SUBMISSION
20 Erotic Stories
Edited by Cathryn Cooper
Published by Accent Press Ltd - 2007 ISBN 1905170793 / 9781905170791
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Contents
Darkness January James 1
Leg Man Landon Dixon 8
Watching Oya 19
Andrea And Monique N. Vasco 28
The Big Bang Lynn Lake 43
Fernie Brae Nyki Blatchley 51
Boob Hill Landon Dixon 64
Serving Girls Teresa Joseph 74
Evelyn Courtney Bee 85
'Bound’ To Sell Teresa Joseph 108
After The Funeral Elizabeth Cage 115
Vanilla Jade Taylor 123
Counting To Three In
Bryn Allen 132
French
A Master And A Slave Mark Steinhardt 140
A Trick Of The Light Imogen Gray 148
Another Round Gwen Masters 155
Fighting Irish A. Zimmerman 165
It All Depends On How You T,.^.
0 Kitti Bernetti 180
See It
The Closest Thing To
Antonia Adams 193
Heaven
The Beginning And The End Gwen Masters 205
Darkness by January James
I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.
I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like a slave I still feel like a queen.
I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long legs.
I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my legs, licking my body awake until every nerve was on fire.
Just when I thought that you would shove your morning hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to play this game. I love our games but I’m tired of waiting. I’m hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to feel the strength of your hardness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs.
I hear your feet moving across the concrete floor and then you’re so close to me that I can feel your breath across my skin.
‘What took you so long?’ I ask.
‘It’ll be worth the wait,’ you say.
I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin.
A bolt of electricity shoots up my smooth thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the thick carpet above your sex. I try to take my feet lower but you won’t let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasure until I’m so hungry that I beg you to take me.
If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can’t allow to reach my lips, for then you would torture me even longer. But I know that in the end I’ll get the reward of your cock, your body heavy on top of mine, the taste of you in my mouth and on my skin.
My foot hits the ground with a loud thump. My heartbeat quickens with excited pain. Damn! You are in control and I love it! Okay big daddy, show mama what you got!
Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my bottom lip between your teeth and tug. I try to pull away but you grab the sides of my head in your strong hands. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but pleasure.
You leave my side for a moment and I’m breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and soft glides up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, green banana. In my Caribbean culture green bananas can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this!
The banana circles my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of pussy juice and fruit. Then it’s in my mouth and I’m sucking it like it’s your dick. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give head using a green banana. It’s still one of my favourite toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passion of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I’d love to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘Please, please eat me!’
Lord, I’m begging already! This darker side of you is making me crazy with desire. Your hands slip between my legs. God you have a big clit, you tell me. It’s like a Hershey’s kiss.
‘But I taste better.’
I hear you smacking your lips. Yes you do, you say. Your hand moves back to my clit.
‘Please oh please.’
‘Not yet,’ you growl and pull your fingers away.
I feel white hot heat next to my face and inhale the aroma of a vanilla scented candle. Now I realize what you are doing. You are planning to fuck me with everything that I’ve fucked myself with, everything that I’ve used in place of your hard, jealous cock. I feel my arms drop as you lower my chains and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic.
Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and push my head down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the thrill of a slick candle sliding in and out of my pussy? Don’t you understand that I need something to fill me when you’re not here? Even though my pussy moulds to your dick, it’s a naughty, insatiable little slut.
I feel the first drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to touch my engorged clit so badly!
‘Please, please!’
You pay
no attention to the sobbing in my voice. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with next?
I feel warm silicone sliding down my back. I know that you’ve found my favourite dildo, the one with the added leather straps and buckles. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it hard.
I wait with all holes open and panting, not knowing which one you’ll shove my beloved joy into. The snap of the straps across my ass holds more surprise than pain. You’ve been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So punish me, punish me until I learn to control myself!
The second swipe is a little harder; the third makes me cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussy onto the backs of my legs.
‘Please let me feel it!’
You place the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. I hold my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the head moves upward and you’re forcing it into the tightness of my ass. Holy mother of God! The sweetness of the shaft burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable. You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged animal.
Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my hips into your hand.
Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone; I’m left cold, unsatisfied and confused. I call your name softly but you do not answer. Time drags as I wait for your next move.
I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy breathing there is no sound. Will you leave me here for another few hours? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration.
And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don’t need to see it to know that it’s beautiful, like hemp, my favourite.
You lift my body until I’m standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my dark skin, my big nipples peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn’t that the point of our little games? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my pussy lips. It bites into my sensitive clit. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot.
I adore the feeling of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the rope on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can’t take it any longer. God, I’m about to come!
Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my face is flooded with light. Even though it is only the softness of candles it is bright after hours of darkness.
I look down and you’re on your knees, rubbing the rope against my clit. ‘Oh baby, I love the way you love me. Make me come honey, make me scream.’ The rope moves faster. ‘Oh God, I’m gonna die!’
I bend my knees, opening myself up to you. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but feel the texture of the rope and the fire it is causing. At the perfect moment you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth wide. I’m gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your open mouth like honey from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am woman, hear me roar as I come.
Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
Just when I think that it’s over you run your face up into my pussy. My lips open amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embrace.
I wish that I could press your head further into my body. I wish that I could grab your cock and shove it into my aching hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes better than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me.
‘Who gives you the best fuck?’ you ask.
You know that it’s you baby, nothing compares to you. Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick, your warm breath on my skin, the beauty of your contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your come, nectar from the gods.
Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your cock over my rope-clad body. How good that feels.
I drop to my knees and watch you pump your cock above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid gold all over my face. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty tang of your desire.
