Readerotica III – Erotica for Your eReader
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Readerotica III – Free Erotic Stories for Your Electronic Reader
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Chapter 1 – The Maestra – Chris Komodo
Chapter 2 – Butterflies at Dinner – H. M. Claus
Chapter 3 – Oasis - Kannan Feng
Chapter 4 – Light Refreshment - Dita Darker
Chapter 6 – On the Fly – Lynn Townsend
Chapter 7 – Body Heat - Lynn Lake
Chapter 8 – A Night to Remember - Wendy Reid
Chapter 9 – Spanish Dancing – Dee Turner
Chapter 10 – All Work No Play - A. Mitcham
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Confirmed. The Maestra. Suite 1701. 8 pm.
Alex looked at his wife sitting out on the balcony of their Central Park condo to see if she’d heard his phone beep. She hadn’t. She was engrossed in reading; not a novel, but the score to her orchestra’s current symphony.
Erin was pretty. Elegant. Bookish. Alex loved her to death. And even more so in the moments he knew he wasn’t giving Erin everything she deserved.
He looked back at the text message. Strange. Usually he told the agency where, and they’d send the girl. But there it was: “The Maestra.” He knew the historic hotel had some of the most expensive rooms in Manhattan. But the firm would cover him anyway, so what did it matter?
The Maestra. Luxury and elegance intertwine where our guests come to indulge. Expect world-class service inside our walls, and a bottle of Dom Perignon waiting inside your suite.
When Alex entered suite 1701 that night, he was greeted by not just a bottle of Dom, but a dominatrix, too.
He should have known something was up. The agency knew his tastes: brunettes and redheads, no surgery or silicone, and two girls preferable to one. He had never mentioned leather and cuffs.
Still, he thought, when a tall woman in thigh-high boots and a black leather corset tells you to strip naked and get on the bed, it’s hard to argue.
Alex felt the luxurious linens against his back and legs as the Mistress began to tie his arms down with soft, silk rope that could have come off the suite’s nine-foot-tall red velvet curtains.
All our suites feature the finest from the old world, including antique armoires and hand-carved four-poster beds.
He studied the Dom’s face as she wrapped the line around his ankles; her eyes read “girl next door” more than professional disciplinarian. After tying the last knot to the bedpost, she put on her short black overcoat, turned on the television, and said, “I’ll be back,” leaving Alex lying naked and restrained.
The program she left him with showed a woman in a bedroom stripping in front of some men. Bent over a bed, her backside facing the camera, she slid her skirt slowly over her ass until it fell to her feet, her bottom bare except for the thin black straps of her garter belt. Two studs in boxer shorts watched from either side.
So he was supposed to get warmed up watching porn until the girl returned? She certainly picked a low-budget flick – dim lighting, just one camera angle. He couldn’t even tell if the actress was hot or not. But with his hands bound to the bed, he couldn’t exactly switch to the hockey game.
Alex relaxed into the pillows as the woman on screen climbed onto her bed and laid down. A black-lace cupless bra propped up her pert tits, and her stockings and garter belt framed the dark hair of a well-trimmed pussy. The men – both fit and muscular – kneeled on the bed next to her.
Just then someone from off-camera crossed in front of the scene. What kind of budget crap was this? Alex wondered. The scene then jerked as if the camera had been picked up from a tripod. At least he might see some close-ups now, he thought.
The camera focused on the four masculine hands caressing the woman’s thighs, brushing against her sex. It followed them up her body as they stroked the underside of her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Alex felt his cock stir in anticipation of this starlet getting fucked by two capable studs. He wanted to watch; but even more, he wanted that dominatrix to get back and take care of his growing need.
Then, as the camera finished its journey up the woman’s body, the actress lifted her head from the pillows and looked straight into the camera. Alex gasped.
The cheekbones. The long eyelashes. The eyes! Sixty familiar details from her face raced through the wires onto his screen and jolted the neurons in his brain. He wanted to jump up to the TV to see if his eyes were deceiving him, but the ropes kept him pinned to the bed, powerless. He looked again. It was definitely her. It was Erin.
It hit him all at once. Erin knew about the trysts, knew about the call girls. And she apparently planned an elaborate scheme to get revenge on him. She wasn’t the vengeful type, he reflected, but discovering a cheating spouse can push anyone to extremes.
He averted his head from the screen even as his eyes fixated on the picture. The guys were now stroking themselves through their boxers, and the woman – Erin – was cupping and squeezing her breasts as she watched them masturbate.
When the hell did she record this?
Suddenly the scene swung around, and the face of the cameraman – camerawoman, actually – filled the lens.
“Hi, Alex,” she said, in a pouty, falsely apologetic tone. It was the Mistress. Who obviously wasn’t who she’d claimed. A friend of Erin’s? Or someone from her orchestra?
“I’m Jane, we haven’t formally met yet. Erin’s kinda busy right now, but she wanted you to know that this isn’t a recording – we’re live.”
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On Alex’s screen, the guys now sported erections beneath their boxers. He watched as Erin’s hand slipped from her breast down the length of her body and her middle finger slipped in between her labia. The young one pulled his cock out of his shorts and began running his hand up and down its smooth length.
So Erin had lured him here to force him to watch while other men drooled over her; that was his punishment. But that’s all she was going to do here, right? Give the guys a little show, maybe let them jack off a bit? Lesson learned?
