by Alison Tyler
“But…won’t we be more than fashionably late?”
“Not if you’re quick. I deliberately booked the car fifteen minutes early. I’ve always wanted to fuck a chauffeur.”
There was no arguing with that. I grappled with my belt and fly and pulled out my cock. Tilly’s green eyes glinted as she passed me the condom she’d just retrieved from her cleavage. Without a word, I ripped open the packaging and rolled the rubber on. When I looked back up, Tilly was already kneeling on the floor of the limo, the top half of her body leaning on the seats and with her dress up around her back. She wore a tiny black thong.
I knew this was no time for hesitation. I’d fantasized about fucking a bride, she’d fantasized about fucking a chauffeur. It was a win-win situation.
I pulled her thong to one side, grabbed her hips and positioned my cock at her entrance. She was already wet, so when she pushed back, I slid in effortlessly. I paused, savoring the sensation.
“Bradley, we don’t have much time.”
I didn’t need telling twice. Gripping Tilly’s pert ass, I fucked her, hard and fast. The sensation of her pussy was divine; hot, wet and tight, and it wasn’t long before the feel of it, coupled with the riskiness of the entire situation, pushed me to the edge.
“Tilly…” I said, warningly.
“It’s okay…I am too.”
Then, my orgasm hit with force. I let out a violent shout as my balls emptied into the not-exactly-blushing bride, who was clearly in the throes of her own climax. We yelled and moaned together in pleasure, before calming down then disentangling without a word. I snapped off the condom and threw it into the bin.
“You know how to get to the registry office from here?” Tilly asked.
I nodded then clambered out of the car and back into the driver’s seat. I pulled on my hat and jacket and straightened myself up before starting the engine and driving to the original destination. I didn’t open the partition again until we pulled up outside the building.
“Ready?”
She nodded, and I resumed my professional persona as I helped her out of the car.
“Okay from here?”
Tilly nodded, and gave me a cheeky wink before heading inside. Just before she was swallowed into the gloom of the building’s hallway, I spotted a suspicious-looking stain on the back of her dress.
I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t my place.
HOMECOMING
Sophia Valenti
I’d just swallowed the last sip of my margarita when I felt the vibration of my phone in my purse. I pulled it out to read the text: Seven o’clock—and don’t forget your hairbrush.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. Glancing at the time, I became filled with panic. It was twenty minutes till seven, and I was with coworkers at a bar a few blocks from the office, celebrating the closure of a very lucrative contract for our agency. There was no way I’d be able to make it back home and then to Jason’s place in time. I’d been expecting to hear from him the following evening, having spent the week dreaming about the sinful pleasures he’d promised me upon his return. But he’d gone and surprised me, first by showing up early, and second by giving me an impossible task.
I offered a hasty good-bye to my staff, hoping they’d blame the liquor for my flushed cheeks. But I could feel the heat in my face, embarrassed because I was rushing off to have my bottom bared and spanked by the one man who knew my secret cravings—and didn’t hesitate to fulfill all of my kinky dreams.
I grabbed a cab uptown, asking the driver to wait while I ran inside to fetch the hairbrush from the vanity in my apartment. The brush was an antique, made of sturdy mahogany. It was beautiful and the mere sight of it made my cunt clench. To any visitor, it appeared as innocuous as any of my other beauty tools, but I knew the truth—that it was a precious gift from my master and that he regularly used it to spank me until I begged him for mercy. It was an ever-present reminder of my submission to him, never letting me forget the pain and pleasure he so easily and readily bestows upon me.
The cab ride to Jason’s place felt like it took an eternity, which wasn’t true, but it certainly took longer than the five minutes I had to spare. And I found myself at Jason’s door with my heart beating wildly and my pussy already wet—a full ten minutes past his deadline.
“You’re late, my naughty girl,” he hissed. Before I could apologize, he grabbed my hair firmly and pulled me toward him for a kiss. His tongue probed my mouth roughly, making me feel completely taken and possessed.
