Fast Fantasies
Volume 1
Gina Sartucci
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Acknowledgements
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Table of Contents
Introduction
“Fast Fantasies” came about as an idea for three main reasons:
First, I wanted to put together a short release that demonstrated the wide-range of topics I write about. I’m a bit different in that regard. Many erotica authors focus on one main theme or genre and stick to it.
I, on the other hand, actually feel a need to write about many different things to keep my interest level up so high. Now granted, if you’ve read any of my other work you’ll notice certain recurring themes. The most obvious one is that I usually (but not always) like to have my female characters be a bit more dominant, self-assured and outspoken. A second theme is I like to play around with symbolism, double meanings, that sort of stuff. Now, I don’t mistake erotica for high-brow literature. But at the same time, there’s no reason why it can’t truly entertain while it arouses. So that’s why plot lines and supplementary literary devices are so important to me.
The second main reason for development of this title was to provide very quick, concise stories that could be enjoyed without devoting the time necessary that it takes to read some of my longer releases. Free Agent is a story I’m proud of, but at 27,000 words it takes a real commitment of a couple solid hours to read through it. I think its substance warrants that read (or else I wouldn’t have bothered writing it). But many readers of erotica might not feel the same way and I guess I understand that. So this title, which I plan to make into a regular series of volumes, will gather up collections of much shorter stories and fantasies, ranging from just a few hundred words up to maybe 1,500 or 2,000 each. These should appeal to readers looking to get right to the point much quicker. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll be sacrificing plot as you shall see. That’s too important to me, regardless of the story length.
Finally, the third reason for this specific “volume 1” release is to reach a new group of readers that hasn’t heard of me or read any of my previously released work. I’m hoping to make this title free (or nearly free) through all eBook outlets. I’ll be completely blunt when I say I hope it “entices” you to check out some of my other releases. If you enjoy these pieces I’m confident you’ll really like my other stuff even more.
Ok, so enough babbling for now. Let’s get to the Fast Fantasies.
--Gina Sartucci
Hot Tub Play
John and his girlfriend Freida have always been quite kinky but usually private and reserved about it. So imagine John’s surprise when Freida decides to get frisky one night in their backyard hot tub while Freida's younger sister Pam is visiting them!
What started out as a nice relaxing soak has quickly turned sexual as Freida pulled out John's penis and started stroking it discreetly under the bubbling water.
Freida is such a master of deception. Even though she's man-handling John's cock, her face doesn't betray a thing as she calmly talks to her younger sister about small-talk unimportant topics.
Meanwhile John is doing his best to act nonchalant. Although now he's reached the point that he knows his orgasm is imminent. Even if Freida were to stop, he's just so sensitive that the bubbling water alone would probably finish him in just a minute's time.
Feeling he shouldn't be selfish, John decides to do his best to covertly reach under the water to Freida's lap to give her a little stimulation as well. After all if she's been doing this, she must be excited.
Isn't John quite surprised when his hand is abruptly pushed away by her when he does and she breaks conversation for just a moment flustered by his sudden surprising advance.
And isn't John quite surprised yet again when he curiously returns his own hand to his lap to find it is not Freida that has been massaging his manhood but younger sister Pam.
Sometimes when I write an ultra-short tale like this it is often just to capture an idea I have and verbalize it for later reference. These very short pieces are fun and quick to do and in some cases like this have a surprise element.
Swapping Roles
Jenny is normally the dominant one in the relationship. Up until now, her boyfriend has always exclusively tended to her needs above his own.
In fact she has never taken him into her mouth before. That wouldn't be right in their relationship. After all, she's the mistress and he's her dedicated slave. His penis is filthy and she rarely even let's him touch her with it.
But as a special treat she decides that for this time... and possibly some rare occasion future times, she'll swap roles with him and play the part of submissive.
It greatly pleases him to have this opportunity to assume command and he seizes the chance by promptly using his mistress completely and without remorse for his own dirty needs. He shoves his rigid cock into Jenny’s mouth as deep and as hard as he can.
He can tell that he's causing her some discomfort and even minor pain, but it doesn't deter him at all... even knowing as he does that once he's finished, he'll be rightly disciplined by her for his insolence.
Like the last piece, this one is another ultra-short. However, as I alluded to these often serve as reference for a future work. I developed this particular piece into a full-blown scene in my recent release Vicariously.
Embrace by the Sea
He took her into his arms, the warmth of their bodies burning hot, and the sun set over the sea as the two of them watched it peacefully.
They stood in the romantic glow of the sunset as it dipped below the horizon. And just as day turns to night, it was time for romance to turn to passion.
He boldly raised his hands to her top and unbuttoned it to her belly. She didn't resist. With that implicit signal he proceeded to undo her bra and then stood admiring her aesthetically pleasing breasts as they were revealed.
With the sun now gone, the full moon above cast a glow down upon them, silhouetting the scene of his palm placed on top of her naked torso.
Her breath coming now in frequent short bursts told him that she was nervous, but her pointing nipple pressed into his palm told him it was an exciting, fun nervousness.