I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time?
In seconds I’m on my back with my legs spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it’s your last supper. God, you’re good with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I’m reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, make me feel like a woman. I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweet baby.
Leg Man by Landon Dixon
I nodded at the bartender, Matt, and he grinned back at me. Rap music thundered out of the overhanging speakers, shaking the walls of the strip club, egging on a silicon-titted blonde gyrating against the centre stage silver pole. The place was packed for noontime, and the hungry crowd greedily shovelled the three dollar lunch into their faces, as they ogled the balloon-breasted blonde. She held no interest for me, however, not with her chicken legs.
I quickly threaded my way through the cheering and chewing mob, walked down a hall that led to the washrooms, on past the washrooms, and up to a guy leaning against the wall. His thick arms were crossed, and a toothpick balanced precariously between his thick lips. ‘Hey, Adam,’ I said, my voice breaking.
‘Jeff,’ the black-clad bouncer responded, eyeing me and smiling. ‘Got a new one for you today.’
I rubbed sweaty palms on my pants, sucked cool air into my bursting lungs. ‘Y-yeah?’
‘Yeah.’ He pushed off from the wall, held out his huge right hand, and I promptly crossed his palm with a fifty. He pocketed the cash, then shoved an unmarked door open and stood aside as I walked on through.
It looked like a women’s washroom, painted a drab green with white tiling, four cubicles and a couple of sinks lining the far wall. The door whisked shut, and I stood there staring at the first cubicle, my hands trembling, my throat clicking dry when I swallowed. I walked over and pushed the cubicle door open, slipped inside, shot the bolt behind me.
There was no toilet, only a round, padded hole in the wall, waist-level. I fought with my zipper as I gazed at the glory hole, at the yellow shaft of light streaming through from the adjoining room, and then I wrestled my fly down and pulled out my cock. I gripped my rigid dick and moved even closer to the hole, gulped hard and guided my prick through the opening, announcing my presence to whoever was on the other side.
I let go of my rock-hard prong and flattened myself against the wall, sweat prickling my forehead - and nothing happened. The distant thumping of the peeler music sounded from far off, too muted to drown out my ragged breathing. My entire body started shaking, the anticipation and the need growing and growing and growing. And just when I was ready to cry out with angry desire, I heard a slight rustling sound. I braced myself, pressing my lower body hard against the wall and sticking my straining cock out as far as it would go.
I jumped when something brushed against my prick, something soft and smooth and warm - a reply to my greeting. I quickly pulled back, awkwardly got down on my knees, and peered anxiously through the hole at a pair of petite, black-stockinged feet that rested haughtily on the pedestal in the room opposite.
‘Yes!’ I hissed, licking desert-dry lips, blinking sweat from my eyes, gazing at the most exquisitely-shaped feminine peds I’d ever seen in my life (and I’d seen, and worshipped, plenty of pairs of female feet).
The girl attached to the beautiful feet wriggled her toes at me, and her stockings whispered my name. The delicate, high-arched peds were ivory beneath their sheer, sexy, noir-shaded sheathes, slim and small, perfectly-formed, with slender, succulent toes tipped with medium-long nai
ls painted a shiny crimson. The playful toes waved at me, and my cock grew to epic hardness with the wicked thought of those shapely foot-digits enwrapping and stroking my dick.
I strained to see past the gorgeous pair of feet, to get a glimpse of a luscious leg or two, of the woman beyond, but the well-groomed peds effectively blocked my view, filled my eyes, waved me away; our get-acquainted session was over, it was time to get down to business. I pulled my eyes off those dainty feet and stiffly climbed upright, shoved my painfully-erect cock back through the hole again.
The tender tootsies on the other side of the wall quickly grabbed onto my dick and started brushing up and down the length of it. ‘Fuck, yeah!’ I groaned into the green paint, revelling in the slick, silky feel of the girl’s dextrous feet on my pulsating prong.
I could tell right away that this babe was no amateur, no fumbling footer; her peds weren’t thick and clumsy, feet squeezing shaft like they wanted to choke it, toenails scraping sensitive skin, like most girls. No, this lady’s feet were soft and gentle, yet firm and controlled. She worked my dick with her feet like she had it in her hands, easily gripping my erection on either side and erotically sliding her silk-clad peds back and forth, giving me the foot-job to end all foot-jobs.
‘Yeah,’ I murmured, marvelling at the girl’s skill. Her talented toes lightly clenched my steely shaft and jacked me repeatedly, the awesome foot friction sending my balls to boil even faster than normal.
There was no holding back this time, no counting to ten or thinking about an ex-mother-in-law - she was that good. I closed my eyes and clawed at the wall and uttered a strangled scream as the wicked pedestrian foot-stroked me to the very precipice of all-out orgasm. Then, right before blast-off, right before white-hot jets of spunk rocket onto the girl’s delectable peds, she suddenly pulled her feet away.
‘No!’ I wailed, pumping my hips and pounding the wall, imploring her not to leave me hanging.
I felt something loop over the base of my raging hard-on, something soft and smooth and warm, like a recently-worn stocking, felt it pulled tight. I opened my eyes - this was something different. Most girls wanted nothing more than to jerk and run, get you to cum and go in a heated rush so they could collect their cash and get back to doing something more respectable, like stripping. But not this lady with the flawless feet; she secured the silken noose around the base of my throbbing rod, cutting off the only escape route for my bubbling semen, then started stroking again, buffing me with her bare feet now, leisurely ped-polishing me without fear of being sprayed with my sticky adulation.
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