by Selena Kitt
“Enter me,” she says. She puts her hands behind my back and presses me down to her body.
I groan and push my cock into her. She wraps her legs around my thighs.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
And the evening in this hotel room begins to fill with the sound of her throat, of my cock pumping her pussy, of the passion and the slow slide of sex. I look at Isobel’s face and know that in seconds her womb will fill with my semen and her heart will fill with the desire I have for her.
“Open your thighs,” I say although her legs are already wide. “I want to feel my cockhead in your womb.”
She cries out and her legs lift further and her nails rake my back.
I hear her cries, feel the eruptions in her body as she comes beneath me. I move faster in and out of her, sliding my long cock along the deep channel of her cunt, feeling the head of my cock at the neck of her womb.
“My love,” she says, her hips bucking up into mine.
“My love,” I say quietly, so quietly that everything is in suspension, and then the essence of my love, of my desire, wells up from my balls and I unleash thick ropes of semen into her.
The others turn to us in silence as we lie tightly on the bed.
The End
About the Author
Nicole Ducane is a writer of erotic fiction for men and women.
She likes to write about arousal, anticipation and desire and about the way both men and women surrender to themselves and each other. She likes to explore the way people fantasize and act out their fantasies with the significant others in their lives. She is looking for ways in which people can find the core of love and sexual desire.
You can contact Nicole at [email protected].
She is also the author of The Touch of a Stranger, and Kneeling, available in Kindle Books on Amazon.
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Old Man Winter - Lynn Lake
Old Man Winter - Lynn Lake
The snow was coming down in thick, wet flakes, clotting the sidewalks and streets, frosting cars and pedestrians. The temperature had dropped and the wind had picked up, so the heavy white stuff didn’t melt as it hit the concrete. It started piling up, slowing traffic and sending pedestrians scurrying for shelter. It was six in the evening, made even darker by the low overhanging clouds, the first major storm of the new winter season.
The traffic began to thin as the cars and buses struggled out of the downtown core for the suburbs, the sidewalks quickly emptying. One person struggled along the sidewalk between Main and Front Streets, however, deep in the financial district – a tall, slender, young woman dressed in a short, red, white fur-trimmed coat and black, knee-high boots. She wore nothing on her head, nothing else on her legs. Her long, wavy, red hair was dewed with snowflakes, her slim legs gleaming even whiter than the snow under the streetlights. She had three shopping bags slung over her left arm, a large, black leather purse gripped in her right hand. Despite the cold, there was a spray of freckles on her pale face, more on her chest where it showed. She trudged through the gathering snow and dark, a forlorn feminine figure, the wind whipping at her bags and partially open coat.
A royal blue Jaguar pulled up to the curb just in front of the woman. The passenger-side window of the two-door sports car whispered down with expensive efficiency. “Can I give you a lift!? You look like you’re having some trouble!” The man’s face in the open window was handsome, mature, distinguished, with a strong chin and nose. There were crow’s feet at the corners of his blue eyes and red, full-lipped mouth, and the thick hair on his head was pure silver.
The young woman stopped in her tracks, looking closely at the older man’s face, and car. “Well, I-” A bitter gust of wind caught her and sent her staggering backwards on the sidewalk.
“Come on, hop in! I’ll take you wherever you want to go!”
She smiled, her pretty face lighting up. She stepped carefully to the curb. The man pushed the car door open, and she slipped inside, her legs flashing, pulling the bags in after her.
“Thanks so much!”
“I’m Stuart.”
“Chloe.”
“Here, let me help you.” Stuart took the shopping bags from her and stored them in the black, leather-upholstered back seat of the luxury car. “Now, where can I take you?”
Chloe’s wide, green eyes sparkled, her body suffusing with rich warmth in the wood-paneled, heated interior of the vehicle. “Well, um, Fifteenth and Pioneer, if you don’t mind.”
Stuart nodded, eased the purring Jaguar away from the curb. Then he grinned, as Chloe fully unzipped her snow-wettened coat.
She was wearing just a white satin blouse and short red plaid skirt. The top three buttons of the blouse were unfastened, revealing the deep, creamy-white cleavage of her large breasts. The skirt hem was scrunched up almost into her lap, revealing the smooth, taut, ivory lengths of her thighs.
“You really aren’t dressed for the weather, are you?” Stuart commented.
“It kind of caught me by surprise,” Chloe responded cheerfully. She stretched her legs out in front of her, leaned her slender neck back against the padded headrest of the seat, luxuriating in the opulence of the car. “You’re a lifesaver, Stuart,” she breathed, reaching out with her left hand and placing it on the man’s thigh, squeezing.
The car shot forward in the driving snow, Stuart’s foot spasming down on the accelerator. “I-I couldn’t leave a pretty young thing like you out in that storm,” he rasped, his face warming like his thigh where Chloe’s soft palm rested.
She turned her head and looked at him. “Well, I really, really appreciate it.” Her hand glided higher up his thigh, onto the crotch of his dark, pinstriped suit pants, over the bulge swelling up between his legs.
Stuart grunted. The Jaguar leapt ahead.