Tentatively he removed his palm and drew his face a bit closer to her heaving bosom. She was unmistakable in her signal as she cradled his head and guided it to suckle her sensitive aroused tit.
At the same time she now reached below and found a hardening, growing lump forming in his trousers. As he gently licked and caressed her chest, he felt her first slowly unzip his pants, then release his achingly stiff member from its fabric confines, now free to enjoy the brisk night air unencumbered.
The cool air felt good rushing past his overheated manhood. But the air was no match for the pleasant feelings her hand imparted with its soft, velvety touch running the length of him to and fro in playful exploratory touching that simply excited every sensitive nerve ending in his blood-gorged shaft.
His soft purrs let her know she was doing it right and the slippery wet lubrication that started leaking out told her the dam was about to break.
Now moving from soft touch to firm tugs, his body shook with unbelievable pleasure as she forcefully coaxed his seed into firing position and then with an explosion that caused him to involuntarily grunt and yell, he shot volley after volley of his salty solution into her other hand, it's palm waiting extended to collect the precious gift.
Finally he could take no more and begged her to stop, but not before she raised her milky-white covered palm to her mouth in front of him and accepted his generous nourishment onto her tongue and into her mouth.
Licking every last drop from her five digits, she wasn't yet satisfied, so she then knelt in front of her hero and cleaned up the remainder from the outside of his mighty spent cannon.
The bliss was heavenly and finally the pleasure so much that his legs grew weak and he tumbled to the ground.
They both laughed and now it was her turn. With seductive pomp and circumstance, she removed her panties from underneath her skirt and then even without asking if it was OK, she placed her hips and thighs so that they straddled his face. He willingly accepted her burning hot womanhood onto his waiting mouth and her already dripping sex told him how much she had enjoyed pleasing him.
Grinding her moist womanhood directly over his nose wetting ever part of his face, it doesn’t take long before she is climaxing and convulsing in rhythm with the sound of the nearby crashing waves breaking onto the shoreline.
Panting and out of breath she enjoys him returning the favor as his tongue savors the sweetness of her pleasure as it cleans up her insides with diligence until she is simply so sensitive, it is impossible to bear it anymore.
Seducing Lisa
It just figures, when I'm not looking for sex, a dozen guys will be falling all over themselves trying to get my attention to impress me. But now, in this lonely hotel bar, when I specifically came down here to pick up a one-night stand. There is no one.
Well that isn't exactly true. There's one other woman, sat at the far end of the bar. I decide to go sit near her. Might as well share a conversation at least to pass the time while I wait... fishing for a possible bite a bit later.
"I'm Gina," I say and she responds, "I'm Lisa." The conversation starts stilted and awkward, but it is not a hurdle that cannot be surmounted by 90 minutes of discussion coupled with 3 drinks a piece. By the end of that period we're sharing details about our periods and getting along like old friends.
I learn that Lisa had the same idea and is equally disappointed by our lack of studly suitors. We both lament our bad luck, looking at the wall clock realizing last-call is in just a few minutes.
"I guess it'll be the frisky ferret tonight," I casually throw out to her, amazed at my ease in admitting my intention for self-pleasuring back in the room. Lisa replies, "I don't even have that option. I came ill prepared." We both have a good laugh about it.
As the final minutes tick away I think silently to myself. There were a few hints... that Lisa might be bisexual like me. She complimented my clothing; told me she enjoyed my perfume; called me sexy & beautiful. It's true none of these things are a sure giveaway, but they open the door to the possibility. And I really prefer human interaction to a vibrator any day.
As the bartender starts shutting off the lights, we both get up and leave heading towards our rooms. We share an elevator and conveniently we're both on floor 3.
I take my chances now and ask, "I don't suppose you're bi, are you? Because I am, and if you were interested, I could maybe come back to your room or vice-versa for a little while?"
Lisa replies, "I thought you were..." and my heart soars in anticipation. She continues, "but... no I am not," and my spirits crash just as quickly.
It's an awkward moment but she eases the tension by joking, "but if I were I'd be interested, you're a very sexy girl."
"Thanks," I offer a patronizing smile. Her efforts are not lost on me, but yet I'm still deflated.
The elevator opens and we exit. Fate again has our rooms located down the same hallway. We walk part-way down and get to mine first. I stop and offer a handshake, "It was really nice meeting you Lisa."
She looks at my hand and then offers instead a hug. We embrace and I really wish now she was bi, because it feels so good to grasp her in my arms.
"Take care," she says as she kisses me on the cheek. "You too," I reply and turn to kiss her back, but the alcohol is making me quite brazen. I don't offer just a little peck-n-run. I come in slowly and sensually and give her a soft-touch nuzzle with my nose and a gentle soft, lingering kiss on the cheek.
Since we're still embracing I can feel her body shudder almost involuntarily, but she doesn't withdraw. So I do it again and this time add a playful nibble of her earlobe after.
