by CELENE CAREY
“Fuck me harder!”
She could feel that Carl was thrusting into Ron’s ass harder and in turn Ron was thrusting deep into her sensitive mushy asshole deeper and more powerful. She could feel his cock filling up, swelling with hot cum, his balls twitched, his cock throbbed inside her and her asshole clenched. He covered her ear with his mouth, his lips wet, his breath hot and said
“I’mma fucking cum in your asshole slut!”
“Yes! Yes!” She screamed as she rubbed her swollen stiff clit harder, her knees shook harder than they have ever shook in her life, she knew it was greater than a cum, she was on the verge of squirting her juices in the wild.
The anal fuck-train they made was tumbling over into shambles as Ron spilled his hot liquid in her asshole. Oh fuck, the first splash of his warm sperm in her asshole shoved her over the brim of ecstasy.
Her squirt spewed out her pussy in a tall steam up into the air hitting wild leaves surrounding them. Ron shoved Carl off his back and ran around to his front and clamped his lips around her convulsing vulva. Swallowing every ounce of her squirt that he could.
That had to be one of the biggest cum she had experienced. It was a wonderful day. The cum began to leak out her ass and felt a bit sticky. She felt naughty and fulfilled. But it wasn’t over.
Ron lay down beside her and started working her tits and nipples, while Carl got down between her legs and slowly started licking the cunt juice and sweat from her inner thighs. He licked his way up to her cunt and revelled in her musky scent. "Ron," he said, "God she's got a big clit, look how stiff it is, it looks like the head of a little cock."
Ron raised his head from Emily's tits and looked. The whole length of her hooded clit was erect and the knob of her clit was poking a quarter inch out.
"Make her beg" Ron snarled, "make the bitch beg like a slut, I'm gonna suck these tits raw. After she cums again were gonna fuck her."
Carl used both hands and gently pulled her cunt apart exposing Emily's swollen clit even more. Her hips were thrusting up trying to make contact with Carls mouth. Carl flicked the tip of Emily's huge knob with his tongue, "Uuhh...hahh" Emily moaned thrusting her hips higher, "Please...don't tease me..." she cried.
Carl continued to just barely lick around the hood of her poor clit, but never making solid contact with the knob. Ron kept on Emily's tits, sucking first one then the other nipple, until he just roughly squeezed her tits together and started sucking both of them at once. Emily was lost to the world around her, it all felt so good, only the sex mattered now. Ron was torturing her breasts, and her nipples made her scream for attention to her clit but she couldn't get it, no matter where she thrust her hips her clit only got a brush of pleasure. This went on for minutes, until she was panting like a dog. She had to have Carls mouth sucking her clit full on, God he was a bastard, she had to cum, cum goddamit! "Please....jesus please" she whispered, "make me cum...."
"Are you begging for it?" asked Carl, "Beg for it like a whore, come on you bitch, beg to cum!"
"Ohh, yes, yes I'm a whore, a slut.....oh god....I'm begging you....uhhhh.....make me cum...oh please....damn you fuckers...bastards...make me cum!"
Emily was begging and moaning and her hips were thrusting in all directions trying to get Carls mouth on her clit. Her body was covered in a slick sheen of sweat. She would have sold her soul to the devil, to anybody, if it would make her cum. Finally Carl latched full onto Emily's clit with his mouth and started in on it, licking and sucking with a fury.
Emily was in heaven, "shuuh...shit...shit... fuck...fuuhh...oh god it's so good...ah...ah...I'm....going to cum....please don't stop...jesus...jesus fuck...oh...oh...I'm cumming!"
Her back arched up high and her body stiffened for a second, and then started shuddering in spasms like she was being shocked with high voltage electricity. Ron watched Emily's face as it was wrought with orgasm, her eyes glazed and turned up until just the whites shown and her body doubled up, Ron wrapped his arms around her and supported her as she sat there mouth open, spit drooling out as if she was choking and couldn't catch her breath "Huh...huh...uh..." was all the sound she made as she jerked and spasmed. Carl had stopped licking and just held Emily's clit in his mouth and felt it throbbing and pulsing. Finally the spasms slowly tapered off and her body went limp. She collapsed onto her back and her breathing steadied, and her hips slowed to a gentle thrusting. "Ohh....fuck yes....that was good." she purred.
"Good." said Ron, "Now you're gonna get fucked and stuffed with cock again!"
Emily had no time to recover from her orgasm as Ron moved between her legs. He had to have his cock in this hot bitch, had to have that cunt with its big clit all wet and glistening with cunt juice and spit. "We're gonna tag team her Carl," he growled, “as soon as I fill her cunt you get on and then I'll be ready again and then you! We'll keep her tits jumping!"
Ron shoved his cock in with one rough thrust "You.....bastard!...ohhh" Emily exclaimed as she felt her cunt being crammed with warm cock.