We were still standing in his hallway, kissing hotly, when he reached up and pinched my nipple through my blouse. I groaned into his mouth, feeling my face redden even more than it must have done already.
“Do you have it?” he whispered hotly in my ear.
Before presenting the brush to Jason, I looked up and down the hallway nervously, but I saw no one. I’m always worried someone will see me handing it to him, because seconds later they’ll no doubt hear the sound of wood meeting flesh and guess that I’m being punished. The thought always floods me with embarrassment and never fails to turn me on.
Jason took the brush from me and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside his apartment and locking the door behind us. He already had a chair set up in the middle of the living room, and he immediately sat down and tugged me over his lap.
That hello kiss was all the romance I’d get for a while, and I knew it. Jason tugged up my skirt and yanked down my panties so that they were banded around my thighs; I felt cool air course over my hot, wet sex and my clit pulsed with need. I wished with all my might that he’d touch me there, even though I knew he wouldn’t—at least not yet.
The smooth oval of wood swirled against my bare ass, a sleek tease that set my nerves on edge. My world was quite literally upside down as I lay draped across his lap, with my palms against the carpet and my hair hanging in loose curls around my blushing face.
“You already know how bad you’ve been,” he said, matter-of-factly. “So don’t expect any love taps from me tonight. You’re here to be punished. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered in a quavering voice. I was frightened and nervous, but I also couldn’t wait for him to start. I wanted him to hurt me, to heat my ass, to bring me to the edge of climax before he’d fuck me and take me over the edge with him in a shuddering explosion of bliss.
I held my breath when I felt him lift the brush from my cheek, attempting to steel myself for what was to come, but no matter how many times he’s spanked me with it, there’s no preparation for its wicked intensity. The wood connected with my naked skin, sounding as loud as a thunderclap and delivering a sharp spark of pain that flooded my body. My breath escaped in a rush, and he delivered the second blow to the other cheek before the sensation from the first even had a chance to completely register. In no time I was gasping and kicking, my panties sliding down my legs as Jason delivered blow after blow with harsh precision, until my entire ass felt hot and tender, and I was on the verge of tears. But even as I gasped and begged, I could tell that my pussy was slick with juice, arousal vibrating through me in a way I couldn’t deny.
Jason could no doubt hear the hitch of emotion in my voice. He’s that in tune with me—to my every movement and tiny utterance; it’s one of many reasons why I feel so loved by him.
Knowing I’d had enough, he dropped the brush and brought his hand between my thighs, trailing his fingers along my wet slit. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the feeling of his finger gliding inside me. He added more until my cunt was packed full, and I rocked back against him, grinding against his muscular thigh and loving the friction of his jeans against my swollen clit. My skirt was a rumpled mess, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was my desperate need to come.
“God, you’re so hot,” Jason muttered, his voice thick and heavy with want. “You’re ass is red, and your cunt’s absolutely dripping. And you’re just so damn sexy when you’re bad. What am I going to do with you?”
In answer to his own dreamy question, Jason eased me off his lap and positioned me on my hands and knees. Wasting no time, he stripped and slipped his cock into my pussy, and we both moaned softly. Jason rocked in and out of me, his pelvis slapping against my ass flesh and reawakening the burn of his blows. Each new wave of heat made my cunt drip that much more, encouraging him to pick up his pace. Before long, he was slamming into me wildly and reaching around my body to strum my clit. In one beautiful, overwhelming moment, I let go—let all of those feelings break and swirl around me, carrying me into a breathless state of ecstasy. Jason followed me seconds later, groaning as he shuddered and plunged into me one last time, before we collapsed together on the carpet.
Jason sat back and pulled me close to him for tender kisses that made me feel cherished, making the moment more perfect than it already was. To be in his arms once again was like coming home, and there was no place I’d rather have been.
DRESS ME UP PRETTY
K. Lynn
Okay, you can look now.”