As he reassured himself of this, Erin had already crossed that line. She was grasping a full, erect cock in each hand and stroking them both intently. She bit one side of her lower lip, looking every bit the hungry vixen.
Alex was helpless. Chided. Captive. He could move only his head. He looked closely at her pixilated image. Damn, she looked hot. It had been a while since he’d thought of anyone else lusting after her. But there she was, his familiar wife of nine years, giving raging hard-ons to two strange men.
Alex only now noticed the big rust and olive pillows she was leaning against – the same kind were behind his head right now. The video was shot in the same hotel.
Make the Maestra your place in the city for meetings and events. We can cater to everything from a 300-guest conference in the grand ballroom to a private 3-person business meeting en suite.
The three on the bed were getting down to business. The camera lingered on the sizeable cock in Erin’s hand, and on the man attached to it. Wait – that dark wavy hair, the square jaw – yes. Alex knew him.
It was Devan. The father of one of their kids’ classmates. Damn. He now remembered catching Devan flirting with Erin once, at school one evening after the winter play. He had seen them from a distance; she had brushed him off, politely. Had she wanted him then?
He didn’t recognize the guy on Erin’s other side. Smooth skin, blonde hair, young – early 20’s Alex guessed. Where did Erin find this one?
Clearly there were things Alex didn’t know about his wife.
Was she going to take this much further? Alex wondered. Or did she just want to teach him a lesson?
Back on his screen, Devan was lying prone with his face buried between Erin’s legs. She pulled the blonde one closer to her and demanded, in language Alex had never heard out of Erin, “Come put that hot, stiff cock inside my mouth.” Kneeling upright next to her, the young stud positioned his shaft against her pale cheek.
Alex’s last remaining illusions that Erin wouldn’t go all the way were evaporating before his eyes. Heated and conflicting emotions charged through him as he watched his wife take the young man’s penis into her mouth, the same mouth Alex kissed every night before bed. Every night he wasn’t away on business, that is.
She parted her lips willingly and let the bulbous head slide over her tongue and deep into the back of her mouth.
Alex was embarrassed, emasculated, and aroused all at once. For a moment he felt relieved that the ropes restrained him, that they denied him the burden of deciding how to react. What could he do but watch?
No seasoned porn star, the young guy soon threw his head back with his mouth agape. Jane apparently knew enough about porn to zoom in for the money shot. Erin began jerking his cock harder and faster, and pulled it from her lips just in time for the first spurt to shoot past her face onto the pillow behind, the ribbons of come drenching her pale cheek, her moist lips, her elegant collarbone, then her cheek again, and lastly, the fine sheets.
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Ok, they don’t actually advertise this service, but it is included.
Spent, the young man collapsed against the pillows next to Erin to recover and watch what was coming next.
With two fingers Erin lifted Devan’s chin and pulled him up to her. He knelt between her legs, his imposing cock hovering over her pussy like a zeppelin. Everyone seemed to lean in closer as Devan guided the big mushroom head of his cock towards Erin’s pussy and paused. Without hesitation she reached her arms out, grabbed Devan’s buttocks, and pulled him fully inside her.
Jane soon zoomed in on the center of action. The scene was blurry at first as the autofocus tried to lock on to Devan’s movements, but then in an instant it filled Alex’s screen entirely, like a close-up from a pornographic film: the vivid penetration of his delicate, musician wife by another man’s beautiful, thick cock.
Alex wondered if this was more than just payback. Maybe Erin enjoyed sexual adventure. Maybe she was just now learning this side of herself. Or maybe she’d wanted to explore it all along.
In Alex’s suite, a faint banging could now be heard on the wall behind him. He blocked it out at first, his attention focused on his wife’s escapades. But it soon grew louder and more distracting, each dull thump accompanied by some distant woman’s voice.
The pounding synced perfectly with the action on his screen, delayed by just a split second. Alex gasped for the second time that night.
Of course. Erin was fucking these men in the room right next to his, on the other side of the wall just a few feet behind his head.
He struggled again, harder. The ropes only tightened around his wrists and ankles.
She had planned this perfectly.
The banging intensified. The thick walls could only dampen Erin’s screams, not mask them. Each thrust, beamed so graphically to his eyes, knocked their bed against the wall and reverberated through Alex’s own bed underneath him.
Thrust, Bang, Moan. Thrust, Bang, Moaaaaannnnnnn. The visuals provoked him, the sounds aroused him, the jerking bed chastened and chastised him.
Alex turned away from the screen. He wanted to free himself and burst into her room to re-assert his control.
He wanted to free a hand and touch his aching cock.
Suddenly
the banging stopped. The moans trailed off. He sighed with relief;
she’s finally done.
But a moment later his bed was alive again
and Erin’s screams resumed, only higher and shorter than before.
They had changed position, Erin now on all fours facing the end of
the bed and looking straight into the camera as Devan pounded her
from behind.
He quickened his thrusts and she squeezed her eyes shut, her screams growing softer even as they inched up in pitch, as if her voice, her thought, all her usable energy was getting siphoned off to feed her snowballing orgasm.
Devan came with one deep groan, holding Erin tightly against him as his cock pulsed repeatedly within her. Erin’s climax arrived in full only after her last faint coo, rendering her voiceless as it washed throughout her body, her skin tingling and her head swimming with pleasure.
