by Jean Roberta
‘Are you wet for me?’
She looked at him through hooded eyes, not knowing what to say, not knowing why he was teasing her.
‘Are you thinking about me or your husband?’ he whispered, brushing his lips against hers as he spoke.
Breathing hard, she pressed her lips against his, hungry for his mouth, but he pulled away as he began stroking her swollen clit, making her lean her head back against the door as she sighed with pleasure. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, she didn’t want him to stop.
He briefly crushed his lips against hers. ‘Who are you thinking about?’
Again, she failed to answer, she knew that she should say her husband, but if she did that, he might stop.
Watching her face, he pumped his finger into her wet cleft as his thumb rubbed her clit, making her body buck as her moans increased.
‘Tell me.’
‘Oh, God …you… I’m thinking of you,’ she panted.
Satisfied at having finally got the answer he wanted, he withdrew his finger, released her wrist and kneeled in front of her, swiftly pulled off her knickers and pushed her legs further apart as he hitched up her floaty summer dress, before running the tip of his tongue over her clit.
Liking the fact that the minor touch made her cry out, he set out to improve on it and grabbed her bum before plunging his tongue deep into her warm, juicy wetness, using his nose and his mouth to stimulate her. Digging his fingers into her soft warm skin, he lost his grip of the dress and it fell over his head, hiding him from her view as he continued to lick and suck her pussy.
Throwing her head back, a scream of ecstasy caught in her throat as her arms flailed about, needing something other than the smooth wood of the door to grip onto, her legs trembled, making her think she might collapse; hastily, she clawed at her dress, dragging it up to enable her to run her fingers through his soft thick hair, that wasn’t at all stiff with styling products as she expected. Not that she could believe what was happening, but she had never felt to good; Nicholas so rarely went down on her, and even then, he didn’t really seem to enjoy it.
Matthew held her tight, burying his face against her pussy, lapping up everything she had. She looked down at him, feeling the wave approaching, she held his hair tightly between her fingers as she thrust her hips forward, her clit being massaged as he ate her.
With a violent shudder, she screamed as she climaxed, gripping his head as he gripped her bum, drinking the resulting deluge.
As the echoes of the orgasm subsided, she tenderly ran her fingers through his hair as he continued to gently lick her swollen clit, standing up after a few minutes and pressing his twitching cock against her as he whispered into her ear.
‘You taste so good.’
She didn’t get a chance to respond before he picked her up, effortlessly carrying her to the bed and throwing her down on it, before straddling her and pulling her into a sitting position to pull her dress straight over her head.
Though his cock twitched hard, angry at being ignored, he appeared the image of calm and patience as he reached around her to unhook her bra before slowly slipping it off; he was sucking her erect nipple before the bra hit the floor, running his tongue around the bud before taking it into his warm mouth, pulling and pinching the other.
She looked down at the man sucking her nipples, the man she didn’t even know, the man who was making her feel so good and instead of making him stop, ran her fingers through his hair as she submitted to the warmth of his mouth.
All of a sudden, he stopped and jumped off the bed, holding her gaze as he undressed.
As he came toward her, naked and standing to attention, her eyes widened slightly, the anticipation making her body tingle.
He held himself above her, parting her legs with his own.
‘I love to feel your fingers in my hair.’
He didn’t say anything more and eagerly thrust his engorged cock into her waiting pussy, making her scream, her hands flying up to hold onto his bum, digging his nails into him as he worked his hips in a figure of eight as he slowly pumped inside her.
He watched her as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her slippery pussy, loving how wet she was and the intense pleasure registered on her face. Between his desire for her and her being so tight, he wasn’t sure that he could last long, but surprised himself, managing to gradually increase the speed of his thrusts until she was ready to climax. With her eyes closed, she continued to moan loudly as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and he withdrew until just the tip of cock was inside her. The lack of movement and no longer being filled made her open her eyes to return his gaze.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ he panted.
‘Oh God, no!’