Ron wasn't being gentle, he was going to fuck this bitch, and with each rough shove his cock buried itself to the bone in Emily's cunt. She spread her legs wide and wrapped them around Ron and felt that beautiful feeling, the feeling of having a hard cock filling her cunt after an intense orgasm. She watched Carl as he knelt beside her and wiped the sweat from her bobbing forehead and used it to lubricate his cock. She watched as his hands stroked up and down the shiny length, it was big and thick with a large head and huge veins. The balls were huge and she could smell his scent and she loved it. Ron's attack grew more rough and she closed her eyes and bit her lip as he assaulted her cunt. Carl stared with lust as Emily's tits jumped and rolled each time Ron pounded her.
Ron saw Emily close her eyes and when she bit her lip he couldn't hold off, his cock felt so good fucking this slut, she was so sexy and such a whore, he felt it, that feeling, he stiffened and grunted and his cock exploded. "Ohhh pump it..." Emily exclaimed as she felt his hot cum. She kept her legs tightly wrapped around Ron and with each jerk of his body more hot cum pumped into her.
Finally Ron's body relaxed and he moved from between her legs, but as soon as Ron pulled out Carl took his place and Emily's head was bobbing and her tits were jumping again.
Ron watched Emily's tits bounce every time Carl roughly shoved his cock into her cunt, and he straddled her chest until his semi-hard cock was right between those heaving breasts. Left over cum seeped from the tip of his cock and mixed with the slick sweat of her tits.
"You're a dirty little bitch aren't you," he said "such a fucking slut." and he scooped up a handful of dirt from the ground and covered her sweat dripping tits, smearing it over her pleasure wrought face.
"You like that you dirty cumslut?"
"Oh" she moaned through the cock pounding Carl was giving her, "I'm a ... uhh.. a dirty slut, ohh,, uhh, cover me in it,, uhh, yes, oh god fuck me, fuck me you bastards!"
"Ron!" Carl yelled "Work her clit while I fuck her! I wanna see it!"
Ron reached around, "Yea, I'll work that little cock until she's cumming all over the place." and he took Emily's clit between his finger and thumb and rolled it back and forth each time Carls cock shoved into her cunt.
With Carls thick cock pounding her cunt and Ron’s fingers stroking her clit it was almost too much, Emily was being sexually dominated by these men, she couldn't make it stop even if she had wanted it to, and she didn't, that feeling was coming back, that feeling of cum, she felt it rising up in her, with the fingers roughing her clit and the cock in her cunt, it sent her over the top again, and she was cumming and her hips were shuddering and nothing else mattered but orgasm. Ron grabbed her behind the head and roughly kissed her lips, sucking in the hot breath and the moans of her orgasm. When Carl felt her hips spasm he knew that this bitch was cumming again and it set him off, he gave a final shove and started filling Emily's cunt, his cock jumping inside her with each spurt of cum.
Emily's orgasm slowed, Ron let her head drop, a
nd Carl slowly pulled out of her cunt, and his and Ron’s cum overflowed. He scooped it in his hand and coated the hair between her legs until it was matted and sloppy with cum, and he brought a handful up to her head and smeared her dirt covered face with it until it was slick and shiny. Emily opened her mouth and licked Carls cum soaked hand.
But Ron didn't stop working her clit; he sat straddling her and kept stroking.
"Please" Emily said "that's enough....enough."
But Ron hadn't had enough, he had seen Carl pound her cunt, he had seen those hips spasm, he had sucked the orgasm from her full lips, he saw her face being coated in thick cum, and he saw that big clit and felt it throb between his fingers, and he was going to make her cum again and he didn't care how long it took. He was going to make this bitch cum until she passed out.
Emily tried to move Ron off her stomach but he was too heavy. She saw that Ron’s cock was hard and stiff again, "Oh please....stop...." she cried.
"Carl, hold her legs, I'm gonna work this clit until she cums again!"
Carl put his weight on Emily's legs, spreading them apart, and held them still. Emily raised herself up on her elbows but she was helpless. "You fuckers.....ohh what are you doing....!" she yelled.
"Jesus no!" she moaned shaking her head as Carls hand shoved into her cum filled cunt and started thrusting in and out.
God what was happening, she couldn't move, her clit, the hand in her cunt, it was too much, too soon after her second orgasm, she laid back down and cursed the son of a bitches, and panted, arching her back, thrusting her hips, and felt her poor clit being mauled.
Ron's fingers stroked and stroked and Carl spit on her clit to lubricate it, the hood was moving up and down with the stroking and the knob was swollen and red, and Carls fingers were buried in her stretched cunt. Ron’s other hand was grabbing her nipples, and Emily's fingers ground into the dirt.
"You bastards.....you fucking bastards....ohh fuck, fuck, fuck" she moaned over and over again.
After minutes Emily started gulping huge breathes of air, Ron and Carl felt her hips try to lift and then rough shuddering wrecked her body, she lifted her head and chest up and started grunting. "Oh baby...guuhh, guuhh" she grunted over and over again each grunt coinciding with a spasm of her hips.