When she had regained her composure, she was looking straight at her husband, through wires and lightwaves, yet still –somehow – intimately. He searched her eyes expecting to see anger, or the satisfaction of sweet revenge. But he saw nothing like that. Maybe she had moved past those feelings. Maybe she never had them. But he knew his darling wife, and what he saw now on her face seemed just like … joy.
Erin noticed her pounding heartbeat and cooling sweat. She looked into the camera, took a full, deep breath, and smiled at Alex – a naughty, happy, deep, joyful smile.
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Alex’s screen went dark. All was still again. He lay bound on the bed with a raging hard-on.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door between the two suites opened, and Jane entered and began untying him. She noticed his erection and eyed him sharply before freeing the last knot.
“Erin is finished with her men now,” she informed him.
Alex rubbed his wrists and sat up on the side of the bed.
“Am I out of the doghouse yet?” he asked her meekly.
She laughed at him. “I doubt it. You haven’t been treating her as an equal, so you’re no longer her primary man.”
“Between you and me,” she added, “ you’re probably number five or so now.”
“Level with me here,” Alex looked up and begged. “Is she going to take me back?”
“I hope no time soon,” Jane snapped. She paused for a moment, reflecting on what Alex still meant to her friend. She resumed, more warmly, “If she does take you back, she’ll insist you indulge each other’s kinks together, as a couple. But you’ve got a lot of work to do first.”
She buttoned her coat over her leather corset. “You can start by getting in there and licking her pussy clean.” Tying her coat off, she left the room.
“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled.
Alex took a deep breath and joined his wife – artista, virtuosa, maestra – in suite 1702.
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Chapter 2 – Butterflies at Dinner
Tonight I am dressed in a slim black skirt with a loose red silk top tucked in to show my slender waist. My legs are covered in very sheer black stockings and I have on my black heels. I look classy and professional for a meeting with one of your business associates.
I am always happy to be there with you, on your arm, smiling and putting everyone at ease, but tonight is different. I am actually looking forward to a long evening of dry, scientific talk.
I am just misting a last spray of perfume as you walk into the bedroom. It takes my breath away to see you dressed for a business evening out. You cut quite a figure in your suit. Because tonight is not formal, you have left off the tie and your top button is open, a favorite look of mine.
You walk up behind me as I put on my earrings. You hold me close, pressing your body against my back and nuzzling my neck. I catch your eye in the mirror. You spin me around to face you, and give me a deep kiss, your hands roaming my body.
“It’s time to go. Are you ready?” you ask.
“Yes. More than ready.”
You smile in that mischievous way you have, and I melt a little inside. As we are walking out the door, you check your pockets, making sure you have everything you need for the evening.
Idle chatter focuses on sly compliments and innuendo on the way to pick up your associate. Once he and his lovely date are in the car, talk becomes the sort of small talk that includes everyone, but I keep my hand on your arm as you drive, making gentle contact.
We arrive at the restaurant, and I am impressed. I knew this man was important, but this place is really posh. As we are shown to our table you murmur in my ear, “I have always wanted to bring you here.” I smile and caress your hip as you seat me.
Drinks and food are ordered, and the conversation turns to the usual, a mix of business maneuverings and small talk. You have seated me next to Lydia, so we discuss the usual girl stuff as you two move to more technical discussion.
Suddenly, a soft vibration in my panties makes me jump a bit. Lydia pauses for a second in her dialog, noticing.
“Oh, I am sorry,” I say. “I just got a bit of a chill. Please, go on.”
Lydia continues her chatter about the spa she went to today and you catch my eye. You give me a knowing smile, and lay both hands on the table. I was wondering when you would make use of the wireless remote you have in your pocket, and now I know. You have set it on the lowest level, and now you are leaving it to gently tease me as you continue your discussion.
You are a wicked, wicked man, and I smile. Lydia thinks it is in response to her story and continues at a faster clip.
As the appetizers arrive, our paired conversations stop for a bit as we all sample and exclaim over the food.
The constant light stimulation on my clit is really beginning to make me feel a bit warm, and I know my eyes are getting bright, the way you always tell me they do when I am aroused. I uncross and recross my legs and as I do, I feel your hand caress me quickly under the tablecloth.
“So how did you two meet?” I am startled. Apparently Lydia is interested in our relationship. I wonder if we are giving the game away.
You chuckle and say, “That is a funny story, I’ll let Heather tell it.” I shoot you an exasperated look, for we both know perfectly well that how we met is not something discussed over a business dinner. I launch into my well-rehearsed edited and polished version, and you smile indulgently.
Out of the corner of my eye I see your hand stealing to your pocket, but I am still not quite ready when I feel the vibrations increase then decrease in a pulsing rhythm. I am ready enough not to give the game away, but my body is responding, and I can feel my juices beginning to pool inside of me.
I end my story and Lydia says, “Oh, you tell a wonderful story. You two must be very happy.” I mumble some vague assurances (I can’t quite tell you what, exactly), and I am glad that dinner arrives just then. You lower the pulsing of the butterfly to a steady medium speed now, to tantalize me through dinner.
It is a lifesaver that the food here is so astonishingly good. I could not carry on a witty conversation right now if I had to. The buzzing of the butterfly against me is a constant sensation in the back of my mind.
