by Mia Moore
He dove deep inside her ass, playing with her clit with his finger. She was moaning and writhing under him so he slapped her once more. “Your ass is mine, do you understand? And you aren’t allowed to come until I let you. Is that clear, my cum slut?” His teeth were clenched as he growled these words. His cock expanded, fucking her sweet ass, feeling the same arousal as he’d felt with Joan. He was going to fuck Carrie and make her his bitch.
He sensed from her breathing and moans that she was close to an orgasm. “No. If you cum before I tell you, I’ll stop fucking you. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop. I’m so close. Please let me come.” Her words were a whimper, muffled by the coverlet of the bed.
And the words put him over the top… His cock was deep in her ass, pushing back and forth in short hard strokes, and spurting hot cum inside her.
“Now Carrie. Come for me!”
She bucked back against him, squeezing her muscles, her body trembling. “Oh Josh! Fuck me. I love this!”
His fingers clutched her ass while his other hand rubbed her clit, as fast as any vibrator. It was almost like she was spurting her cum as well, she was so wet.
With a long sigh, he collapsed on top of her, exhausted. When her body started to jerk and wrack spasmodically under him, he lifted his head sharply. Was she crying again? Had he gone too deep and hurt her?
He rolled off her and put his arm around her shoulders. “Carrie? Are you okay?”
She lifted her head and her eyes were filled with tears but her mouth was spread in a wide grin. “That was awesome. We’ve GOT to do that again. But not now, my beast.” She rolled over to face him. “I was in a different headspace and I loved it. You were all manly and controlling me. I like this game. No wonder Joan taunted you.”
His hand brushed softly along the side of Carrie’s cheek. His woman, the sexiest woman alive. And he was definitely going to be dominant with her again. She wasn’t the only one who liked that spice.
Chapter 22
It was a long week for Josh and Carrie waiting for Sylvia’s party on Saturday. Carrie had landed the job she’d interviewed for at the bank, and had undergone training and orientation all week long. For Josh, it was the usual at work, although he found himself drifting off more than normal thinking of the party coming up.
Finally, Saturday arrived. They forced themselves to sleep in, anticipating a late evening and wanting to be well rested for the experience of a lifetime.
Carrie was the first one up, getting two glasses of orange juice to wash down the Ginseng she carried into the bedroom for her and Josh. “Here you go sweetie, sexual stamina.” She handed him the juice and pill.
He sat up, gulped the pills down and looked at her. “We have to talk about the party tonight, make sure that we each know our limits and are in agreement.” He set the empty glass down and pulled her onto the bed beside him.
Her eyes scanned his face. Even with the bed head, he was still handsome with those dark blue eyes and stubble of beard growth—so manly. The last time they’d been at Sylvia’s had been fun to a point, but she never wanted this ‘playing’ to come between her and Josh again. How would she react if Joan was there and the same thing happened? Probably not well.
“The thing that happened between Joan and you…It was good in one way because it opened us to a form of playing that neither of us had ever thought of. Yet, it’s a turn on for both of us. But I’d like it to stay just between us.” Her mouth was pulled to the side in a frown, yet her eyes were sad.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He took her hand and held it to his chest.
“Besides, I don’t think that sort of power dynamic has any place in the swinging world. It should be just sexual play, getting wild and horny with friends. As far as anything else being off the table…I can’t think of one thing.” Her fingers stroked along his hand.
“The only thing that I know would bother me… Although it hasn’t come up yet, is if we were in separate rooms. And considering the number of people who will be there tonight, the party may be spread out throughout the house and patio.”
“Absolutely. I don’t want to be with anyone unless you’re in the room and I sure as hell don’t want you off fucking someone else without me being there.” She looked away from him and muttered. “Especially Joan.”
“Are you kidding? I’m staying away from her. She’s how the problem started last time. We were perfectly fine playing with Byron and Sylvia, just shits and giggles. If I’m with another woman tonight, it’s got to be like that. Promise.”
