Nice Girls, Naughty Sex

by Jordan LaRousse

  Still looking down at herself, she pulled apart her closed lips and began to gently rub her clit with one glitter-polished nail. A slippery, wet film covered her finger, but deep inside, she felt empty. She needed something in her.

  Hayley got up and went over to her dresser. Pulling open one of the lower drawers, she moved aside some papers and pens to uncover a long box. Inside, the pink, rippled surface of a rubbery-smelling dildo greeted her. She had bought her first sex toy a week ago, in desperation, but with her roommate constantly around, she hadn’t found time to use it. She pulled the dildo out of its box and laid it on the bed.

  It was heavier than she had remembered. With one tanned knee resting on her bedspread, she pulled the T-shirt over her head, uncovering firm breasts and red nipples, which were small and already hard. She lay back and pushed a pillow under herself. Hesitantly, she picked up the dildo, flicked the switch, and put the vibrating head against the mouth of her pussy.

  It felt good, so she pushed it in a little. Then a little further. She felt her pussy opening under the pulsing pressure. The toy went so deeply inside her that her fingers pushed against her wet lips. At first, her motions were awkward and stilted, but as her mind wandered back to the men in the other room, to the sweat on their arm hair and the strong muscles of their backs, she gained rhythm. She didn’t notice the deep moans she made as she moved the dildo in and out of herself more and more quickly, building toward her peak. It was at that very moment that the men burst through the door.

  Hayley was so close to a mind-blowing orgasm, and so turned on by the sight of the men standing around her, taut with adrenaline, that, in spite of her fear, her pussy pushed ahead of her and over the edge. It clenched visibly in a series of spasms around the dildo.

  The dazed men took in the scene, their eyes focused on the trickles of cum staining the insides of Hayley’s soft thighs.

  Jimmy drew in a deep, ragged breath. DeShawn stepped forward and pulled a blanket off the floor. He threw it over her, and it tickled against her breasts, which were sensitive from her own touch. DeShawn’s huge eyes followed the light traces of freckles over her cheekbones. She noticed that his pants were bulging with the insistent pressure of an enormous erection.

  “We’re sorry,” said a young man whom she didn’t recognize. “We thought something else was going on.” He took a few stumbling steps back from the bed and peered at her, seemingly innocent, from behind his thick, black eyelashes. His pants were tented out from his body in a commanding triangle that seemed too large for his small frame. Hayley noticed with satisfaction that all of the men were dealing with what looked to be near-painful levels of hardness. They were desperately trying to control their excited breathing.

  “I guess we should leave you alone then, Hayley, since you’re okay,” Omari said gravely. But none of them moved. All of the men stayed in their crouched, wary positions, and Hayley remained splayed and motionless under the blanket.

  “Then again,” Hayley murmured, pulling the blanket away. She exposed her soaked thighs and the dildo that was beginning to slide out of her.

  Jimmy was the first to take the bait, as she knew he would be. His eyelids drooped slyly over gleaming, green-brown eyes, and he drew a hand roughly through the tawny tips of his dark blond hair.

  “Then again . . . ” he rasped from somewhere deep inside his throat. “We are here to protect and serve, and you seem in need of service.” He glanced with haughty disgust at the dildo.

  “You have a problem with my toy, Jimmy?” Hayley asked, meeting his taunting gaze.

  “Yes,” he said calmly, “because I’ve got something that’s much better for you.”

  “You do?” she asked coyly, shifting her weight and shaking her breasts slightly.

  He murmured in assent. Then he snapped his fingers at the unfamiliar young man. The stranger was achingly pretty, with inky curls and eyelashes that were noticeable from across the room.

  “Rookie, come here.” Jimmy snapped his fingers again. The boyish man moved forward, glancing shyly first at Hayley, then at Jimmy. “Well, don’t just stand there, rookie. Get her ready for some cock.”

  Gaining confidence at the close-up sight of Hayley’s glistening tits, the rookie leaned aggressively forward, tossed the dildo to one side, and grasped Hayley’s calves. He pulled her to the edge so that her ass was resting on the bed and her feet on the carpet. He looked up at her through his long eyelashes and licked his finger. Then he delicately touched her clit, twice.