As the dinner plates are cleared away and desert is ordered, the level of vibration goes up one more notch. I know from previous experimentation that it is not yet as high as it can go, but I am still squirming a bit in my seat. Except for trying the Butterfly on at home to make sure that we know how it works, we have never played with it, and certainly not for so long.
You make eye contact and wink.
“I hope you will excuse us for a few moments. I see someone we know well, and would like to say hello, if that is OK? Can you two keep yourselves out of trouble?”
Jack and Lydia assure you that they will be fine, and glance at each other. The mood must be catching, I think to myself. They don’t look like they will mind being left alone at all.
You help me up, and take my arm to guide me through the restaurant to a door in one wall, sort of out of sight. You open it and pull me through into a dark room, your hands immediately going to my body, one on my breast as you press me against the wall, the other sliding up my thigh.
I open myself to your kiss, and let go of any concern. You must know this restaurant well, and I know you would never do this if you thought we would be caught. Business is too important for you.
As our tongues dance together, I feel your finger press against my soaked panties. You moan into my mouth then say “You are so hot and wet. Oh, I want to take you right here.”
Your hand leaves my breast and I feel the vibration speed up to the highest setting. I begin to shiver a bit as you slip your finger around the leg if my lace knickers and slide it smoothly inside me.
You rock your finger back and forth inside me, “I want you to cum for me right now,” you command and I obey.
The pressure that has been building all night is released, I cum quietly, shivering on your hand as you suck at my mouth passionately. As my shuddering slows, the vibration is turned down to the lowest setting again, which is more than enough to keep me charged.
You remove your finger, moving my panties back into place, and bring your finger to my lips. You trace my lips with my juices, then lean forward to suck them off of me.
You step back and put your finger to your mouth, sucking it clean as you adjust yourself.
“The sooner we get back to the table and have dessert, the sooner we will be able to have some real fun.”
We return to the table, and I can tell that our companions did not even miss us. They seem quite absorbed in a naughty discussion of their own. Dessert arrives, but I can’t say for sure what it is or what we speak about. I am in a reverie, just thinking of really getting my hands on you.
The drive to drop off Jack and Lydia is filled with useless but polite chatter. The two of them cannot keep their hands still in the backseat, although they are trying to be polite. My hand rests on your arm, as I try to focus with the buzzing between my legs driving me to distraction.
We all say our goodnights with hugging and hand shaking. We have made friends this evening, and I hope that means positive things for your business.
We leave for home, and I move my hand over your thigh to feel your hard length as you drive. I am surprised when you make an unexpected turn and pull into a small park. You move your seat back as far as it will go, and you reach for me with one hand.
“Fuck me now, I can’t wait. I am so hard for you.”
Your other hand is freeing your gorgeous cock from your pants as I slide over the center console to sit on your lap, raising my skirt, pulling aside my panties and lowering myself onto you.
One hand comes to rest on my hip, while the other turns up the butterfly, then moves to my other hip. Gently, you begin to set the rhythm, lifting me up and pulling me down while you rotate your hips subtly, filling me and massaging my inner walls with your movements. I can feel my panties brush against you with every thrust, as they pull away from my body and follow you back.
I gasp, nearly ready to slide over the edge, but you stop me.
“I want you to hold off. I am not far, and I want you to come with me. Don’t come until I say. OK, baby?”
“Yes.” It is all I can do to get even that word out.
There is something deliciously wicked about having needy sex in the car like this, and it really adds to the pleasure. As you continue to set the pace, going a little faster now, I begin to clench my pussy muscles on your cock.
I feel you jerk inside me, and you stab into me even more deeply. I know that you are about to let go, and I wait for your command. Holding back is sweet agony, but I want to come with you as badly as I want to follow your instructions.
“Cum with me!” It bursts out of you with your first load. I barely have time to think and I am gushing over you in time with your spasms. Oh God, it is so good. You pull me against you, still thrusting into me and holding me close as our orgasms recede.
Suddenly, your phone beeps with a text message. Keeping one arm around me, you first reach into your pocket to turn off the butterfly. I completely relax then, melting into you.
Next, you pull out your phone to check your message.
“We got it.” No more needs to be said. This evening was successful on every level. I wonder if the sexual energy had anything to do with Jack’s decision, but I am sure we will never know.
We relax and enjoy the night as we cool off before we head home. As I am drowsing on the way home, I think that we need to use the butterfly again.
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The arrivals gate was quiet at 3 a.m. There was a short string of taxis lurking at the curb and a smaller handful of cars scattered among them. In her blue Honda Civic, Kylie tapped her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, resisting the urge to reach for her phone and text Jace a quick message.
Instead she thought about their freshly-made bed and how wonderful it would feel to have him in it again. They had made do over the last few months with steamy texts and hot phone calls, but all of that had merely sharpened her appetite rather than satisfying it.
People started coming from the gate, and from the middle of a clump of businessmen, tourists, and other tired travelers, Kylie saw Jace wave to her.
In worn jeans and a wrinkled dress shirt, he looked more like an absent-minded professor than the security expert he was. His rumpled hair and glasses threw people off; most would never guess at the lean muscle and fighting form beneath the clothes.
Kylie popped the trunk for his duffel and then waited impatiently until he had stowed his bag and got in the car. He opened his mouth to say “Hello,” only to find that speaking was completely impossible when Kylie threw her arms around him and muffled his words with her lips.