“I appreciate that. Maybe in the future I’ll feel different about her but for now let’s not go there. Ooo, I’m so excited about meeting other people and being part of an orgy!” She wiggled her shoulders and gave his hand a squeeze.”
He pulled her hand under the covers and placed it on his cock which was hard as granite. “I guess you can tell I’m looking forward to it as well.”
Carrie pulled the covers back and rose to swing her leg over him. She was on her knees, towering over his prostrate form, grinning down at him. “We can’t let that go to waste, can we?” Her fingers curled around his cock and she guided it to her opening, lowering herself.
As his cock slowly glided up inside her, she closed her eyes, savoring every inch of it, becoming wet almost instantaneously. It was wonderful having his cock so deep inside her. She shifted her legs so that now she was squatting, able to lift herself up and down on the length of it using the strength of her legs. He was laying back, his arms bent, hands behind his head, watching her ride his cock. From the intensity of his stare, eyes hooded and lips parted slightly, he was not only enjoying the sensation, he was enjoying the view.
He reached into the drawer of the table on his side of the bed and pulled out the rabbit vibrator. After licking the tip to lubricate it, he turned it on and placed it against her clit.
She gasped at the thrill of it teasing and rubbing against her clit. Leaning back, she placed her hands on the bed, still riding the hard cock but pussy lips pulled apart and facing him more directly. It was such a wanton position, full exposure while she fucked his cock. He switched hands and scooped his cell phone off the table and turned it on.
Her eyes flew open wide. He was going to take a picture of her fucking him. She smiled. Why not? This was another thing they’d never done before…taken naughty pics of each other. It would be nice to see what he was seeing right now.
He clicked a few shots and pulled them up on the screen, turning the phone for her to see. Oh my God! She looked like some kind of porn star even though she hadn’t viewed too many porn flicks. The dark pink flesh of her cunt around his darker cock was amazing. At the pic of just the tip of his cock about to enter her, she shook her head. How could that long cock go up inside her all the way? It was amazing. He had pulled the rabbit vibrator away from her clit to get a picture of it. She could clearly see the little nub protruding, a darker pink, surrounded by her full and stretched pussy lips. It was so fucking erotic.
Josh put the vibrator against her clit once more but this time he was arching up to meet her thrusts, driving his shaft to the very depth of her, hurting just a little. Her heart was pounding in her chest. “Don’t stop. Just like that. Yes. Yes Oh fuck, I’m commminngg.” She drove herself down hard on his shaft just as he spurted hot cum inside her. Oh God it was so good, feeling his cum shoot, seeing the look of lust on his face while he grunted meaningless sounds.
She moved her legs so that she fell forward onto his chest, his arms immediately around her, stroking her back. It was so good and the day wasn’t over yet. They’d be doing this again tonight.
Chapter 23
“Well? What do you think?” Carrie struck a pose, thrusting her hip out with arms raised, hands clasped behind her neck forcing her breasts out. In the red lace demi-cup bra with matching G string, above dark, thigh high stocks, he immediately got hard.
She was porn star hot and every guy would want to fuck h
er! Hell, he was ready and he’d done it earlier that day.
He walked toward her and placed her hand on the crotch of his cotton trousers. “Does this answer your question? That bra makes your tits look huge.” He ran his finger over the rise of her breast, across the valley of cleavage and up the other mountain.
She had applied a little more makeup that she normally wore, darkening her eye shadow and thickening her lashes. Even her full red lips looked bigger, more pouty. How had he ever landed such a beautiful woman as Carrie?
“Thanks! You’re pretty hot yourself y’know, with that big muscular chest and arms. Every woman there is gonna want you.” She reached up on the tippy toes of her stiletto shoes and kissed him softly on the mouth.
“There’s only one woman that needs to want me and I’m looking at her. Although, if another woman wants me to fuck her, I’ll have to be a gentleman.” He grinned.
“Yeah, what a sport you are.” She punched his shoulder playfully and scooted past him to finish getting dressed.