“I find older men so much more considerate,” Chloe went on, pressing down on Stuart’s rapidly inflating erection. “I guess that’s why I’m so attracted to them.”
Before Stuart could respond, she deftly ran the man’s zipper down over the huge lump in his pants, reached inside his briefs and pulled his cock out into the open.
“You don’t … I mean …!” Stuart gasped. Then he groaned, as Chloe’s long fingers encircled his throbbing shaft and her hand shifted up and down.
They roared through a red light.
Chloe gently, lightly stroked Stuart’s cock, gazing warmly at the man more than old enough to be her father. Stuart gripped the steering wheel with one white-knuckled hand, his other arm dangling down so that Chloe had free access to his full-blown erection.
“You know, I’m, uh, really a leg man,” he said, glancing at Chloe’s lithe lower limbs, her shiny wet boots. “And you have a really lovely pair. Feet, too, I imagine.”
Chloe grinned, pumping Stuart’s cock.
He pulled the car over to the curb on Tenth Street.
Chloe unzipped her boots and slowly pulled them off, revealing her slender shins and curved calves and slim, delicate ankles, her high-arched feet. She lifted her fully-bared legs and propped them up on the padded leather dashboard, bending her feet and pointing her toes.
Stuart gaped at the twin, sculpted lengths of leg, his widened eyes traveling up and down – from Chloe’s tensed thighs with the long, lean muscles rippling beneath the almost translucent skin, over her narrow, hard-capped knees and around to the soft hollows in back, along her knife-edged shins and under her bunched calves, around her ankles and over and under the arches and curved soles of her feet. He licked his quivering lips, swallowed hard.
Chloe laughed and scissored her legs up off the dashboard and swung them around, shifting her bum in her seat so that her back was against the passenger-side door, her legs offered up right before Stuart. He jumped around in his driver’s seat and
caught Chloe’s legs by the calves, his damp hands and twitching fingers covetously wrapping around. Chloe moaned and slumped down against the door, Stuart jerking her legs forward.
“Beautiful!” he breathed, grasping her twin calves and shins and gazing out along the sheer, stunning lengths of Chloe’s lower limbs.
Then he kissed the rounded ball of Chloe’s right foot-bottom, her left. Making Chloe gasp and grab onto her breasts through her blouse.
Stuart lifted Chloe’s feet higher, up to his burning face. He kissed her pert heels, up and down her contoured soles. Chloe squeezed her breasts, her own face flushing, her legs quivering out at a distance, her feet-bottoms crinkling endearingly under the man’s pelting kisses.
Stuart stuck out his tongue and licked over Chloe’s right heel and all along the depth of her sole and up over the ball of her foot – in one long, wet, dragging tongue-stroke. He then jumped his head over and licked the bottom of her other foot in exactly the same ardent manner.
Chloe shuddered, her feet jumping, legs jerking. She pinched her engorged nipples through the thin material of her blouse and rolled the buzzing pair between her fingers, watching and feeling Stuart lap at her soles.
The man painted her sensitive foot-bottoms with his panting tongue, not missing a crinkled centimetre of her soles. Chloe’s feet shone in his face, slick with his saliva.
Stuart hastily let go of Chloe’s calves and grabbed onto her ankles, tilted her feet down into the pointing position – so that he was staring into her forest of ten perfectly-formed toes. And then he inhaled the big toe of her right foot, and sucked on it.
“Oh!” Chloe murmured, the heated, moist tug of Stuart’s mouth on her toe unleashing waves of pleasure that traveled along both of her outstretched legs and into her pussy and breasts.
Stuart eagerly, hungrily went up and down the line, disgorging one of Chloe’s glistening, plump-topped, slender-stemmed toes and then sucking up another, feasting feverishly. He consumed and wet-vacced all ten of her elegant, edible toes, one at a time.
And then he started on the little toe of Chloe’s left foot again, now swimming his tongue in between that cutie and the next toe and thrashing it around; tonguing in between the next toes, and the next. Until he’d waded through the young woman’s entire cluster of delectable toes with his winding tongue.
Chloe wriggled her toes with delight, to his heightened delight. Then she jumped on the leather seat, against the padded door, clutching her breasts spasmodically – when Stuart suddenly pushed her pointing feet even tighter together and crammed both of her tapered ped-tips into his wide-open mouth.
“Oh, my!” Chloe yelped.
“Mmmmm!” Stuart drooled.
His lips stretched obscenely, his cheeks bulged outrageously – his reddened face jammed full of Chloe’s two feet, halfway up her arches. Chloe bit her lip and kneaded her breasts, her eyelashes fluttering; feeling the foot-fool greedily suck on both of her feet at the same time, all of her toes and part of her soles and arches, his tongue wagging across the bottoms of her feet. She tried to wiggle her toes in his mouth to show her appreciation, but the seal was so tight, the suction so intense, that all she could manage to do was bite her trimmed, glossed toenails into his tongue.
This set Stuart to shaking still more, his hands oozing sweat over Chloe’s strangled ankles, his cock spearing up from between his legs, shiny at the slit. He desperately sucked on the toed tips of Chloe’s curvaceous feet.