  Hayley drew in a breath. Her clit glistened as it peeked out, hard and red, from between her lips. The rookie looked over his shoulder and smiled at the other men, who were standing in a semicircle, their guns resting back in their holsters. Then he leaned forward and began licking her gently.

  He licked the cum from around her lips and looked up into her eyes. She leaned back on the bed, her hands twisting inside his delicious black curls, and he slid his tongue once down the length of her lips and then inside her, almost as though it was an accident. Hayley gasped and whimpered as the pulsing muscle of his tongue worked inside her, its soft strength twisting against the walls of her pussy.

  She felt an insistent pressure against her mouth, and she looked up to see Omari’s short, thick cock. He tapped her lips insistently with his head and, as she opened her mouth wide, he slid it all the way in.

  The rookie stopped licking her. She murmured in protest, pulled her mouth from Omari’s cock, and looked down, feeling cheated. However, her frown loosened when she realized that he had stepped back only to remove his pants. A dark, hard, perfectly shaped cock rose out of his boxers.

  She moaned, “Yes, please fuck me,” but Jimmy shoved the young man into the corner of the room.

  “That’s all for now, rookie. It’s not like you’re going to get what the rest of us do.”

  The rookie paid no attention to Jimmy. He was gazing at Hayley and violently stroking his cock. He twitched, and a thick stream of cum shot across the bedside table. Jimmy laughed and turned back to the bed.

  Hayley got on her knees, to take turns on Omari’s and DeShawn’s impressive hard-ons. DeShawn had been shy about the situation at first, but when his long cock had reached a level of torturous hardness, he could no longer resist Hayley’s ready mouth.

  He talked her through the motions in a velvety, baritone voice. “Yeah, that’s it. Take that cock. Lick those balls, baby. Come on now, girl. That’s it.”

  Omari didn’t say anything; he just grabbed the hair at the back of her head and pulled her face onto him.

  As Hayley licked and sucked the two men, Jimmy guided her down so that she was lying on her back. Omari and DeShawn took turns carefully fucking her wet mouth as Jimmy moved the head of his cock against her clit. He was the biggest, the thickest, that she had ever seen. His erection looked especially sexy against his lean frame. Jimmy teased her by moving his head in slow circles against her pussy.

  “Are you going to let me be the first cock in you? Is that what you want? Huh? Is that what you want, baby girl? You want this cock first?” he asked her over and over.

  Alex had other ideas. Wrenching her from the other men, he grabbed Hayley around the waist and lifted her into the air, bringing her soaked pussy down onto his hardness. Hayley cried out with pleasure. Jimmy shouted angrily from behind her, but she didn’t care; she finally had a man inside her.

  Alex laid her down on the bed and pounded her so hard that the headboard crashed against the wall.

  Alex had seized the first fuck, and the mood in the room changed. Everything became charged and frenzied. Omari pushed Alex out of the way and shoved his short, thick cock inside her. He, like Alex, pounded her as hard as he could until he came inside her. His last few strokes were so slow and deliberate after the fierceness of the banging that they almost sent Hayley over the edge.

  But before she could come, Omari withdrew and DeShawn flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He slid his black length slowly into her until she co
uld feel his balls against her lips. He fucked her gently and slowly for the first few thrusts, feeling her out and waiting for her to open to him. Once he settled inside, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Then he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before. She almost bit her tongue as DeShawn growled, “You like this cock, you naughty girl? You like getting fucked by this fat dick? You’ve gotten a lot of good cock tonight, haven’t you?”

  “Yes,” she gasped between thrusts.

  DeShawn pulled out, and Jimmy at last began to maneuver his enormous cock inside her.

  “You have a nice, tight little pussy, girl,” he said.

  Her pussy began pumping harder, and Jimmy smiled, thrusting all the way inside her. She gasped at his size, and when he completely filled her, he paused. Then he pulled out and plunged back into her with long, smooth thrusts. He caressed her hair gently and lifted her chin, sliding in and out of her. He ran his thumb along her lips as he slowly built momentum. Hayley began to build toward orgasm before Jimmy pulled out and rolled her over. He placed his wet head against her mouth.