Lisa's visibly shaken. She looks torn between running away and discarding her inhibitions. I'm still damn horny, so I know which way I'd like her to decide. I go in for the kill and plant a soft kiss on her lips.
For a few seconds, she kisses me back and our tongues gently mingle and play together in a sexy exchange of electricity and chemistry. But now her face turns flush and she looks very uncomfortable.
"I should go," Lisa states as she pulls away from me.
"I'm so sorry," I reply, "it’s the alcohol, it just made me try. Please forgive me. Have a good night."
"You too," she calls back already several steps down the hall.
"Damn," I think and enter the room.
I shed clothes and enter the bathroom to remove makeup and wash for bed. After 5 minutes a gentle rap on the door causes a spike of adrenaline. I peek through the eye-hole and see Lisa nervously standing in the hall.
I open the door in just bra and panties and her eyes widen as she takes in the sight, looking quite honestly partly-repulsed and partly-excited.
She speaks, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I came back. I think it's the alcohol. But I..."
I shut her up by gently kissing her beautiful lips.
Taking her hand softly I beckon her into my room.
"I... I really don't know what I'm doing," Lisa exclaims professing her lack of experience.
"Of course you do darling, you're a girl. You already know exactly how all the equipment works," I say and smile to her as I slip out the "do not disturb sign" and close & lock the door behind me.
I wrote this story as a tribute to one of my Twitter followers. We both enjoyed it a lot as did most everybody that ended up reading it when I posted in on my blog.
Library Volunteer
Miss Winston was hired as the new school librarian at Chad’s high school during his senior year. An attractive looking 30-year old woman, though not someone you’d mistakenly call a hottie, her face was very much describable as girl-next-door, or in this case woman-next-door. Her figure was quite average in almost every way although the students wouldn’t really know much about that since Miss Winston dressed very conservatively usually wearing long skirts or dresses and bulky tops.
Well all the students except for Chad, that is….
Miss Winston had long, red tresses that nearly reached her waist. They were quite beautiful if you preferred redheads and Chad certainly did.
That’s why when it was announced a few weeks after Miss Winston was hired, that she needed a student volunteer to help replace books in the library after classes for an hour twice a week, Chad promptly reported to the principal’s office to sign up.
He just got a special feeling, somewhere deep inside, simply being around her and that gorgeous hair. He also found her intelligence quite attractive as well.
What Chad hadn’t bargained for was that he’d start to get a different special feeling once he started helping Miss Winston after school.
His duties were to help replace books onto the library shelves based on the Dewey Decimal System sorting system.
On the very first day, it didn’t take Chad long at all to realize that he often could get a secret glimpse up Miss Winston’s dress or skirt, as she squatted replacing books onto one of the lower shelves, simply by positioning himself on the next isle over and peeking through gaps in the books.
The plan worked wonderfully giving him several sexy viewings daily. The most exciting part was that as conservative as she dressed outwardly, she made up for it in spades with her undergarments.
Over time Chad got to glimpse all manners of sexy stockings, garters, panties and lingerie, some partly see-thru. Oftentimes the crotch of her panties would wedge between her labia or scoot slightly to the side giving Chad the most wonderful partial views of her naked pussy.
The views usually caused him to get a raging hard-on as he worked and it was just convenient that he was carrying around books to use to shield his excitement. Although once the piles of returned books got down near the end, it became much tougher to not get caught sporting his incredible erections.
Since it was just Chad and her working in the library there was no real chance of getting caught either so Chad began getting bolder, stroking his sensitive cock through his pants whenever he was sure it was completely safe and undetectable.
But that quickly became too much frustration for him, getting so worked up without release. Then one day he came up with a brilliant idea. He brought a condom to school with him and before heading to the library he slipped into a stall in the guy’s bathroom and placed it over his penis.
It worked marvelously. Now as he glimpsed Miss Winston he could massage his dick all he wanted … ultimately causing an orgasm into the condom and relieving the pent-up sexual tension.
Chad did this for weeks. It was unfortunate that it took him until mid-term to figure out the plan, but he was grateful for having thought of it at all and really enjoyed his twice weekly public masturbation sessions.
But Chad’s biggest treat of all came one day near the end of the school year. Miss Winston asked him if he minded staying a little bit longer. She said she needed to dust and clean the very tops of the bookshelf units and would feel better if he were there holding the ladder for stability.
It was a dream come true as Miss Winston’s beautiful, pantied ass was closer to Chad’s face than it ever had been before. From just a couple feet away he could see everything as she was wearing quite sheer lacy white bottoms. Her labia were well-defined through the translucent fabric and with each movement and jiggle of her rear as she cleaned, Chad got harder and harder. Finally, although it was much riskier being there right below her, Chad proceeded to rub his swollen member through his pants and got off with the most sensational of all orgasm’s he’d had all year. In fact he filled the condom so much he could feel it quite literally backfilling up the length of his member.
He was afraid it might make it all the way to the top and leak out, but he was fortunately spared that embarrassment. Although, it had caused a quite messy clean-up later when Chad got around to removing the prophylactic, but that was well worth it.