They kissed long enough for the airport security guard to rap on the window. Blushing, Kylie pulled away from the arrivals gate.
“So I guess ‘did you miss me’ is a dumb question at this point?” asked Jace, a ridiculously satisfied smile on his face.
“Beyond dumb,” she retorted, pulling onto the highway.
“So what have you got planned?”
“Planned?” Kylie asked innocently. “It’s 3 a.m. or don’t you remember?”
“Yeah, but its not even dinner time yet in Kolkata. I could be up for hours.”
“Well, maybe we could think of something to do when we get home.” Kylie grinned, thinking again of their bed.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, Kylie steering with one hand while holding Jace’s hand tightly with the other. They came up on a rest stop oasis by the side of the road, the kind with restrooms, vending machines and not much more, and Jace pointed it out.
“Hey, mind stopping for a minute?”
When Kylie pulled into the deserted parking lot, she had barely taken the key from the ignition when she found herself tugged into a deep kiss. Jace slid his tongue gently between her lips, and startled, she sucked on it before pulling back.
“I thought you wanted food or something?”
“I never actually said that.”
That was all the warning she got before he slid one hand underneath her shirt, skimming his rough palm over the sensitive skin of her belly. He palmed her breast through her bra before dipping his fingers into the lacy cup. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pinched her nipple gently, making it tighten under his touch.
“Been a while since we fooled around in the car,” he murmured, pressing his face to the crook of her neck. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and she unfastened her seat belt to get closer to him.
Kylie thought for a wistful moment about their bed, just fifteen minutes away, and then he nibbled her neck and she found that she cared less about clean sheets and fluffed pillows than the way his lips felt on her sensitive skin.
“Oh, I missed you, baby,” he murmured. “Thought about you every night.”
“Oh?” Kylie said teasingly. She reached down between his legs to squeeze the bulge she found there.
“Are you sure that was all you were doing?”
He
groaned when she touched him so intimately and she felt his hips buck
under her hand. Kylie teased him for a few moments, stroking him
until his breath came harsh and ragged through his clenched teeth.
Delicately she pulled his zipper down and pushed her fingers inside
the denim and fabric, seeking and finding his hard, taut flesh.
“Fucking hell, Kylie,” Jace groaned. “You’re driving me crazy...”
“Well I’m sure I don’t want that,” Kylie said with a grin.
There was just enough room for her to lean over the console panel, putting her head on his lap. Languidly, she pulled his cock free of his clothes, and for several long moments, she ran her kitten-pink tongue up and down the length. She had missed him so much, but now that she had him back, all she seemed to want to do was torture him.
Kylie could hear his breath, low and controlled, and though he tangled one hand in her hair, he didn’t push her. Instead he held himself almost brutally tense as she teased and taunted him with her tongue, relishing the taste and the feel of him on her lips.
Finally, she took pity on him and without giving any warning at all, she closed her lips delicately around the tip of his cock, swiping up the drop of pre-cum there and suckling lightly.
This drew an audible groan from Jace and his hand tightened deliciously in her hair. She could feel how much he wanted her, but she still wanted to play. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, occasionally dipping lower and pulling more of his shaft into her mouth, but always retreating to tease the tip.
Jace draped his arm over her back, his large hand landing on her rear, and she purred in surprise when he rubbed the sensitive area roughly. In the space of a few moments, he had her hips moving up and down in time to his experienced touch, and that was before she felt him start to pull her skirt up.
The air was cool enough that she gasped her skin was suddenly bared, and then she heard Jace’s surprised laugh when he discovered that was nothing but her own sweet flesh underneath the thin fabric of her skirt.
“Oh, bad girl,” he signed, trailing his fingers along her crack. His handling and the simple taste of him in her mouth made her wet and she couldn’t seem to stop squirming.
In response, she swallowed him straight down her throat, taking most of his length in her mouth. For a moment, she thought that he would spill at that very instant, but then he wrestled himself back under control, swearing softly under his breath.
She looked up when he tugged her hair gently, and was rewarded by a hard kiss over her swollen lips. It was almost painful, but she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back just as fiercely.
He broke the kiss long enough to jerk a thumb towards the backseat.
“I want more than a blowjob,” he said, and she scrambled out of the door. The cold night air was a bracing shock after the warmth of the car and she scurried into the back seat where she reached for Jace again.
He pulled her roughly into his lap and she found herself straddling his thighs. They were hard with muscle and she rubbed against him sensuously, enjoying the feel of the denim against the soft skin of her inner thighs. She held his cock between her hands gently for a moment and then she rose up on her knees, one hand on his shoulder to steady herself, the other around his cock to guide it in.
“Oh, fucking hell,” he groaned. His hands were on her hips, guiding her down, and she could feel the tension lacing his frame and the way he had to keep himself from rocking up into her.
She lowered herself slowly, loving the way he tensed underneath her. There was so much restrained strength in him, and she knew how much it cost him to keep still.
“That’s good,” she whispered. “That’s so, so good, sweetheart.”
Kylies stopped when he was fully seated inside her, sighing with pleasure at being filled. For a moment, she simply savored the feeling, and then Jace’s hand cupped her chin and lifted her face up.
“I have missed you so fucking much,” he murmured and he pulled her close for a deep kiss. His tongue pushed inside her mouth just as his cock pushed inside her cunt and even that slight movement sent shivers of pleasure through her body.