  “Are you going to suck me dry, Hayley? Do you want to taste my cum?”

  She had fantasized so many times about Jimmy and his cock, but she had no idea what a lovely, dirty mouth he had. She wanted to play with him as much as she could.

  She opened wide, and he stroked himself until she could see that he was about to erupt. Hayley smiled and pushed his cock away. Reaching up, she pulled Jimmy down onto the bed.

  “What are you doing?” It was a frustrated growl.

  “I haven’t come yet,” she replied sweetly, looking up at him, “and you’re going to make me come.”

  She climbed on top of him, guiding him into her, and began to ride him slowly. He grabbed her ass and thrust up into her, trying to take control. She felt several pairs of hands caress her hips and her ass. A finger brushed over her asshole.

  “Look at that tight little pink thing,” DeShawn said to the others. She felt wet fingers tracing her aching rim, opening and loosening it. One of the men slowly slid a finger into her as Jimmy moved inside her pussy from below.

  Then she heard Omari’s voice: “I’m first.” And he slid his thick cock up her ass as Jimmy continued to thrust inside her.

  The feeling of the two men moving against each other was exciting, and they inspired Hayley’s dirtiest desires. Taking charge, she ordered the two men to stop. She stood up, and somehow the young, petite woman looked to be a powerful, statuesque goddess. She fired off sexual commands like she had been born to it.

  “Omari, to the end of the bed. Alex and Jimmy, come forward. I want both of you in my pussy.”

  Facing away from the prone Omari, she lowered her soaking asshole onto Omari’s cock, and he slowly stroked in and out of her. She lay back onto Omari’s chest and spread her legs out to each side, looking seductively at Jimmy and Alex. The men glanced at each other hesitantly as they approached her.

  Jimmy began to work his head inside her, stroking until he almost reached his breaking point. He stepped back, and Alex took his turn. Pressure hit her pussy walls from both sides as they took turns entering her pussy. DeShawn moved up to the head of the bed and lowered his cock into her mouth as Jimmy and Alex alternated inside her, panting. Omari was pounding her asshole. The rookie emerged from the corner and played with her nipples and stroked himself. The air was filled with moans and cries, and the slapping of skin on skin. The feeling of cocks filling her almost to the breaking point was too much for Hayley, and she came hard, pulling her mouth away from DeShawn’s cock and screaming. As she came, first Alex and then seconds later Jimmy shot their loads all over her stomach. The clenching of her asshole drew hot streams out of Omari, and the rookie shot hot cum all over her bouncing tits. DeShawn exploded into her mouth, and warm liquid oozed down her chin.

  They had no time to bask in the afterglow. Almost as soon as they finished, the sound of the lieutenant’s car pulling into the driveway reached them. None of the men had given Loo any thought at all, and now they realized that their kindly boss had been getting them fried chicken while they fucked his daughter.

  Panic ensued. The men grabbed for their pants. Jimmy found a can of air freshener and sprayed it wildly around the room. Hayley rolled the abandoned dildo under the bed, grabbed her bathrobe, and headed for the shower. The men bumped into each other as they ran to the kitchen and rearranged themselves around the table. Their halfdrunk beers were warm. The door creaked open, and the lieutenant came in, looking slowly around.

  “I heard a loud scream,” he said, “and I thought it came from in here.”

  Before any of the men could say anything, he walked around the corner and saw the broken door.

  “What the hell? What’s happening here, men?” He came back to the kitchen looking confused and angry.

  Jimmy got up from the table. “We’re sorry, Loo, we should have met you at the door so you wouldn’t be alarmed. Your daughter was home, and she had a nightmare and screamed. We didn’t know what was going on, so we broke down the door. She was pretty frazzled. She’s in the shower now, settling her nerves.” Jimmy tried not to imagine Hayley with water streaming over her naked flesh, washing his and the other men’s cum from her skin. His heart thudded. The lieutenant stared searchingly at him.

  “That’s a mighty strange story, Jim. And none of you were worried when I was gone for an hour and a half getting fried chicken? I had a flat tire. I tried calling all of you, and none of you answered.”