She was cumming again, and cumming hard. She was locked in that doubled up position, having multiple orgasms, her tits were shaking, stomach muscles standing out from the strain, sweat dripping off her face and into her open mouth; each breath blew sprays of spit and sweat. Then she collapsed, tipped her head back and lay there, face contorted, and as the shuddering continued she just moaned weakly.
Finally her poor body stopped its shaking and she went limp, her eyes were half open and her face was red. She was barely aware when Ron entered her roughly and started fucking her again and she didn't even see that Carls cock was growing in size, ready to take Ron’s place, and she didn't even notice that her head was bobbing and her tits were jumping as she was fucked for the third and fourth time.
As I lay on the bed and listened to this story and I saw Emily's dirt, sweat, and cum streaked body I couldn't hold out any longer, I pumped my hard cock and blew hot cum all over her. She closed her eyes and smiled.
About a week after Emily's adventure there was a knock on our door and there was Carl. He looked sheepish and said he wanted to apologize; he said he had noticed the wedding ring on Emily's finger that day but did not let it stop him and he really felt bad about it. And he figured that I would more than likely shoot him. But both Emily and I told him not to worry, Emily said that she had gotten just what she had wanted that day, except that her back and bottom were still bruised and sore. Carl laughed and said that his knees were still sore too!
Turns out Ron had been visiting from afar but Carl lives just five miles away. We invited him in and darned if he wasn't a helluva nice guy. Emily really likes him, calls him her great big teddy bear, and we've had Carl over on four different occasions now, and he and I have double fucked Emily at least six times.
Life is good.
BOOK 46
TAKEN AT THE OFFICE BY MY HUSBAND’S SECRETARY (Taboo Lesbian Fiction Box Set, Short Erotic Sex Stories)
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“I thought I locked the door.” My voice was shaky, huskier.
“No harm, no foul.” Her other palm stroked up the column of my neck. I shivered with anticipation. I had thought her my husband’s affair. But now, now I knew she wasn’t his type. She was mine. I felt desire pool low in my stomach. I felt moisture wet my panties—the black satin thong I wore beneath the corset.
Her hand cupped my chin and lifted my face so that I was once again staring into her deep blue eyes. The touch of her feminine lips on mine sucked the breath right from me, and I tremblingly whimpered my surrender. She brushed her lips across mine, igniting passion. Lots of pent-up passion. Months of passion. I moaned, my eyes closed. I opened up under her tutelage and my first female kiss became a wonderland of exotic desire and unique flavors. A whole cultural exchange program.
Jessie’s tongue tiptoed cross my threshold. I licked the tip and my nerves exploded with fire. With flaring, warm heat and a million promises of what to come. I licked at her again and then again. She complied, sweeping her tongue inside my mouth and tasting me. . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 1
I AM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED
It was only 11 a.m. and already my day felt like a drag. As a matter of fact that was exactly what I was doing, dragging myself across the office floor over to the Xerox machine. I had a cup of warm cappuccino in one hand and Mrs. Carter’s files in my other. Everyone who had a television at home knew Mrs. Carter; She was an A-list actress who had just submitted a few racy pictures of her husband and the country-western singer Lucy Martin sharing a sexual tryst with the young upcoming model who had just made this month’s cover of Glamour magazine. They were having fun at hotel Pallaelado and Mrs. Carter’s private detective, Mr. Rodriguez, did a hell of a job of capturing it.
This was a high profile case for sure, and one that was going to capture a lot of media speculation and attention, but not a challenge. This was an open-and-shut case, so my husband, an attorney-at-law, had shoveled over these files (and the over forty pictures of Mr. Carter in the naked act of threesome) to Jessica, a young redheaded intern we accepted three weeks ago. Though she didn’t talk much, she was pretty sharp. I think she had picked up on the fact that I was sexually frustrated.
At some point or
another in your life you must have been sexually frustrated before. Do you know what that is like? Are you wondering how I can be sexually frustrated when I’m not in the “single girl’s” club? Sure, I’m married to Paul Squire, of the Squire’s Attorney-at-Law Firm. He’s a much sought-after divorce lawyer who has never lost a single case… and also a lousy lover. Hence, my sexual frustration.
Okay, lemme give you the details on this one. We’ve been married over eight years now and for the last two I’ve been by his side in his office as his assistant, watching him experience mega-success in his career and absolutely mega-flunk in our bedroom. He is one of those men who puts work ahead of his relationship and, since his work has become unending, that side of our marriage has died. He has absolutely no time for me in that department now it seems, and since he has hit it big by only representing mainstream celebrity clients, I’ve been experiencing my driest times. And, unfortunately, there may be a lot more to come. Will things change? I doubt it, unless “I”, Miss-Lil-Ole-Inexperience can do something drastic about this. Yes drastic, it’s gonna to take something drastic, to get my husband to fuck me. Sigh. Maybe I did get married too young.