“Show me,” she said, her voice catching when he shifted against her just right. “Show me how you want me.”
His eyes darkened at her invitation and he took a tighter grip on her hips. She heard him growl with pleasure at the feel of her, and then he started to thrust up into while bringing her down on him at the same time. He was strong, almost terrifyingly so, and she felt like a doll in his grasp, a toy to be used precisely as Jace pleased.
Kylie’s fingers dug hard into Jace’s shoulders, steadying herself as he moved her. She was wet enough that he moved easily; she could smell her own arousal and it made her even more wild. She started moving with him, bringing herself down on him hard and making them both moan.
Her pleasure swelled and rocked her body, and she realized that she was moaning his name over and over again. She wanted more and more, and the pleasure drew tight like a rope, taut, aching, nearly painful with how much she simply wanted.
She was startled when he took her hand in his, kissing it lightly before bringing it between her legs.
“Show me,” Jace growled. His voice was barely controlled, and she knew how close he was.
“Show me what you did for yourself all those nights when you were missing me.”
Kylie pushed her skirt aside and shifted so that she could touch herself. Her quick fingers stroked the top of her slit carefully for a moment before pushing deeper and finding her tender clit. She pressed two fingers hard to either side of the sensitive bud before circling it roughly. Her cries grew higher, even more desperate.
“Come on, baby,” she heard Jace say, “come on...You want to so bad.”
She arched higher and higher, and then she felt Jace’s lips at her throat, biting and sucking hard enough to to startle a yelp out of her. That little bit of pain and pleasure pushed her straight over the top, and then she was convulsing on top of him, pressing a finger hard against her own clit to make the sensations draw out farther and farther.
Jace’s hands clenched on her hips even harder and he drove up into her one final time, filling her and making her groan. She tightened around him purposefully, and then they were both clinging to each other, panting and hot underneath their clothes.
Jace recovered first, feathering soft kisses along her jawline and her neck. She murmured sleepily in response and then she felt his fingers stroke along the sensitive place at the base of her neck where he had bitten.
“That’s going to be one hell of a hickey tomorrow,” he said, his voice low.\\\\
Kylie laughed breathlessly, covering his hand with her own.
“I don’t care,” she said softly. “I want to show it off.”
He was still inside her, though softening, and she gently lifted herself off of him. He hissed as she did so, and then he set her on the seat beside him. Jace kept one arm looped around her and she snuggled against his comforting bulk.
“Well, welcome home,” she said, a smile playing on her lips.
“Thank you,” he replied. “I suppose we ought to get going. We’re lucky the highway patrol didn’t stop to see what the hell we were doing.”
Kylie’s laugh turned into a purr when Jace’s hand came up to stroke her face.
“Lucky us,” she said lazily. “Lucky us getting to screw in the car at a rest stop like horny teenagers when there’s a bed waiting for us at home.”
“It’s hard to wait when I can touch you, when I can smell you,” Jace murmured, leaning down to put his mouth right next to her ear. His warm breath made her heart beat a little faster, and she pressed her legs together, relishing how easily she responded to his voice, his touch, and his breath.
“We need to get home at some point,” she said, her voice husky, and he brushed his fingertips over her breast, making the nipple rise up proudly against his touch.
“At some point,” he agreed. “Some time before dawn, definitely.”
“Weren’t you just the one telling me that we needed to get back before we got the highway patrol knocking on our rather steamy window?”
“A few more minutes won’t hurt,” Jace said reassuringly, and she would have protested if Jace hadn’t pulled her skirt up around her waist again.
This time, he was slow and patient, tracing aimless patterns on her bare thighs and teasing them apart. The steamed windows gave them the illusion of privacy and Kylie sighed and relaxed into his touch, letting him do as he pleased.
He shifted behind her so that he could more easily touch her body. One arm looped around her waist while the other teased up and down the sensitive flesh of her legs. She held her breath when he slid his fingers through the wetness that still slicked her inner thighs, traveling higher and higher until he brushed against the lips of her cunt.
“Oh...” she murmured brokenly and just when she was ready to lift her hips up to his questing touch, he stopped.
“Well,” he said briskly, “Let’s get back on the road.”
She twisted around to stare at him in disbelief, only to find a hungry grin on his face.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I just thought I’d give you something to keep the ride home interesting,” he said innocently, and she might protested if he hadn’t pulled her close for a deep warm kiss.
“Just another fifteen minutes,” he whispered. “Just that, and we’ll be at home and in bed.”
“Just another fifteen minutes,” she agreed, and she happily gave up on getting any sleep at all. to do.
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(continued)
Good old British rail, thought Faith Ellis. It was the hottest summer since records began and no air conditioning. Faith hated public transport but a flat tire had forced her to take the train to meet her best friend Sarah for lunch. She stood up briskly with the express intention of opening the last window in the near empty carriage, desperately wishing for some fresh air.
The gorgeous young blonde man opposite turned his head toward her as she yanked at the stiff metal frame, eyeing her holiday tanned legs. His gaze soon traveled up her body to the small breasts nestled bra-less under a silky halter neck top. He was definitely sporty, she thought, and good looking. Under his messy blonde hair and pale eyebrows were eyes the colour of the sea and an upturned nose smattered with freckles above full lips. She flicked her dark bob and flashed him a brief smile from behind the safety of her sunglasses as she settled back into her seat.