  “Loo,” Jimmy laughed nervously, “we had our ringers off so we could concentrate.” The men prayed anxiously that no one would call them as the lieutenant’s suspicious gaze turned toward hostile—a ringing cell phone was all they needed now to blow the story.

  That night, long after his men had gone home, and long after he had seen his exhausted daughter fall into impenetrable slumber, the lieutenant examined the events of the night. He thought of how Jimmy was always talking about his gut, saying that it bothered him when he smelled something funny. There was definitely an unpleasant scent lingering around the lieutenant’s nostrils now.

  But he was an excellent detective. He would get to the bottom of it.

  BLOW ME

  Rachel Kramer Bussel

  The frothy shot landed in front of Kate before she had even scanned the chalk-scrawled menu hanging in front of her. The bar looked old, with its worn, scuffed wood and weathered posters on the walls, but that’s how she preferred her dives—used, secondhand, scruffy, the beer hall equivalent of a five o’clock shadow.

  She’d done a reverse commute from her newly gentrifying neighborhood to find this joint. It had been a long day and an even longer month since she’d moved to San Francisco. The job pickings here were slim, and she’d been scraping by, hoping that once Frankie got out here, being poor would be mitigated by getting fucked into glorious oblivion every night.

  She’d called him an hour ago, wanting to hear his sexy voice, planning to tell him how much she’d missed his cock, missed taking it between her lips and going down, down, down.

  She’d been in bed, wearing her favorite negligee—her only negligee, truth be told, but still her favorite—with its deep, dark blue silk, the kind that could make anyone want to get lost in it, the kind that spoke of the ocean and ink and lust. It accentuated her pale skin, complemented the light freckles that tickled her cheeks, and with her lips stained dark, bloodlike red, she knew the contrast was striking.

  Though Frankie couldn’t appreciate the sight of her negligee during phone sex, he could certainly appreciate her description of it. And honestly, Kate put it on more to get herself in the mood. It had worked, all too well. She was extremely horny and she smiled to herself, lying prone in bed. She could practically taste Frankie’s cock as she listened to the phone ring.

  She immediately spit out the imaginary cock when a woman answered in the exact tone she was intending to use. She threw her phone against the wall, not satisfi
ed watching it smash to pieces, hearing the echo of the woman’s sultry croon through the damaged microphone.

  Her anger did nothing to quell her desire. Her clit was practically ready to burst, with no one to even talk dirty to. The only ready solution : seduce someone else. No good letting the outfit go to waste.

  It was a split-second decision, the fight-or-flight kind that needed no second opinion. She slipped on her skinniest pair of skinny jeans, no panties, and let the silky nightgown fall to her waist. She took her long, almost-black hair down from its clip and shook it out, trying to look as sultry, sexy, and come-hither as possible.

  For all her efforts, she still must have looked like she needed a pick-me-up. Or a fuck-me-hard. After all, it wasn’t every day that a bartender poured such a provocative shot without being asked.

  She typically didn’t drink much, save for the occasional glass of champagne, but Kate wasn’t the kind of girl who could resist a good blowjob—real or liquid. Her mouth puckered in anticipation of the drink before her, just as it did when she knelt before a man’s impressive cock or felt a solid erection through tight denim. A vision of dick after dick, cocks she’d known and blown, flashed through her mind . . . the meatiest, sexiest, and hardest being Frankie’s. He’d managed to make her believe in forever after she’d long foresworn it.

  Now here she was, back to giving another anonymous blowjob.

  She leaned forward and parted her lips, surprised to find some of the anger and frustration that had driven her to the bar dissipating as soon as she touched the foam on the glass. She was just about to knock it back when the bartender who’d served it said, “You look like you could use a blowjob.” His tone was low, his mouth whispering right next to her ear.

  It was true, Corey thought. There was just something about the look on her face, like she needed to be seduced, aroused, and thoroughly engaged—the kind of action you can really only get from good oral sex. Nothing against fucking, but he’d always found that having his face smothered in pussy or watching a woman try to swallow him down was even more intimately overwhelming and satisfying than the pleasures of intercourse.