Of Flesh and Skin - A Darker Erotic Collection
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Eventually, they both withdrew and unstrapped her from the bed. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move, her body throbbing and shaking to its own rhythm. Marcus placed an arm round her shoulder and rolled her sideways. She slid off the bed into his arms, unable to stand for herself. Tenderly, he carried her to the side of the room and placed her next to the pile of clothes. She grabbed the blouse, wrapping it tightly around her, watching as he made his way back to the bed.
“I think the examination went well. What do you think, Nurse?”
“I think it went very well, Doctor. I’ll get the report to you by the end of the day.”
A burst of laughter shot into the air, and Marcus strode back over to her.
“You did extremely well, Rachel. As promised, you can leave now.” He motioned towards a surgical screen. “There’s a door behind there. You’ll find your belongings on the other side along with a car to take you home.”
“What about Robert?” She said, inching backwards.
“I’ll be watching you. If you’re a good girl for the next 24 hours, I’ll release him as promised.”
By the time Rachel could force her mouth open to speak, Marcus had left the room. She rolled over and vomited.
***
Marcus fed the sheet of paper into the printer. A breeze caught the back of his neck as the door to the office opened.
“I’m just printing the contract on the signed sheet now.” He didn’t bother turning. “Did you find her bank details?”
“Yup, sent the money through,” Robert said, wiping the last of the makeup from his face. “And I switched the business card you gave her. I even popped some pills into the bottom of her bag for good measure.”
“Did we forget anything?” Marcus placed the paper into a cardboard folder and slid it into the filing cabinet.
“Don’t think so. Camera 6 went down but not ‘till the last five minutes of the shoot so we’ve still got plenty of footage to play with.” Robert’s face broke out in a wide grin. “We’re going to be loaded, mate. Best porn shoot ever.”
The End
Amalgamation
Melissa checked her hair one last time in the bathroom mirror. The pounding bass from the club rattled most of her insides, but she relished the sensation. She had the bathroom all to herself for the moment and she used the temporary solace to compose herself. Her hand shook as she ran it through her hair. They were really going to do this! Doug and she had talked about it at length, but she never thought they’d ever actually act out the fantasy.
Last week, after they’d made love on the stairs, things were, indeed, much better with their marriage. They’d fucked each other on the stairs three more times.
Once again, Doug lounged on the stairs beside her. He was spent, she could tell. She snuggled next to him, content. The smell of their sex was pungent in the air. Melissa rested her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat go from rampaging to a nice low murmur. She was content to let the silence grow between them, lost in their separate thoughts.
Finally, she said, “Your birthday is coming up.”
Doug stirred and said, “Mmmhmm.”
“What’s your biggest fantasy?”
Doug popped open an eye and looked at her. “Where’s this going?”
“I’m serious. What’s your biggest fantasy?”
Doug closed his eyes again and blew out a stream of air. “Anything?”
“Yes, anything.”
“I’ve always wanted to see you with another woman.” He opened his eyes to gauge her reaction.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“A threesome?”
“No, just you and another woman. I’d watch.”
Melissa mulled the idea over. In middle school she’d experimented with her best friend at a sleepover. It had made things weird between them after and Melissa hadn’t enjoyed the experience that much. But, if that’s what Doug wanted...well.
“Who would we pick?”
“I don’t know, maybe, go to a club, pick a total stranger?”
Melissa laughed.
“I’m serious,” Doug said. “You asked.”
“If that’s what you really want.”
“It is.”
She’d stalled long enough. Melissa took a deep breath and went to the bathroom door. The club music buffeted her as she walked along side the dance floor and Doug’s eyes were on her with every step. A spark of self -consciousness ignited as the naked desire in his gaze drilled through her, but it was soon doused as the thrill of the night took over.
She sat down at their table. Doug had ordered fresh drinks and she grabbed her glass and drank deeply. Doug watched her the entire time, his eyes roving her body. She placed her glass back on the table and leaned in close so she’d be heard over the loudness of the club. She said, “So, have you made a choice yet?”
Doug nodded and motioned with his head at a woman sitting two tables over. “Thoughts?” he said.
“She’s stunning,” Melissa responded, a sudden bout of nerves preventing anything more than a whisper.
The woman glanced their direction in that moment and smiled. Lifting a drink to her lips, she placed the straw in her mouth. She stared Melissa and began to suck on the straw suggestively.
“I spoke to her while you were in the ladies room,” Doug said. “Her name is Apple, and she’s interested.”
Melissa tore her eyes from Apple and fixed her gaze on Doug. “You did?”
“Yes. So, what do you think of her?”
“She’s stunning,” Melissa repeated.
Doug nodded to Apple and stood. He offered his hand to Melissa and said, “Shall we?”
Melissa stood, grabbed her purse, and took her husband’s hand. They made their way out of the club, Apple followed a few paces behind.
Outside, Melissa shivered in the cool night air. After the loudness of the club, the night seemed subdued and hollow. Apple stepped in close and kissed Melissa. The move took Melissa by surprise. Apple’s tongue played into Melissa’s mouth, slipping lightly across her teeth. Apple pulled away and nodded. “Nice,” she said. “You taste like cherries.”
“Shall we?” Doug said as the taxi pulled to the curb beside them. He opened the door for the women and then got into the cab after them.