No, Chad did not mind at all staying that extra 20 minutes or so while Miss Winston gave him that precious, up-close, exciting visual gift of her bottom and entry to her womanhood. In fact as he left the library that afternoon, he was quite sure that he’d remember that moment forever and use it as material for future masturbation sessions all the rest of his life….
Of course, Miss Winston felt the same way. For after Chad left she went to her laptop sitting atop her desk and hit “save” on the “webcam” recording she’d made that afternoon. It would join her collection of all of the others in the directory marked “Chad” and was one of the best so far. She was extremely pleased to see him enjoying her shows so very much.
Of course he didn’t enjoy them quite as much as Sergio had at her previous school. Sergio was the best by far. He hadn’t used condoms and although he didn’t complete every time, when he did he pulled out his naked cock and jacked to orgasm into a tissue. He’d also usually crumple and discarded the tissue in the library wastebasket. It was perfect. Miss Winston naturally collected and saved each sample in individual zip-tight baggies correlating to the date of the recording. It was quite a living scrap book collection, indeed! And just opening the baggie by a little bit and sniffing was enough for her to fully smell the musty smell of Sergio’s past ejaculations.
But to be fair, Chad was definitely more aroused than Sam had ever been… he’d barely sneak a peek though she’d given him such ample opportunity which led her to believe that Sam was simply gay. That was a frustrating period of time for her and she was glad he only assisted for the one year.
No, overall Chad ranked near the top of the nine students she had entertained and recorded so far and she always loved playing back the old videos and seeing the excitement on their faces and their eager self-pleasuring.
She liked Chad and would miss him, but Miss Winston also was very excited and could hardly wait to see who volunteered next school year….
I don’t do it every story, or else it would become too predictable, but I like to occasionally take a scenario like this where it seems one person has an advantage in the situation and suddenly swap around the balance of power. The trick to this, as a writer, is you need to know in advance that the story can be manipulated like that without loss of believability and then you really need to completely “sell” the original idea to the reader to get them fully invested in it. Then when the switch takes place later, the reader is often flabbergasted. If I am able to achieve that effect, I know it’s a job well done.
Inoculations
It was a Friday and the trip to India came up unexpectedly for Alex Williams. Sure he knew the firm had proposed a construction project in a rural town there, but he figured the local support office in Mumbai would handle the proposal and that his involvement would be limited to occasional technical support from the States in case they won the job.
But when Alex’s boss called him into his office and told him he’d be going to the pre-bid meeting to help out their local office and worse yet the meeting was in just three weeks, Alex had to really scramble to get things in order.
First there was the issue with arranging for a travel visa. His application would have to be expedited and even then it was no guarantee it would be granted in time. Then there was the issue of health. India, especially the rural parts, had all sorts of microorganisms and diseases that would have a field day with Alex if he just showed up in his present condition.
Consulting with the company health department, they totaled up literally 12 separate inoculations that Alex would need to combat things like Malaria, Typhoid Fever, several variants of Hepatitis and so forth. In some cases, he would need to have several dosings in the three weeks leading up to his departure.
Yes it was important for Alex to get into the office today, this very afternoon to get his first shots if he were going to complete the program in time.
Alex didn’t really mind the thought of needles, but when he arrived at the heath office a short time later he was told that on this initial visit he’d need five separate injections, each of which needed to go into a different part of his anatomy to minimize the interactions of the serums within his body.
The nurse, a woman Jackie, looked so young Alex could hardly believe she was old enough to be out of training. She told him, “Yes, Mr. Williams, it’s possible for us to give you all of these inoculations today, but to do so I will have to administer one shot to each arm, one to each hip and a final one just below your derriere on whichever side of the body you prefer. And although this will minimize the interaction, they will in fact probably make you a little sick receiving these all at once.”
Alex wasn’t worried about getting a little sick; that was the least of his concerns. Also, he wasn’t shy at all, so showing his butt to Nurse Jackie was also more than quite alright. The problem… was this trip was unexpected and today… this morning… Alex had dressed in ladies underwear. They were a nice sheer black pair of silk panties in fact with frilly waistband.
If Alex had thought this through far enough in advance he might have been able to anticipate the possibility and he could have swung by a clothing store and bought some men’s briefs. But he had figured all the jabs would be administered to his arms. He hadn’t received an injection into his butt for as long as he could remember.
Now the situation was quite awkward. “Well, um. Is it possible for me to come back Monday to start the program?”
“Yes sir you could, but some of these treatments take a full three-week course to take effect and the injections can’t be rushed any more than that. If you wait until Monday, you won’t complete the dosings which will reduce or eliminate the effectiveness of some of the treatments.”
Deciding he had no choice, Alex tried to explain his dilemma, although he couldn’t very well tell her the absolute truth, “Well you see, miss. It’s just that… I’m not wearing any underwear today.”
“Oh Mr. Williams, that’s quite alright. I’ll put a small bandage over the injection point, so nothing will leak out onto your clothes.” She had completely missed the point.