Her appraisal was interrupted by the arrival of the ticket inspector. He was a balding, middle-aged man with large patches of sweat visible on his stiff blue uniform. The blond man shifted from his seat to prise a ticket from the rear pocket of his board shorts, his well defined bottom pushing tantalisingly against the gaudy fabric.
“A single to Georgeton please,” said Faith.
“Four pounds please.” Faith’s heart sank as she realised, after much rummaging that her purse was nowhere to be found. There was a handful of change in the bottom of her bag but she was still fifty pence short.
“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t have enough – can you take my address or something and we can sort it out?” Her cheeks burned.
“Not bloody likely,” the inspector said in a strong Yorkshire accent, “ if you think that I'm going to do you any favours then you've got another thing coming. If I….”
Just then the blonde man jumped out of his seat, having been watching the proceedings with interest. “Here,” he said, in a distinctly Antipodean accent, rummaging in his pockets and producing a 50p piece. The inspector looked at the cash reluctantly, begrudgingly accepting the coin before moving onto the next carriage.
Faith’s face was burning with embarrassment. She pushed her sunglasses off her face onto the top of her head.
“Thanks,” she said, “I normally have money you know, it’s just…”
“Hey,” he interrupted, with an easy smile that made Faith warm to him immediately, “it happens to us all at some time or another. Anyway, there’s nothing I won’t do for a lady in distress!” She smiled back, easily lured by his charming smile, likeable accent and cheeky demeanour. She guessed that he was in his early twenties, which made him a good ten years her junior.
Encouraged by her genuine smile, he moved seats so that he was sitting directly across from her instead of across the aisle.
“Zak,” he offered Faith a huge paw-like hand. His arms were muscular, the veins large and prominent beneath a light fur of blonde hair. His hand was warm and his grip firm. He eyed her up and down. “And you are?”
“Faith.” They chatted easily as the train trundled on, letting passengers off at several small stations. Zak was a student of marine science and also a keen surfer. He was in the UK for a semester on exchange and by all accounts was loving every minute of it. Faith grudgingly let him know that she was an accountant and was glad that he seemed impressed rather than making the usual assumption; that being good with numbers meant boring.
“Married?” he asked. She shook her head. “What? A gorgeous, smart, sexy as hell girl like you? Man, if I was married to you I would....”
Pregnant pause. Loaded silence. Eye contact. With impeccable timing the train shuddered to a halt and the elderly lady two rows down shuffled off with her tartan shopping bag, leaving the carriage empty. Faith was already hot from the closeness of the weather and the impending storm, but now the air was so thick she could only think of one thing that would clear the dizzying vacuum. Already perspiring lightly, she became acutely aware of a different kind of wetness, that of her own juices seeping onto her pale cotton panties. As the train again pushed into reluctant noisy motion, Zak was still looking intently at her. The pause was broken as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, attempting to rearrange his shorts to accommodate his bulging package.
Later Faith would put what followed down to summer madness, but at that moment she was intensely aware of what she was doing even as she was surprised by her own boldness. Deliberately, she moved so that she was on the seat next to Zak, one leg tucked beneath her and one leg on the floor. She leaned into his ear, one hand softly stroking the hard bulk of his manly thighs.
“Is there any way that I can repay you for your kindness earlier?” Her hand continued to stroke his thigh, moving up slowly so that her fingers were almost touching his straining cock. He looked at her for a fleeting second in disbelief, then an even bigger grin cracked and spread across his face.
“Sure can,” he pronounced, gently taking her teasing hand and moving it up his thigh to where his cock was pushing at the fabric of the shorts. Faith slipped her hand into his shorts and he moaned in delight as she freed it from its confines. He shifted in his seat, pulling the shorts down as he did and enabling Faith to see his manhood in its full glory.
His cock was long and girthy, firmly rooted in a bed of springy dark hair. A single vein pulsed along its length, from the proudly engorged helmet along the clean pink of the shaft. Zak groaned as she slowly and softly ran her hands over the sensitive head, barely touching it. She grasped his cock in her right hand, slowly pulling the foreskin up over the head as a small tear of liquid was wrought from its eye. He moaned in unabashed delight and groaned again as Faith slowly but firmly ran her hand back down his length. As she found her rhythm he turned his attention to Faith, slipping one calloused finger underneath the tie of her pink silky top, pulling it loose from its functional ties. The flimsy halter top crumpled, helpfully falling down so that her firm breasts were exposed.
Faith was surprised that she was so excited but here and now, with the hungry eyes of Zak upon her and the threat of being caught at any moment she was impossibly excited. He ran an appreciative eye over her breasts, taking in the white triangles left over from her recent Caribbean holiday. This whiteness only accentuated the warm dusky pink of her nipples, which were bullet hard. The same large thumb that had freed them now brushed appreciatively over each nipple in turn, sending little shivers of delight through her.