Though his merciless teasing took a lot of will power, he continued to hold his cock at her pussy lips until she could take no more.
‘Matthew…please fuck me!’
Smiling, he plunged his cock back into her eager, hungry pussy, making her cry out as she arched her back, disbelieving how deep inside her he was.
The muscles in his arms were burning, but he barely noticed it as he fucked her hard, making his balls swing as he rammed his cock into her, determined to make her feel better than she ever had, determined to make her scream even louder.
She didn’t disappoint; her orgasmic scream was loud enough for the whole floor to hear, he arched his back as he shot his hot fluid inside her, feeling her muscles tightening around his shrinking flesh.
Still panting, her mouth and lips dry, she didn’t say anything as he flopped down next to her, neither did he; they lay together, sweaty and satisfied, neither minding the clammy feel of the other’s skin.
Feeling comfortable, she found herself drifting off, and didn’t know how long she was asleep before being woken by his tongue running up her spine, all the way from her lower back to between her shoulder blades. He then pressed his chest against her back, and wrapped his arm around her waist before whispering in her ear.
‘Don’t feel guilty, just think of it as a holiday fling.’
As she felt his weight shift off the bed, she turned to watch him put on his clothes before leaning over her to kiss her lips.
‘Thanks for a fantastic night, Charlotte.’
Not knowing how to reply, she remained silent and just looked into his eyes, continuing to do so as he walked to the door.
‘Bye, beautiful,’ he smiled, before leaving the room.
He was gone. She couldn’t believe what had just happened and, were it not for the gratifying throbbing between her thighs, she would have thought it was a dream. However, thinking about his words, she decided that he was right; it was a one-night stand, one night of fun, there was no reason for her to feel guilty, she wasn’t going to see him again. It didn’t mean anything.
She fell asleep, happy that she didn’t have anything to worry about.
A week later, she had come back down to earth with a bump and wished she had taken some more time off so she hadn’t had to go back to work so quickly. Instead of relaxing and getting over her jet lag, she was rushing to leave the hospital after a busy day, after having received a call from Nicholas. On the spur of the moment, he had invited a colleague back for dinner and asked her to pick up a couple of bottles of wine on the way home. Though she would have preferred it to be just the two of them, she vowed to play the dutiful wife and not let it show.
The living room door was closed when she got in and she passed it to join her husband in the kitchen, where he was busy preparing the meal.
‘Hello,’ he greeted her with a peck on the cheek before taking the wine. ‘Let me introduce you.’
With his hand on her back, he lead her to the living room and as soon as he opened the door, she found herself stunned into speechlessness, her throat instantly drying up.
‘Charlotte, this is Matthew.’
‘Good evening, Charlotte, nice to finally meet you.’
‘Oh, er, hello, Matthew,’ she stuttered
, automatically shaking his proffered hand.
‘Right, I’ll leave you to it while I finish cooking.’ Nicholas left them alone.
Not quite believing that he was standing there, she stood silently staring at him.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he smiled warmly. ‘Nicholas talks about you so often, I couldn’t wait to meet you.’ He took a step toward her, his lips inches from hers. ‘Although, you look very different from the photograph on his desk…maybe it’s the tan.’
The Florist
by Eva Hore
The guy was fucking gorgeous. Ever since I first laid eyes on him I’d come in weekly to buy flowers from him. My house had never smelled lovelier. I wanted this man and decided that today I’d have him.
I knew he shut at 6.00pm, so I pulled up and parked a few shops down. When I saw him take in the sign I made my move. I entered the store breathless.
‘Oh, John, thank goodness I caught you,’ I said.
‘Melissa, hi. Running late, are you?’ he asked.
‘Yeah. I need some red roses and I was wondering if you could help me word the card?’
‘Yeah, sure. Who to?’
‘Actually, there’s this guy I fancy and I was thinking of sending them to him, you know, see what reaction I get,’ I said, coming around his side of the counter.