Deciding it was no use, Alex was resigned to his fate, but he still held out one hope.
Nurse Jackie first administered the shots in his arm and when it came time to do his hips and butt, Alex did his best to conceal the woman’s undies. He was facing away from Jackie and as he lowered his trousers he grasped the panty waistband simultaneously and pulled both down at once, far enough that he figured she could administer the shot.
“Is that fine?” he asked.
“When Jackie didn’t immediately answer he turned his head and noticed in horror that although he’d removed the panty skillfully enough, he hadn’t counted on the fact that it’s lacy ornate waistband had made an impression into his skin… they were a bit too tight to wear really and that leftover impression was immediately recognizable to the young nurse as the one that was left on her own body when she undressed.
Nurse Jackie knew exactly what type of underwear Alex was wearing and her face was flush with embarrassment on his behalf.
“Oh shit…” he simply muttered when he realized his cover was blown.”
Acting instinctively, Jackie tried to curb his anxiety by blurting out, “it’s OK Mr. Williams. I won’t tell anyone. I think it’s kind of sexy. I wish I could get my own boyfriend to wear my panties for me. It would be flattering.”
Even just hearing her say that in a tacit verbal acknowledgement of her awareness that he wore woman’s underwear and furthermore her endorsement of it, made Alex quite excited and he felt his penis start to grow. He really couldn’t control it, but felt good to know that at least his own body was shielding it from Jackie’s view.
That is until he looked to the side wall and noticed a mirror that was positioned such that Jackie and he both could quite easily see in profile view his ever strengthening erection.
There was no easing that embarrassment and Nurse Jackie did in fact see his boner almost immediately. But what could she do? She was a professional. And although she thought Alex had a wonderful body, it wasn’t as though she could spin him around and blow him right there, even if that’s exactly what she wanted to do.
No instead she administered the shots professionally and didn’t mention Alex’s penis at all. He quickly pulled his pants back up, stuffing his hard cock back in as best he could… panties literally in a bunch, although it didn’t matter because he simply wanted to leave as soon as possible.
As soon as Alex left, nurse Jackie made a trip to the ladies room and strummed her hot young pussy and swollen clit that had been made dripping wet by the unexpected sexy situation.
Jackie continued to administer weekly shots to Alex up until the time of his trip. Each subsequent visit the number of injections was reduced and thus Alex didn’t need to drop his pants anymore for her. But she couldn’t help but wonder what underwear he might be sporting for each visit. And her face betrayed the curiosity because she’d always involuntarily turn beet red in the checks upon seeing him.
Alex was humiliated and also excited and had hoped he’d have another chance to show off to the young girl. He continued to wear lacy women’s underwear for each visit.
What he didn’t know, couldn’t possibly have known, was that at any time, if he would have lowered his pants for her and shown her his cock snuggled up into the crotch of those panties, she would have lost her composure, taken it out for him, and blown him to completion right there in the health office. She had fantasized about it a dozen times since that first afternoon, nearly daily in fact, and would not have passed up the chance for such a sexy, naughty adventure with the man who wore woman’s underwear.
Opportunities lost…. Who knows how many such as Alex and Jackie’s go by each and every day simply because the participants are much too scared to initiate them?
Obviously the premise of the story is a bit unusual but I wanted to play around with it a little. I often do wonder to myself how many times an opportunity presents itself but neither party is confident enough to do anything about it and thus is goes past without action.
Waiting for Him
The young girl lies naked in bed wrapped in satin sheets. They add to her physical excitement as they glide across her hot, nubile body.
Unfortunately for her, she is left longing… waiting for her husband to come home from work. She knows he’ll be tired. She appreciates how hard he works to support them. The poor thing seems to get stuck late at the office 3-4 times a week.
But she hopes he won’t consider it a burden to take her petite young body and ravage it sexually in any way he can think of when he finally arrives home.
She could touch her own sex and please herself now. It wouldn’t take long. But that would be dissatisfying in so many ways. She’d much prefer that he do it instead. It would simply feel better and more fulfilling. She craves the feeling of him making love to her. It especially excites her when he slides his member deep inside her vagina and essentially pins her down to the bed, helpless to get away, although she’d never even want to.
So she waits and hopes that the poor thing will come home soon enough. Soon enough that they both can share in the hot passionate sex she has in store for him.
It’s such a shame that he’s stuck working late yet again. Or at least that’s what he told her. Told her to explain why he was going to miss dinner … eating cold pizza at the office, he said, as the team struggles to get their current project complete on time.
But in reality it wouldn’t be cold pizza at the office, but rather sandwiches, hot wings and beers at happy hours with the boys. Then they all had planned to make a trip to the nearby strip club to ogle some stripper’s titties, woman that were honestly much less attractive then what he had waiting for him there at home. It didn’t matter how attractive, or not, they were, he’d throw dollar bills at the girls on stage and then blow $80 bucks more on a couple of lap dances which would leave his pecker sore, and not really all that pleased, from the grinding.