Nathan did as he was told, opening his eyes and taking in the sight of his boyfriend. He felt his breath catch in his throat, and his fingers dug into the edge of the bed where he was sitting. Across the room, Tony stood by the door, looking like he was about to bolt with one wrong word.
He was beautiful, that was Nathan’s first thought. When Tony had promised him a surprise for his birthday, he never imagined this. But there was Tony, in a red silk dress that was pulling across his chest and emphasizing hard muscles instead of the cleavage it was designed for. The fabric held no pattern, no ornate stitching or lace to make it stand out as anything special. It bunched tighter at the waist, giving the illusion of curves that Tony didn’t possess, and then flared out before it stopped midthigh on his smooth legs.
“Holy fuck, you shaved, too?” Nathan asked, his breath speeding up to keep time with his racing heart rate.
Tony shifted his legs, and Nathan could see a blush rising in his cheeks. “Just the legs. It looked stupid if I didn’t.” He ran his hands down his thighs, trying to smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles of the material. “Is this okay? I mean, this was what you wanted, right?”
Nathan’s mind was screaming yes, this was exactly right, but he tried to temper his eagerness. “You look so hot, you know that?” Tony’s blushing wasn’t going away, but he gave a soft smile, so Nathan figured he was okay with the compliment. “What made you change your mind?”
“You mean after asking me for five years?” Tony laughed then gave a shrug, causing his dress to inch up his thighs as he did. Nathan’s fingers once again clenched at the mattress, aching to take hold of the delicate flesh. “You only turn thirty once, so I figure you deserved it.”
Nathan could feel himself growing hard in his boxers. When Tony had left a note on his pillow, ordering him to strip out of his clothes, Nathan figured they were just going to have sex. Now, it seemed more like his boyfriend was watching out for Nathan’s health. If he still had his jeans on, circulation to vital body parts would have been an issue.
“Come here.” His voice was rough, which caused Tony’s smile to grow wider.
“You like this, huh?” Tony asked, taking small steps toward the bed. Nathan wasn’t sure if it was because he was trying to prolong the teasing or if the dress was hindering his movements. With each step, the material would ride up his thigh, giving a tease before falling back into place.
When Tony came close enough, Nathan placed his hands on his boyfriend’s hips, pulling him in. As Tony’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, bracketed by Nathan’s legs, he gave a short laugh. “You’ve caught me, now what are you going to do with me?”
“I think it’s time I unwrap my present.” Nathan ran his hands down the red silk, the fabric tickling his fingers until he hit the edge where material met flesh. He dipped his fingers beneath the edge, working his way back up the smooth legs until he touched something rough at Tony’s hip.
“No,” Nathan said, his eyes widening as he looked up at Tony.
His boyfriend nodded, placing his hands on Nathan’s shoulders. He licked his bottom lip before he answered. “Had to have the whole package, didn’t I?”
Nathan pushed the dress up so that he could get a better look at what lay beneath. And there they were, a pair of red silk panties, lined along the edge with the lace he had felt before. The soft material pulled over Tony’s hips, but the bulge of his cock stretched the material almost to breaking. They were definitely not designed for the something extra Tony had.
“You like?” Tony asked, trailing his hands up from Nathan’s shoulders to skim along his ears and cheeks before resting there.
Nathan could see the tip of Tony’s cock peeking out of the waistband of the panties, flushed pink and already leaking a bit of precome. He focused his attention on the hardened cock beneath the silky fabric, pressing his face against it to give tiny kisses. Nathan hooked his fingers around the lace waistband and pulled the panties down to Tony’s thighs, watching his boyfriend’s cock spring free.
He grasped the hardened cock with his right hand, rubbing his thumb down the underside to tease it into full arousal. It never took Tony long to go from willing to able when Nathan started. Nathan leaned forward, giving the tip of Tony’s cock a swipe with his tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of his precome. Tony’s hands tightened on Nathan’s face as he opened his lips to start taking in the hardened cock. He pushed forward and pulled back little by little until he had half the length in his mouth. He had never been able to deep-throat Tony, but his boyfriend didn’t mind. Nathan had a system and it worked just fine.