Swivelling slightly to face her more, he cupped one whole breast in his large hand, savouring its soft firm feel. His head soon followed his hand, an exploratory tongue snaking out to lick her nipple tentatively, in the same way that she had first explored his cock. Now, as she became more aroused Faith’s grip on his shaft tightened and her strokes became quicker. Encouraged, he used both hands to roughly cup her breasts, his mouth becoming more insistent enclosing her rigid nipple and applying a delicious level of suction. Faith was by now pumping her hand up and down his cock at quite a rate, enjoying the control that she had over him. Hopelessly aroused she pulled one of his huge hands from her breasts and forced it roughly between her legs so that he could feel the wetness of her panties. Suddenly and to her undisguised surprise it became too much for him and he came quickly and without warning, spurting hot jets of semen and shaking uncontrollably with the speed and intensity of the orgasm that he had enjoyed.
Momentarily disappointed, Faith reasoned that as he was several years younger than her, that he probably would not have had the experience or ability to hold back. Embarrassed for him, she quickly rummaged in her bag to emerge with a small pack of tissues, this time thankful for the paraphernalia that she insisted on carrying around with her. However, as she quickly found out, she had mistaken his age for immaturity. Instead of being embarrassed, Zak appeared to be completely unfazed by the whole situation, watching her languidly as she cleaned him up. As she busied herself around him, he took her arm by the wrist and uttered one utterly commanding word.
“Stop”. She looked him direct in his eyes and was suddenly embarrassed by her own reaction. Held in his gaze like a rabbit held in the headlights of an oncoming car she was powerless to stop his next movements.
He slid off of the seat and onto the floor, until he was kneeling reverently in front of her. Still holding her gaze, he gently but firmly pulled her legs apart until she was sitting squarely in front of him, legs spread wide. She was aware that he could see right up her skirt to the triangle of white cotton that covered her sticky, hopelessly excited pussy and this, combined with the intensity of his gaze raised her to a level of hopeless anticipation once more.
Zak put his hands on her knees, then ran them up the outside of each leg, bunching her skirt around her waist. The rough material of the British Rail seats scratched against Faith’s upper thighs and bottom. Deftly he placed his hands under the waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down, gently guiding each ankle and flip-flop clad foot through the leg holes until with a dirty grin he raised his cotton prize to his nose and sniffed like a man enjoying a rare delicacy before slipping them into the pocket of his shorts.
Faith could not help but laugh at this and he flashed his blue eyes at her as he pushed both of her legs up so that he was at eye level directly between her legs. His hands roamed over the tautness of her tan thighs as his eyes greedily devoured the dark strip of soft hair, surrounded by the white shape left by her bikini bottoms. He gently spread her, exposing all her most vulnerable areas. The same thumb that had touched her nipples in such an exciting way now gently stroked the glistening bud of her clitoris, making her draw in breath rapidly. Still grinning he continued to hold her gently open, her wet slit inviting him and he dropped his head to lap at her pussy like an excited young puppy. The sensation was delicious, and she could not help but gasp as his probing licks applied themselves in the same manner around her clit. His fast, long licks were soon replaced by a circular, probing motion, his tongue encircling her in a deliberate, well-timed motion. He alternated this with burying his head deep within her pussy then returning to apply his lips again to her clit, sucking until it was dragged into a delicious vacuum.
Faith’s breathing was ragged and harsh now, and it was at this moment that her heart nearly stopped as she looked up to be greeted with the face of the ticket inspector, even redder and shinier than when they had first met but now pressed up against the glass of the door that divided the carriages.
Zak immediately picked up on the slight stiffening of her body that had accompanied her realisation.
“Are you OK?” he asked, a light sheen of Faith’s own wetness around his mouth providing a comic foil to his genuinely concerned expression. And strangely enough at that moment she realised that she was. The ticket inspector, pudgy cock in doughy hand had frozen too, aware that he had been caught masturbating. It was her who was in control, her who was calling the shots. Zak’s head was cocked waiting on her nod to indicate whether he should continue. The ticket inspector was probably expecting her to shout, “Pervert!” and chase him from the train vigilante style. However, instead of shouting with indignation at the unexpected intrusion she fixed the shocked man right in the eye and nodded to Zak.
“Please don't stop,” she whispered, then whimpered appreciatively as he lowered his head back to his task. The uniformed man remained mesmerised as Zak continued to lap at her pussy. He was unable to tear his eyes away and she played to his presence, rubbing her hands over her own breasts, squeezing and kneading and pulling her nipples. She could see his pudgy hand moving like a piston up and down, his face at an almost impossible level of redness as he pounded the angry member with complete abandon. It was all the more exciting because Zak had no idea that they were being observed.
However, the ticket inspector’s presence became just a distant extra as Zak sensed her mounting excitement and began to lick her clitoris directly in a strong up and down motion. It was almost too much and instinctively she tried to push his head away however he held firm, applying the delicious pressure as she moaned gently. He deftly eased a finger into her eager pussy and she pushed against it even as the direct licking of her clitoris was almost unbearable. Both the pressure and speed increased and he pushed a second calloused finger into her wet pussy. Her muscles tightened around them and he responded with an edge of brutality by roughly pulling them in and out of her wet slit, twisting them upwards so that they applied delicious pressure to the front of her pelvic wall. She was on the point of orgasm as his fingers pushed harder and harder. When she again caught the eye of the ticket inspector her whole body finally went into spasm, contracting and writhing on the rough seats as she gasped her pleasure, hands wrapped almost cruelly in Zak's shaggy sun bleached hair. She was relieved as she collapsed into a sweaty heap to note that the ticket inspector was gone. They did not see him for the rest of the train journey.
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