Finally his coup de grace for the evening would be a quick trip to his mistress’s apartment, an older divorced woman he met and hooked up with over the internet. He liked seeing her like this, because it was so naughty and dirty. She knew he was married and got a thrill from that. She didn’t care that another woman was being wronged. After all, she’d been wronged herself before, who the fuck cares about someone else.
She also let him shower after their nasty sex sessions to ensure he wouldn’t smell of her juices. That way he wouldn’t get caught. At least not now… not until she decided it was time for him to get caught. Perhaps in a year or two once he grew bored of her or found another girl to take her place. Then she’d place the call… to the number retrieved from his cell phone marked “home” as he cleaned himself up in her graciously offered shower unaware that he was ultimately running his marriage.
By the time he will get home tonight, his young hot wife will be long asleep having given up and cried a bit before dozing off unfulfilled.
And by the time he realizes the value of what he had and fucked up, she’ll have long left him.
Secret Agent Man
To a man, each agent knew when they signed up for the elite company known simply as “Special Forces Group 69” (SFG69) that they would face danger during every single covert operation they were asked to perform.
But being courageous brave patriots, time and again each risked life and limb for the greater causes of liberty, freedom, and the right for every pervert alive to enjoy pornography. The world owes them a debt of gratitude for sure. And that bill just keeps growing and growing, getting stiffer... um, I mean larger each day that passes.
Their last assignment was no different. The men covertly infiltrated a Hooter's ™ restaurant on secret assignment. Of course I cannot divulge the exact details of their mission... or else I'd have to fuck you. But I can tell you it had to do with whether or not certain female restaurant personnel were using tissues in order to exaggerate the dimensions of some of their physical features.
This looked like an obvious ploy to hide their true identities (thus suspicious). After all, how many men actually look at a girl's face?
Anyway, that's not important. The results were the men sacrificed themselves and to a one seduced the suspects with charm and alcohol in order to "get to the bottom" of the issue. Some went above and beyond and got to the "true bottom," possibly checking to see if the ladies had also changed their displayed hair color in pursuit of further anonymity. That's what I like about these guys... always exceeding expectations.
Anyway, after the assignment I met with them for the standard debriefing. Only this time, it wouldn't be quite so standard and it would require a literal "debriefing" on their part.
I am their leader; they only know me as "Agent G." I broke the bad news.
"Guys, it kills me to tell you this.... Well not literally, mind you. It may literally KILL YOU, but I'm just really, really heartbroken... I think that counts as almost the same thing...."
They looked at me curiously. Either that or no one had actually heard me because they were distracted checking out my butt. I continued.
"It seems your cover was blown during the Hooter's assignment. We received a tip that someone may have poisoned the Hot Wings that you all ingested in attempt at infecting you with a very serious and potentially deadly biological weapon. The first symptom, if you indeed were infected, would be swelling and tenderness in your ass."
Half of my crew nodded the other half still looked on curiously. "That would be arse for you British agents"
Now they all got it.
One of them spoke up, "Well Agent G, I have to admit that I had the shits the morning after and a burning sensation."
A few others nodded in agreement.
"I see. Yes that is quite serious. OK, I will meet with you one-on-one privately and examine you myself for signs of infection. I will need you each to strip naked."
They gasped.
"Let me finish... just your bottoms, you can leave on your shirts."
Sighs of relief came forth of being able to preserve their modesty.
"Really there's nothing else for me to say. Time is of the essence so let's get this underway. Agent Joe, I'll check you first. Join me in my office when you are ready."
I turned and left them walking the short distance to my office. Entering I was shocked to see Agent Joe standing inside already stripped from the waist down.
"Wow!"
"I know; it's impressive isn't it? Mrs. Agent Joe likes it too."
"I was referring to the speed at which you came... into my office."
"Oh," he said with a frown. "Mrs. Agent Joe is not quite so impressed with the speed I cum into her orifice."
I tried my best not to laugh, failing miserably. "Alright then let's get down to business. I will be touching you now, but remember this is all strictly professional. And as always consider this examination to be classified, which means you can't tell anyone about it or the results we may find."
"Not even Mrs. Agent Joe?"
"ESPECIALLY Mrs. Agent Joe. OK, let's start."
I grabbed the agent’s tight firm ass with my small, but strong hand. He flinched a bit. Squeezing his butt cheeks I checked for any anomalies.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Um... good?" Seeking whether that was the right answer he looked at me.
"But is there any swelling?" I prompted him.
"There is on this side," he pointed down to his deadly weapon which was now pointing straight out looking like it wanted to fire onto someone.
"Ah, yes. That's a sure sign that you're in danger. The infection looks for the path of least resistance. As I squeezed your behind it was displaced and now has migrated to your front, swelling your manhood into a potentially dangerous state.
It's worse than we thought Agent Joe. I'm going to need to extract a sample for lab analysis."
"Whatever you say Agent G."