He was resting on the counter, pen poised, waiting. I leaned in towards him; his aftershave mingling with the scent of the roses made my head spin. I’d worn a shirt, unbuttoned low into my cleavage, short miniskirt and high heels. I noticed he was checking out my cleavage.
I was nervous, my face flushed, my heart beat madly as my pussy began to throb. I pressed my knee into his. He didn’t pull back.
‘The guy works in a florist. Has the cutest arse,’ I said, running my hand over his.
‘Oh,’ he said, playing along. ‘Does this guy know what a sexy thing you are?’
He traced the biro down my neck and into my bra. He pulled away the cup so he could see my nipples, giving one a few quick flicks with the tip of the pen.
‘I’m not sure. I was hoping I could show him,’ I said as seductively as I could, my tongue slipping out between my teeth.
‘I think he’d be really interested in seeing what’s under that skirt,’ he said.
‘Do you think he’d like this?’ I said dropping my skirt to the floor and stepping out of it.
‘I’m sure he would, especially if you bent over the counter, yeah, like that. With your arse begging to be touched, I’m sure he’d find you irresistible.’
I opened my legs as I braced myself against the counter. I was standing on my toes, my arse cheeks beckoning him. ‘Do you think he’d move the g-string out of the way and go down and lick my pussy?’
‘I’m sure he’d love too. Do you think you’d mind if he tore them off you?’
Before I had a chance to answer he ripped the flimsy material away. My pussy throbbed excitedly. I opened my legs wider, begging for his cock to enter my hungry pussy.
He ran his hand down my crack and over my juicy pussy. I ground my pussy onto his hand, allowing him to feel how wet I was. He moved in behind me, holding my hips firmly, pulling me back into him. I wiggled my arse seductively against his groin. I could feel his erection, so I pushed back harder.
I heard the zip come down and felt him fumbling behind me. I knew his cock was coming out. My pussy was getting wetter by the second and I gasped as I felt his knob probe me.
Now his fingers dug into my hips as he pushed his massive cock straight into my pussy. I gasped at the size of it. Oh, God, it felt so good. Deeper and deeper he pushed, filling me up, as I pushed back into him.
His hands reached forward and tore the buttons right off my blouse, roughly pulling the sleeves down and discarding it on the floor. He quickly unhooked my bra and grabbed at my breasts, massaging them and tweaking my nipples.
Then he pushed me forwards towards the roses that were still lying on the counter as he humped me mercilessly. My hands shot out crushing the petals to my body. It was so wild. I wriggled and pulled away from him, turning naked in his embrace.
His head bent down to take my nipple in his mouth. He sucked at it cruelly, the pain turning into ecstasy as he released his hold and tantalized it with his tongue. Licking, long and hard, then flicking at it crazily, driving me wild.
‘Do you think he’d like to fuck me on the counter, amongst the rose petals, where my legs could dangle off the edges or wrap themselves around his back?’ I asked breathlessly.
‘Oh, yeah, I think he’d like to fuck that hot pussy. He’d like to ram his huge cock in there and give it a pounding you’d never forget,’ he said still buried at my breast.
‘Then I think he should hurry before someone sees us,’ I whispered.
‘A bit late for that,’ a voice boomed from the doorway.
It was his wife.
‘Shit, Marcia, let me explain–’ he begged.
‘Explain, explain what?’ she said, coming in and pulling down the blind over the door.
I still had my naked back to her. I turned slowly, my breasts heaving from the excitement of being caught. She was gorgeous. I knew he was married because of his wedding ring, but I didn’t think his wife would be so good-looking.
She eyed me as she came closer. I tried to cover up my breasts but it seemed pretty ridiculous considering the rest of me was naked. John, I noticed, was still standing behind me. He’d made no effort to put his cock away.
‘So this is what you get up to while I’m home cooking dinner,’ she said.
‘Er, um…’ was all he said.
I had a feeling I was in for something other than what I’d planned.