“That’s me. Are you just about ready?” He turned, about to go out of the room.
“I’m always ready.” She purred and took his arm.
Fifteen minutes later they followed Sylvia down a set of stairs leading to the rec room. Music drifted up along with the sound of people chatting and laughing. When they entered the large room at the foot of the stairs, there were a few people standing at a bar on one side of the room, while others sat in a conversation pit on sofas. Great. They weren’t late. Everyone was still fully dressed in casual clothes.
Opposite the bar was an area that contained a large beige, vinyl mat, like you would see in a gym. The two walls bordering the mat and ceiling above were mirrored. Holy cow! Carrie noticed a swing like the one in the sex shop hanging near the mat area.
“Let’s get you drinks and then I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Sylvia placed her arm around Carrie’s shoulders and led her to the bar where Byron was pouring wine into two glasses.
“Carrie! Josh! Glad you could make it. When I heard you coming down the stairs, I got the wine out.” Byron wore an open leather vest on his bare chest, displaying his arm and chest muscles as he handed the drinks to them.
“Hi. It’s great to be here. Thanks for asking us.” Josh took the two drinks and handed Carrie hers.
“Looks like a nice group.” Carrie took a large sip of her wine. The one she had while dressing had worn off and right now, a little liquid courage was necessary.
“C’mon. Let’s mingle. You know Joan and Robert. And Dani and Keith are here tonight.” Sylvia was moving towards the group in the conversation area.
Carrie walked slowly behind her, eyes on the people sitting together, looking for Dani and Keith. Great, there they were.
Sylvia stopped at the edge of the group and looked at a dark haired man sporting a sparse Fu Manchu moustache above a smile with gleaming white teeth. From the shade of his skin and eye shape, he looked Indonesian. Beside him was a petite, pretty woman with black hair cascading over her shoulders to her waist. Her eyes were large in an almond skinned face. Indonesian again, and very attractive.
“Carrie and Josh, this is Ten and his wife Maya. Watch out for Ten. He’s got a wicked sense of humor and will try to pull your leg. Just don’t believe anything he says. Maya, has the patience of a saint.”
Ten grinned and reached out to shake Carrie and Josh’s hands. “Sylvia exaggerates. Nice to fuck you, I mean meet you.”
Maya stood up and murmured ‘pleased to meet you’ as she kissed Carrie and Josh’s cheeks.
The next two people were Joan and Robert. Carrie was enfolded in Robert’s arms and a kiss was planted on her mouth before he let her go. “Nice to see you again.” He smiled and shook Josh’s hand.
When Joan rose to buss her cheek, Carrie’s stomach tensed.
“Glad you and Josh could make it. You look lovely my dear.” Joan still held Carrie’s hands in her as her eyes scrutinized what Carrie was wearing.
Joan was wearing strands and strands of jewelry over a low cut black dress. Suddenly Carrie’s dress, though dark and summery felt frumpy.
The next people were an attractive African American couple. He had warm brown eyes set in a face with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line. His eyes seemed to sparkle with merriment above a wide smile. His wife had lighter skin than his, with large eyes set wide apart. She was so pretty, she could have stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.
“This is Neil and Amanda. Neil used to play professional football as you can probably tell from the width of his shoulders. Have you got pads on Neil?” Sylvia’s laugh seemed to chime. “And Amanda was a model for Victoria’s Secret. She hooked the successful jock.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Neil and Amanda shook their hands and smiled.
“Hey! Glad you guys could make it!” Keith and Dani stood up and hugged Josh and Carrie.
“Oh, I was hoping you guys would be here! We’ve gotten more daring since the first time with you.” Carrie said into Dani’s shoulder.
“Great! I had hoped you would.” Dani’s blue eyes sparkled with excitement.
Sylvia took a few steps to the next group of people gathered. It became mechanical shaking hands or kissing a cheek. There was no way she was ever going to remember the names of the four other couples, and name tags wouldn’t work on naked bodies later.