"If I suspect right, I should be able to just squeeze a little of the white puss of the infection out...." Moving to my desk I retrieved the 'sample cups' from its top drawer. Going back to Agent Joe, I went around to his front and grasped his swollen infected organ. Puss didn't immediately come out, so I needed to squeeze and massage it a bit. Before too long though he responded…
"Oh it feels like it's going to burst!"
"Good, then I can get the necessary sample." Holding the cup in front of his cock I continued to squeeze and massage and finally the deadly puss came forth in several violent ejections. Some of it got on my hand.
Agent Joe looked horrified, "It's on you Agent G! Isn't that dangerous?"
"Nah, this infection only affects men... I'm safe."
He looked relieved and when he was turned away I quickly licked up the "puss" that had splashed onto me. It was yummy. Um, yummy in a purely professional way that is....
"OK, Agent Joe, we just now need to wait for the lab results. Please get dressed and send in the next agent."
One-by-one each agent entered my office and submitted to me kneading their butt cheeks and then coaxing forth a sample of their seed. Where it was possible to be discreet, I continued to commandeer a little of each sample for my own personal taste test.
Most tasted like chicken... well... salty chicken at least.
After all six had generated their samples I dismissed them for the day and immediately shipped off their sperm to headquarters.
Of course the real mission was to get their valuable genetic material. The agency needed more brave skilled heroes like these and the best way they'd surmised to do it was through sperm donation.
As always, and for the agents' own welfare, they couldn't be told the actual nature of that assignment. No it was better off to use the cover story about a possible infectious agent. In a few days I'd report to them that the lab results came back clean and all would be forgotten.
Yes, that was the nice thing about working with these men. They had been hand-selected for their bravery, loyalty, and yes also because they were a little bit dense. Perfect soldiers in our "SFG69" organization.
Now I just needed to figure out how I could acquire similar samples for my own needs in the future. I quite like the taste of salty chicken.
This short story was written for a bunch of my male Twitter followers. I quite like adding some humor to my erotica from time-to-time and I thought I’d take this opportunity to do just that.
Heavenly Bodies
His telescope, called "the stargazer 3000" is top-notch. It should be really, having spent a significant portion of his gross monthly salary to obtain it. But it is worth it. It provides the clearest, magnified, non-distorted views of any model available to the amateur astronomer. It evens connects to his computer allowing him to record the images captured through its peering lens.
Who would have thought a simple guy living in a downtown apartment would ever develop such an affinity for astronomy? With the City lights and pollution and living in the urban jungle, glimpsing the heavens is not exactly easy nor ideal.
But there is only one celestial body this man is interested in and every time he sees it, he's indeed transported to heaven. It's remarkable and breathtaking. He can only imagine what it would be like to view it from up close.
She lives in the building across the street. His obsession with her began nearly two years ago. It was quite an accident the first time really. Just admiring the skyline view, his eyes drawn to a window because of movement... and even with the naked eye; he could see HER naked shape framed in that 32nd floor window.
Not clearly... not clear enough at all, which is why he now owns equipment that could further the cause of SETI if he were to donate it to science. He didn't immediate purchase this optical monster. He started out slowly. First he retrieved an old pair of field binoculars he'd had since his childhood. Scratched lenses and all they provided a much improved view.
But like an addict who thinks they can quit anytime, the man soon found dissatisfaction with the binoculars. He bought a newer, more powerful pair. What an improvement they were! His only complaint then was how they shook... even when he just held them to his eyes. But they especially shook when he tried to hold them with one hand and massage his lower body with the other.
So then a tripod was necessary. Again an improvement. But on and on it went. Every few months a new upgrade or a new device. All to catch a slightly better look at "Venus" as he came to refer to her. And she truly was. He couldn't imagine how a girl this beautiful continued to remain unattached. He figured she should have multiple boyfriends circling around her like lunar satellites.
Anyway, that was unimportant. His new uber-scope ready to go, pointed at its target he waits in the darkness of his apartment like a hunter stalking prey.
Finally he is rewarded with his prize. She comes home to her apartment after a late night out. Unceremoniously stripping her clothes off he is treated to his first view ever of her naked flesh through this magnificent mechanical masterpiece. It is his best view yet, only hampered by the motion sickness he feels trying to adjust its target to track her as she walks through the apartment. But that's a small price to pay.
She seems to be doing something on her own computer at the moment. Maybe she’s checking email from online lovers or something like that. But she doesn't dawdle for long at it.
After awhile she washes and settles into bed. He's given the greatest gift of all as she sleeps naked and for some time remains clearly in view, nightstand lamp on watching television. Since she's no longer moving about, he can take his time and zoom in to maximum magnification on her beautiful figure.
His first exploration is of her mountain range. He's able to zoom in so close one nipple and areola completely fill his viewfinder image! He's ecstatic and begins to pleasure himself in earnest.
But then she stirs and he fears his show will end quickly tonight. Instead though, it looks like our Venus is about to pleasure herself! What an amazing stroke of luck! And out in the open too! Well of course, why should she worry? She feels absolutely safe and secure in her high-rise apartment. That allows her to manipulate her own pleasure center without concern or embarrassment.