Apple’s hand immediately went between Melissa’s legs as the taxi pulled away. Melissa gasped and colored.
Apple said, “You’re already wet. I like that.”
Doug looked on with approval. “Go on, enjoy yourself,” he said to Melissa, but his eyes were on Apple.
Melissa felt awkward, not because of Doug or Apple, but the taxi driver. She watched him in the rearview mirror. He locked eyes with her and grinned, then went back to driving. It probably wasn’t the first time he’d had people in his cab making out, and he probably knew to keep quiet and just enjoy the show.
Melissa gasped as Apple slid a finger into her. She’d not worn panties tonight, it was Doug’s idea, and now she was grateful she hadn’t because if she had surely the sensation of the fabric against her clit would’ve been maddening. Apple spread Melissa’s legs and plunged down between her juice-soaked thighs. Melissa moaned and grabbed a fist-full of Apple’s blonde hair and pulled. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back, riding the rhythm of Apple’s tongue between her legs.
She was close, riding on the edge of an orgasm. Reaching over, she grabbed Doug’s hand and pulled him close. A gasp escaped her mouth as their lips touched, his breath hot against her face, and she sucked greedily on his tongue as Apple moaned between her legs. Breaking the kiss, she whispered harshly, “I want you to fuck her.”
Doug pulled back. “Are you sure?”
She could see the anticipation in his eyes, the thought of fucking Apple, but he wanted to be sure Melissa would be ok with it.
“Yes,” she gasped as Apple’s tongue plunged deeper into her womanhood. “Fuck her and watch me.”
Doug undid his pants and
pulled Apple towards him. She came willing into his lap, her mouth making a wet popping sound as it came away from Melissa’s pussy. Melissa shuddered as she saw her juices glisten on Apple’s chin in the passing streetlights. She lunged forward and licked herself from the other woman’s face and cheeks, then grabbed her husband’s cock and guided him into Apple.
Doug slid down further in the seat, Apple planted firmly on his lap. Melissa moved awkwardly in the tight confines of the taxi. She pushed her husband lower, hands holding herself steady agains the roof. She sighed as she lowered herself onto Doug’s face, biting her lip with a gasp.
He lapped greedily at her as she ground against his chin and mouth. Suddenly, she felt another tongue exploring her anus. The twining sensations brought her that much closer to exploding.
The three of them were so lost in their shared sensations none of them noticed the taxi had stopped. Melissa opened her eyes and saw the front of their house, but she didn’t care. She reached behind and grabbed a headful of Apple’s hair. “Don’t stop,” she hissed between clinched teeth. “Don’t stop!”
The orgasm shuddered through her body. Rocketing across all of her limbs. She pressed even harder against Doug’s face, her cum cascading across his face. She couldn’t hold herself in position any longer, her limbs were useless. She managed to fall to the side and slumped against the door, all strength fleeing from her body at that moment.
The cabbie said, “We’re at your stop.”
Melissa colored and shimmied her dress around her. Doug and Apple were lost to the world. Doug’s eyes were closed as Apple ground against him. Melissa watched, her eyes greedy, as she saw the tell-tale, all familiar expression on her husband’s face. He was close to cumming.
She startled as she felt a hand touch her breast. The taxi driver was turned in his seat and reaching back. Melissa eyed him. He was handsome in a rough kind of way. A few days of stubble on his face, square jaw, piercing blue eyes. He pulled his hand back and shrugged his shoulders. Melissa crawled over the front seat without much thought. She settled in beside the man.
She asked, “What’s your name?”
“Darrel.”
“Do you see this type of thing often?”
“All the time, ma’am,” he answered with a sheepish grin.
“Has anyone ever done this?” she asked, reaching over and grasping the bulge through his jeans.
Darrel gasped and gripped her hand, “What about him?”
Melissa grinned. “He’s busy at the moment.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m damn sure,” Melissa said and quickly undid his pants. She reached in and grabbed his cock. Darrel raised his hips as she yanked his pants down farther. His member stood at attention and she grabbed it in her fist and began to stroke.
She heard Doug cry out in the backseat as he reached his climax. What would he think when he looked in the front of the cab and saw her?
Her breath quickened at the thought.
It excited her.
The End
R. Thomas Riley is the author of the short story collection THE MONSTER WITHIN IDEA (2009-2011) published by Hugo Nominated Apex Publications and re-released as a Kindle exclusive in 2011. His second story collection THEIR LAST DYING ACTS was released July, 2012 and HUSKS was released August, 2012. IF GOD DOESN’T SHOW - A Gibson Blount Novel (co-written with John Grover) was published by Permuted Press and Audible.com August, 2012. THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS - A Gibson Blount Novella (co-written with Roy C. Booth) was published by Grand Mal Press in February, 2012.
Lisa McCarthy was born in the beautiful country of Wales approximately forty years ago. She holds an honours degree in Literature and an undergraduate diploma in Creative Writing, and works as a freelance proof reader. Her writing career started with dark fiction and some of her short stories can be found online under the names Lisa Jenkins or LE Jenkins. Her first erotic novelette, THE BUTTERFLY WALTZ, combines her love of descriptive language and emotional development, creating a sexual energy that jumps from the page.
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Tony Smith is a genre writer, and his fans love his work, but beneath the facade of success, his personal life is in shambles.
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Warning: contains sexually explicit scenes.
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