‘Let me see her properly,’ she said to John.
John pulled away from me as she came behind the counter. I turned to face her. She ran her finger down my cheek, over my breasts, down my abdomen and into the hair of my pussy.
‘I see you’re not a natural blonde,’ she said.
Her fingers slipped inside my pussy. She removed them and smeared the juices on my thigh.
‘So you fancy my husband, do you?’ she asked.
I was speechless, unsure of what to say.
‘I said, do you fancy my husband?’ she said more firmly.
‘Yes, I do,’ I said smugly. How obvious was it, I mean I’d just let the guy fuck me.
‘John, go and get some of that twine over there. I think we should tie her up while I think about what I should do about this situation,’ she said, as her hand covered my mound.
She cupped my pussy while her other hand ran over my breasts, lingering on one nipple before giving it a quick squeeze.
‘Tie her hands together, pull them over her head and lay her out on the workbench out the back. I’ll be out there in a minute,’ she commanded.
John pulled me by the arm into their workroom. ‘Don’t worry, she won’t hurt you. She just wants to have a little fun. You’re up to that, aren’t you?’
‘She likes it both ways, does she?’ I asked.
‘You wait and see. You won’t be sorry she caught us,’ he said, tying up my hands and lying me on the table. He knotted the rope to a hook on the edge. I did wonder what it was there for and then he quickly pulled apart my legs, tying up each ankle and hooking the ends to the legs of the table.
He sprinkled rose petals over me and ran a thorny stem down my skin, scratching me lightly with it. Then he gently trailed the stem over my pussy lips and ever so lightly touched my clit. It sent electrifying shivers through me. I broke out in goose-bumps anticipating a night of raunchy sex.
‘You like this?’ he asked as his tongue licked my lips.
‘Oh, yes,’ I whispered.
‘And this?’ as his fingers explored my outer lips.
‘Yes, yes, I do.’
‘And when I tickle your clit like this,’ he said, rubbing it, ‘does it make you hot?’
‘Oh, God, yes,’ I could hardly breathe as he continued to
rub.
‘And when my fingers go in and …’ he quickly pulled away as his wife’s footsteps rang out on the wooden floor.
I lay there spread-eagled, my pussy dripping, wanting more, wanting John’s gorgeous cock filling me up. My nipples were rigid, excited, as I lay there exposed in front of these two strangers.
She’d returned dressed in a leather outfit. Thigh high boots, short miniskirt and a tight-fitting bra. Attached to her wrist was a snappy little whip.
‘Hmm, very nice,’ she said, coming over to inspect me.
My body tingled all over. I’d never had sex with another woman before and was dying to see how it would feel.
She was running the handle of the whip over me, lifting my breasts as though judging their weight and then on to my pussy. She prodded at the opening, teasing me with the end of the whip. She opened up the lips with one hand and pushed the handle in with the other.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ she asked.
I didn’t answer, but my nipples betrayed me by becoming more rigid and I was breathing hard through my nose. She removed the handle and lowered her face down, only inches from me. My whole body throbbed in anticipation of her mouth, but she stood and turned her attention to her husband.
‘You’ve been a bad boy,’ she said. ‘Take off your clothes at once.’
He did so immediately. His huge cock strutting before him. He had a magnificent body. All toned with great legs, that cute arse and of course his wonderful cock.
‘Get down on that floor,’ she commanded.
He didn’t move so she flicked him hard with a snap of the whip.
‘I said get down on that floor.’
This time he did and she strutted around him like a rooster checking out a hen. She lashed at him with the whip, welts breaking out over his back.
‘When I tell you to do something, you do it at once, understand?’ she yelled.
‘Yes,’ was all he said.
I was starting to panic now. Here I was tied up to the table, helpless with this madwoman calling all the shots. This wasn’t how I expected to be introduced into my first bisexual experience.
‘Get up,’ she said, kicking at him. ‘Get up and lick her pussy.’