As his right hand pumped the base of Tony’s cock, Nathan hollowed his cheeks and sucked the end, pulling the cock in and out of his mouth. He could feel Tony was getting closer to the edge, his moans increasing with each squeeze of Nathan’s hand. His own cock was to the point of aching now as well, pressing against the seam of his boxers and begging for release. Nathan ran his left hand down, beneath the elastic of his underwear, and gripped himself. He began to squeeze his own cock in time with Tony’s, trying to get them both off. Tony’s only reaction was his increased panting, jerking his hips up each time Nathan’s mouth ran along his length.
Nathan sped up his hands, bringing them closer to release, when he felt Tony still beneath his touch. That was the only warning he had before warm come flooded his mouth, and he worked hard to swallow it all down. Nathan continued to rub himself, squeezing and swallowing in sync, until his hips gave a jerk and he could feel his boxers grow sticky and wet.
He drew back, his mouth releasing Tony’s spent cock, and gave it one last squeeze before letting go. Nathan withdrew his hand from his boxers, wiping it on his underwear to try and get rid of some of the mess. He looked up at Tony, whose expression was still a bit dazed, but he seemed to be coming back to his senses.
“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Tony asked, his words coming in short gasps as he tried to catch his breath.
“Get off on you,” Nathan corrected, moving his hands until they were once again on Tony’s waist, his fingers grabbing the bunched material of his boyfriend’s dress. “But it was a wonderful present, thank you.”
Tony just hummed, rubbing his thumbs along Nathan’s cheeks. “Maybe if you’re good, I could be convinced to do it again.”
Nathan’s eyes widened a little as he smiled up at him. “Something to look forward to for my next birthday?”
Tony gave a short laugh. “Or before. You never know when I might surprise you.”
COMMITTEE WORK
Jeremy Edwards
Oh, am I early?” Lorraine looked around the conference room. “I was afraid I was a little late.”
“No, you are a little late,” said Dr. Melling cheerfully. “But only a little.”
After being a junior colleague of Dina’s for two years, Lorraine didn’t know why she still had a tendency to think of her as “Dr. Melling”—especially since the department favored pr
ofessor over doctor on the rare occasions that they bothered with formality. Maybe it was the warm but penetrating character of Dina’s eyes, as seen through those adorably round-and-tiny glasses. Dr. Melling, always shining through these glasses, had a confidence-inspiring presence—at the same time, paradoxically, as Lorraine’s lust for her inevitably made the assistant professor a self-conscious, neurotic mess.
“How are you tonight?”
“Not bad,” Lorraine replied. Settling into her seat, she then added a “How about you?”—but she was conscious of having waited an instant too long to say it, thus introducing a moment of awkwardness. She was also acutely aware that she wouldn’t have given a thought to such a trivial blunder around anyone besides Dina.
“Where’s the rest of the committee?” She hurried now to propel the conversation forward. Meanwhile, Dr. Melling had turned her head to glance at the crisp notebook that lay slightly to her right on the table, and Lorraine found herself fascinated by a lick of hair that curled past the nape of the lovely woman’s neck.
“Three people have been in touch with lame excuses. So it’s going to be just us tonight.”
Though she knew that her long-simmering attraction to Dina Melling had been part of why she’d volunteered for this administrative extracurricular, it had never occurred to Lorraine that they’d end up alone together upon convening. As far as she could remember—and, of course, she would remember—she hadn’t ever been alone with Dr. Melling under any circumstances.
They proceeded with the committee work. Because of the poor attendance, decisions were made quickly: two faculty members could only generate so much deliberation. Moreover, Lorraine was too awed by the other woman’s smooth competence, and too damp and giddy from her one-on-one nearness across the table, to contribute much.
“So that’s that,” said Dr. Melling after thirty minutes. She smiled at Lorraine. “Now I just have to get off my erogenous ass and find some more reliable faculty members to join us next time around.”