Until, finally, when he couldn’t breathe at all, he burst Chloe’s peds out of his mouth in a gush of hot air and saliva. Chloe shivered, watching the man gasp. Then she planted her dripping feet on his shoulders – allowing Stuart to rub his trembling hands up her legs as far as he could, stroke the silky skin and shapely limbs.
Chloe lifted her feet off his shoulders and dropped them down in his lap, gripped Stuart’s jutting, pink cock between her hourglass-shaped peds and began pumping the man with her soft, slippery soles. As she hiked her skirt up and slid her right hand into her white satin panties and stroked.
They both groaned.
Chloe bobbed her feet up and down Stuart’s vein-swollen shaft, pressing into his shaft with her soles, the rounded balls of her feet squeezing his bloated purple hood. She could feel the man’s pulsating lust beating up from her peds and all along her extended legs, her fingers buffing her buzzing clit.
Stuart gripped her ankles again and darted his eyes up and down her rising and falling, flexing legs. She pulled her feet back a bit and grasped the man’s cock with her toes, jacked him faster and tighter, clutching his shaft. He desperately stared at her, his hands ringing and riding her humping ankles, his cock surging between her pumping feet. Chloe gave him a shaky smile of encouragement and rubbed her swollen clit all the faster, squeezing her left breast.
Stuart let out a yell. He bucked. Semen erupted out of the tip of his foot-stroked cock and shot high into the air. Chloe pumped, rubbing her pussy; rope after rope of hot sperm shooting out of the man’s spasming cock and striping down on her shifting feet, her toes milking Stuart’s spasming cock. She shuddered and moaned repeatedly, overcome with orgasmic joy of her own.
“For … thanks,” Stuart stammered afterwards, spilling five one-hundred dollar bills out of his leather billfold and fumbling them over to Chloe.
The young woman tucked the money into her purse and leaned over and chastely kissed the older man on the cheek, then slid out of the stuffy, idling car and back into the cold winter storm.
* * *
Two blocks over, as Chloe was traipsing through the growing snowdrifts back towards the downtown area, a pick-up truck slid to a stop in front of her, one of its front tires bouncing up over the curb. A young guy in a plaid work jacket and Caterpillar ball cap hauled himself up in the driver-side window and yelled at Chloe, “Hey, pretty lady, wanna ride!?”
Chloe looked at the man, at his truck. “Beat it!” she yelled back.
Another vehicle pulled to the curb almost as soon as the pick-up had angrily fishtailed away. A midnight-black Lexus. A tinted window whooshed down and a man’s voice called out from the polished leather and chrome interior, “Can I give you a lift, Miss!?” A deep, rich voice.
Chloe’s heel slipped on a patch of ice and she skated forward on the sidewalk, arms and bags flailing. The man bounded out of the luxury automobile and rushed to Chloe’s side, caught her in his arms before she fell down.
She looked into his twinkling brown eyes, feeling safe and secure in his big, strong arms. He was at least sixty, his round face a dark shade of brown. He was wearing a black overcoat and black fur hat, a red silk tie showing through the lapels of the fine wool coat. He was six-feet-tall, well-built and well-fed. Chloe nestled in his arms, let him lead her over to the car and open the door for her – the rear door.
“Pretty thing like you should ride like a lady,” the man said, doffing his hat to reveal salt and pepper curly hair.
He helped Chloe inside the throbbing vehicle, heaved her packages into the front seat. Then he walked around the rear of the car and got into the back seat with her. He stripped off his black leather gloves and grasped Chloe’s bare hands, rubbed them together. “There, you’re nice and warm now, aren’t you?”
Chloe demurely bowed her head and nodded. Then she slid even closer to the man on the richly appointed bench seat, reached down and unbuttoned his coat at the bottom, unzipped his fly.
“Now, there’s no need …” he began unconvincingly.
She blinked her eyes at him. “I just want to warm you up, like you’ve been nice enough to warm me up.” She drew his stiffening, chocolate-brown cock out of his pants and dropped her red head down, slid her glossy lips over the man’s mushrooming cap.
“Mmm!” he groaned, grasping Chloe’s hair.
She took his entire member into her mouth, let it swell up thick and hard and pulsing in the wet, heated confines. Then she bobbed her head in the man’s lap, sucking on his cock. He was old enough to b
e her grandfather, but lust wasn’t something measured in years.
“What-what’s your name, girl!?” he gasped after a torrid minute or so of mouthing.
Chloe took a long, last pull on his fully-engorged appendage, then bounced her head up. “Chloe! What’s yours?”
“Just call me … Daddy, Chloe,” the man replied, staring into the girl’s gleaming green eyes, groaning at the slick stroking of her pale hand on his raging hard-on. “Sit in my lap, child.”
Chloe let go off his cock and shrugged off her coat, climbed into his lap, facing the man. “You’re going to make me feel good, aren’t you, Daddy?” she cooed, wrapping an arm around the man’s bull-neck. “Like I’m going to make you feel.” She kissed him on his thick-lipped mouth, his glistening erection throbbing in between her legs.