhythm of her dance. She didn’t want to let go of his growing cock, but she also wanted to have it somewhere else.
The smooth stroking of her hand excited Don to a fever. Her long fingernails found the soft skin of his testicles and she toyed with them in her hand, giggling. Don closed his eyes and cupped her ass in his hands, feeling the muscles clench tight as his fingers traced the grooves and curves. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His finger found the hot, wet flesh of her pussy. Stevie was on fire and kissed Don again, deeply exploring his mouth. He moved across the room and leaned her against the cabin’s center post near the raging fire.
Don lowered her back down to the floor and held her naked flesh to his. She turned around to face the post and rubbed her ass against his groin, leaning forward to push it harder against him.
“You’re teasing me again, and that’s not fair!” Don said.
“Awwwwww, poor baby,” she laughed. “What are you going to do about it?”
Don reached over to the end table and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. He moved his hands up the length of her body, pulling her hands up around the post and locking them together. Stevie winced as he tightened the cuffs on her wrists but was incredibly aroused by Don’s dominance. Her own helplessness was an aphrodisiac.
Don had an empowered moment, and he reached over to grab his drink and stood staring at his sex slave. The ice danced in his Bacardi and Coke and a wicked thought occurred to him. He took a piece of ice in his mouth, stepped behind her and pulled the shirt up. He dipped his fingers into his drink caressed her back with his wet fingertips. Leaning forward, he began to kiss her back. As he did, he poked the ice cube out between his lips and drew it along her spine, making her jolt and laugh. Don smacked her on the ass, knowing she was his toy to play with. He laughed as he chewed the ice, and Stevie asked him to release her.
Ignoring her request, he took a long slender piece of ice from his glass and knelt behind her to draw his initials on her ass. While there, he saw a glimmer on her thigh. He brushed it with his finger, brought it to his mouth, and tasted her desire. He put another piece of ice in his mouth and brushed it along the flesh of her ass, causing Stevie to moan. The small trace of her pubic hair was the treasure he wanted and the ice cube was the key.
Her knees bent and she almost lost her balance when Don grabbed her feet and forced them wider. His nose smelt the fragrance of her pussy. The fullness of the engorged labia made them purse out as if begging for a kiss. Stevie’s moaning and straining from the confinement of her hands made it obvious this was driving her crazy. With his face buried in her backside, his mouth reached her pussy and he pushed the slender ice cube between Stevie’s pussy lips. The ice seemed to melt as it touched the deep fire within her inner soul. As he did it, she bent her body even further, making her sanctuary more accessible to his exploring. His mouth found its way and he licked the length of it, making her ache for him.
Stevie was frantically trying to free her hands, causing red bruising from the cuffs on her wrists; they were dangerously close to bleeding. Don’s hands grasped her ass hard as he continued his journey between her thighs and began licking deeper into her. Her moans urged him on.
He stood up behind Stevie and rested one hand on her butt, playfully slapping it. He undid his pants and pulled them off with his underwear. She looked back but couldn’t see him. Her body was leaning over and she looked down the length of her frame, beyond her dangling breasts and between her legs, and saw him stepping up behind her. He was stiff.
Don grabbed his dick, laid it on the cheeks of her ass, and slowly dragged it along the crease. Stevie’s knees buckled and she shook her ass, trying to make him stop.
“Damn it, stop doing that. I want you,” she demanded.
“Oh, is that so?” Don teased. “Tell me what you want.”
“To be blunt, I want you to fuck me, you idiot.”
Looking down again she saw Don bend his knees and position his hard cock against her pussy. The tip was seeping a little fluid. Stevie pushed her ass out trying to get it angled right to enter her. Her eyes gleamed and her insides warmed as she saw and felt him disappear into her. His hands grasped her hips, and he pushed hard against them while pulling her torso toward him. He stopped when he was fully inside her pussy. The heated, slippery flesh made him breathe deeply. He felt a loosening as he slowly began to stroke within her.
Stevie raised one leg up and felt the friction of his cock rub against the base of her clit. Oh, how she wanted to use her hands, but her confinement was her aphrodisiac. The cuffs seemed to cut deeper as Don drove harder and deeper into her. The slapping sound of her ass hitting his abdomen echoed through the cabin. Again and again he plunged himself into her, digging his fingers into her flesh as he groped at her. Utterly blissful, she didn’t notice when her wrists started to bleed.
He reached for her back and forced her to lean farther over and then he thrust into her with such desperate fury that his breath quivered and quickened. Don’s body was dripping with sweat from the raging fire in the cabin and the raging fire in his body. Stevie’s body was tensing as she grabbed the center post and started to convulse.
“Oh, fuck! I’m cumming! Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
It was too much for him to take. He felt himself erupt inside of her. Stevie came as Don thrust into her harder and harder again. As he flooded Stevie with his juices, his head felt as burning hot as if he were on fire.
In fact, he was on fire.
An ember from the fire had popped out and flew onto the carpet. And as it burned, another one had popped onto Don’s hair and was starting to flame. Just then the door burst open. Something wet doused Don’s head and more doused the burning carpet.