There was a couple who were like Mutt and Jeff—he was really tall, probably six four or so and she’d be lucky if she was over five feet. Both were attractive and in good shape.
The balding man and his cute blonde wife with the long nose were the Bird couple. Next was the Hispanic couple—she was all curves with long hair curled in ringlets while his strong arms were covered with tats.
Surprisingly, there was an older couple in their late forties. His face was tanned and handsome despite the lines. His wife’s hair was platinum, cut in layers above a face that had round cheeks and gorgeous azure blue eyes. She looked a little younger than her husband but it was hard to tell since they were both in topnotch physical condition.
The last couple was a sharp contrast to the older couple. They looked like they were mid twenties, carrying a few extra pounds. With her brown shoulder length curls and big brown eyes she could have been a Kewpie Doll. His hair was blonde and cut very short, almost military.
Carrie had drifted back to speak with Dani and Josh was chatting with the bald headed man when Sylvia shouted for everyone’s attention. She was standing in front of the bar, highlighted by the golden glow of one of the pot lights, wearing a rhinestone G string and pasties. In the sheer, silvery stay up stockings and high heels, she could have been on a Las Vegas stage. The effect was dazzling to say the least.
“It’s pole dancing time! I challenge anyone here to a pole dance contest. You get to dance for one minute, judged by the applause of the audience. Winner gets first choice in picking their first partner or partners of the evening. Let’s get naked!”
The music started up once more, this time playing ‘Patricia the Strippa’ and a light shone down over a brass pole, that Carrie hadn’t noticed before. She watched people start to shed their clothes, taking them through a door to an adjoining room. Well this was it. She’d need another glass of wine though before she’d attempt a pole dance. She lifted her dress over her head and off. Josh had joined her, wearing only his pants.
He stepped closer to her, undoing his zipper. “Are you going to try pole dancing?”
“No. Oh, I don’t know. Maybe.” She watched his face transform from disappointment to a hopeful smile as he slipped the pants and shoes off. She’d watch the first few women and see how good they were. Maybe this week she’d ask Josh to put up a pole and mirrors in the room downstairs. If this was a regular thing at these parties, she’d better get good at it. Besides, it was probably good exercise.
“I’ll store our clothes and join you at the bar, okay?” He took her dress and then he was gone.
Carrie wal
ked to the bar and set her empty glass down. Although it was warm in the room, it took her bare skin a few moments to acclimatize. Dani, Maya and Amanda took a place next to her. She wasn’t the only one who needed to loosen up for this.
“No one expects you to try this at your first party, Carrie. If you want to, that’s great, but no pressure.” Byron flashed a quick smile at her as he topped up her glass.
“Another one of these and I might be tempted.” She gave a nervous laugh before taking a healthy swallow of the wine.
“I remember my first time. It took a few drinks to get me up there, still does, but it was a blast.” Maya turned and smiled at Carrie. She was wearing a turquoise bra and bikini bottom that contrasted nicely with her cinnamon colored skin.
“You almost won at the last party. You’re getting really good.” Amanda placed her hand on Maya’s shoulder and picked up the amber drink that Byron had set before her.
“Look who’s talking. You have an unfair advantage over us. After years of training in modeling school, you know how to move seductively.” Maya’s hand swept from the bar and pinched Amanda’s bare nipple.
Amanda, taller and statuesque, responded by pulling Maya into her and kissing her long and deep. The naturalness of their desire caught Carrie off guard. Her envy caught her even more off guard. She smiled to herself. She’d have to make sure to try that with each of them before the night was over.
There was a nudge to Carrie’s ribs and warm breath in her ear caused her to shudder. “Those two are really hot looking when they dance together. Don’t be surprised if half way through the evening the men disappear to watch them.”
Carrie turned quickly, into Dani’s face which was just an inch away. Her hand lingered on Carrie’s waist which was comforting. She hadn’t realized how nervous she was until that moment.