Dumbfounded, Don stood there. Dangling, naked, and wet, Stevie was helplessly handcuffed to the center post. The man laughed and his wife looked understandably shocked.
“Isn’t that the woman from the movie you showed me?” the woman asked.
“Boy, I tell ya, you two just can’t stay out of trouble. First on the highway in broad daylight, now in my cabin while starting a fire. What do you do for an encore?”
Turns out it was the same policeman who’d ticketed them on the highway. He’d come to the cabin with his wife for the weekend, but a reservation error had already put Stevie and Don there.
The Work Party (Peter and Susan Part 1)
The annual Christmas party was this evening, and Peter decided to dress up real nice to see if he could make a positive impression on the higher-ups. When he arrived, the room was full of co-workers and upper management mingling. A few couples were dancing. He stepped up to the bar and ordered a Bacardi 151 and Coke to wet his whistle and help him relax. After five drinks and some terrible hors d’oeuvres, he sat alone in the corner, buzzed.
“Are you having a good time?” said a lovely voice behind him.
Susan walked up next to Peter smiled down at him. She looked stunning in a short, fitted, black crepe, column gown that accentuated her petite frame. The lace back showed her slightly tanned skin.
“I hate these parties. Everyone is always so interested in kissing ass that they don’t have any fun,” Susan said as she walked up next to Peter.
Peter laughed and noticed a pleasant fragrance. As he breathed in, he remembered it. “You still wear that same perfume, don’t you?” Peter said.
Susan smiled and hid her face with her hand, a little embarrassed. “Yes it is. I didn’t think you’d remember.”
Peter sat there next to her, watching the people as they talked and danced. He looked over at Susan, looked at the shape of her body and the curves of her features, the sloping shape of the neck. She stood tall and pulled her shoulders back, making her chest stand out proudly, like a woman with confidence. Peter was gazing so intently at her that Susan could feel his eyes. Her scent and appearance caused him to reach out to touch her. The moment he touched her side, she quivered. Peter was enthralled by the way his touch affected her, so he continued. He slowly stroked her side and then moved his hand down to her ass. She moaned quietly.
The darkness created by the dim lights made their corner almost invisible to the others. Peter looked at the front of her dress and could see her nipples harden and poke out through the fabric. As he ran his left hand down the back of her leg, he felt heat and a slight wetness. Damn, she was on fire!
Susan moved her right leg forward a little and opened her legs ever so slightly. With this clue Peter slid his hand up under the back of her dress to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He slipped his fingers around her thigh and moved his hand against her wet, hot labia. The juice almost ran down his hand as he moved it back and forth. He dragged his thumb along the back of her thigh where her ass joined her leg. Her incredibly firm ass tightened when he touched it and her legs went weak. She dropped her purse and reached down to hold his shoulder when he inserted his index finger into her wanton pussy. He rotated his wrist and cupped her entire swelling pubis in his hand. Then he slid his finger deeper into her, grabbing her crotch harder in his hand. His hand was almost overcome by the flow of her juices. Peter pulled his hand away and put it to his mouth to suck each finger one by one.
Susan bent down to pick up her purse and gave him a full shot of her ass and hot, sh
aved muff. She grabbed his knee and slid her hand up to his crotch as she slowly stood up. Holding tight to his rock hard manhood, she leaned over to say, “Let’s get out of here,” into his ear. She bit the bottom of his lobe and ran her tongue along it. His slacks couldn’t conceal his erection so he took off his jacket and held it in front of him.
They left the party separately so it wouldn’t be obvious that they were leaving together. Peter looked into the lobby outside the restaurant to see Susan in front of the elevator. The bell rang and he jogged up to catch the elevator with her. He laughed when he got there, and she turned and looked at him with a nasty grin and suggestive laugh.
Once inside, she pushed the button to close the door and he stood behind her. Susan stepped back and pressed against him. She ran her hands up the front of his legs and to his crotch. Peter moaned softly and unzipped his pants. She moved her hand into them and grasped his growing hardness. Susan slowly stroked it up and down, feeling it swell in her hand.
Ding! The bell rang and a couple stepped into the elevator.
“Hello, are you from the party in the restaurant on the roof?” the man asked.
“Why yes, we were just leaving.” Susan said.
His jacket concealed her hand so she kept stroking him. This was really arousing and hot. Peter was having a harder time handling his expression. He just smiled at the couple as the elevator stopped at their floor and they got out.
When the door closed Susan turned around, pushed his pants down, and dropped to her knees. She could tell by the twitching of his penis that he was extremely aroused. She licked the soft skin at the bottom of his penis and outlined the tip with her tongue, tasting the first sign of his oncoming orgasm. She reached around and hit the stop button for the elevator. Shyly, she smiled and moved her hands to his butt. She pulled him towards her and slowly took him into her mouth.
When she wrapped her tongue around him and sucked, the feeling made Peter’s knees buckle and he leaned back. He felt like he couldn’t breath as she kept pulling him in and out of her mouth, only stopping to gasp for air and begin again.
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