He's able to focus in closely on her womanhood and can nearly see inside her black hole with the angle she's situated at. Now it shouldn't take long at all... and it doesn't
For fear of losing this opportunity he doesn't even try to retrieve his normal cum rag but instead shoots his hot plasma stream directly onto the pane of the glass window of his own apartment. Each burst smacks the surface and splatters into a circular blast pattern before slowing dripping down.
He'll worry about cleaning it up later. For now he simply keeps watching her and enjoying the afterglow of his own supernova explosion.
***
In the meantime, a young woman masturbates in her apartment. She's watching a video on her TV screen that has her very horny. The video is of a man, standing in his apartment, near the window. His manhood out he rubs it furiously and after some time he shoots powerful globules of semen straight out towards the window pane. They strike it with such force as to cause a momentary vibration.
It's such a pleasing sight, seeing this man pleasure himself in what he thinks is a safe, private setting in his darkened high-rise apartment. His unguarded ecstasy is so enticing to her.
She's just so lucky to have her TV connected to the video feed of her "Stargazer 3001". Yes that beauty of an instrument cost her dearly. But it was worth it. After all when she upgraded from the 3000 to the 3001 she added night-vision functionality to her previous model....
Yep I got you again didn’t I? I wrote this story in response to a few emailed questions from a fan. Once I posted it on my blog I emailed him back and he was ecstatic to find I’d taken his interest and turned it into a full-blown scenario. I really do love interacting with my readers and always love to hear what you think, good or bad, about my writing.
Well that concludes the “Fast Fantasies” portion of this publication. However, I’ve added a couple quick peek previews of two of my other works, “Free Agent” and “Vicariously” following this. They are substantial enough to give you an idea of the premise of each story and also work pretty good as stand-alone, short pieces as well. Enjoy!
The following is the beginning to “Free Agent” suspense, supernatural-themed erotic novel by Gina Sartucci. The full piece weighs in at 27,000 words.
All His Dreams Come True
“Derrick…?” The young brunette called out with a lilt in her petite voice – a voice that matched her diminutive frame. At 5’0, 103 pounds, she was just about as tiny as they come anyway. But compared to a hulking professional football player, she looked like a genuine midget.
“Derrick…? Where arrrrrreeeeeee you…?”
Derrick woke up. It was completely dark in his apartment bedroom. Looking at his nightstand he noticed the time, 3:15 a.m. Not sure whether he had actually heard anything or not, Derrick lie still in his bed and listened. After a minute or two of silence, he had almost decided it was nothing, but then….
“Derrick! Are you here or not? I’m getting tired of waiting. I just may start without you if you don’t hurry!” The voice giggled at the end of the sentence and Derrick heard a soft splash of water.
Derrick sat straight up in his bed, his heart pounding fast. Adrenaline surged through his body.
A gentle, flowery smell wafted in the air, lingering in front of him, before drawn slowly up his nostrils as he inhaled.
He had gone to sleep that night alone, as he usually did... at least as far as he could recall.
Scratching his head, he pondered. “Did I go out and pick someone up last night?” Straining to remember, he pieced back the events of last evening.
First, at around six, he had gone to see his mother who cooked him dinner. He stayed there for two hours.
Then after, he had come back to his apartment. His agent called and they spoke for less than an hour.
Following that, the evening unwound rather slowly with Derrick watching some TV, paying bills, and finally settling down on the couch with a good book, a saucy title of erotica called “Sex with Substance.” He loved the author, a young woman from Queens, and made it a point to read every book she’d released.
At around midnight he awoke, having drifted off on the couch, got undressed, and came to sleep here in his proper bed.
The sound of splashing water brought Derrick’s focus back to the issue at hand.
At 6’7”, 315 pounds, mostly muscle, the professional football lineman was not really afraid of ANYONE physically, much less a female. But having assured himself that he ended the evening alone, to be sitting in bed with a strange woman calling out to him was more than a little disconcerting.
He considered the possibilities.
Could it be a stalker? Derrick had never encountered one himself, but he had heard stories of a few guys in the league being followed obsessively by women. One case even surfaced where the girl had broken into and lived in the player’s home while he had been gone on a team road trip. When the player returned he found that the woman had rearranged all the furniture, loaded her clothes up in the closets, and even had changed her official mailing address to his place.
You never could be too careful about these sorts of situations, even if they didn’t seem immediately threatening. After all, woman or not, a deranged stalker could be unpredictable and volatile.
Derrick considered his options. Should he call the police? What if it wasn’t simply a woman? What if … it’s a group of burglars? They could possibly have weapons.
But then it occurred to him that if such a group had broken in, and knew that he was there, they wouldn’t be purposely waking him up with the siren call of a young woman. They would have attacked him in bed as he slept, when he’d be most vulnerable.
“Derrick… please, baby,” the voice insistently beckoned, starting to sound irritated.
Finally, he could take the suspense no longer. Derrick called out into the darkness, tentatively “who… who is it? Where are you?” As he spoke he slowly unfurled himself from the bed sheets and prepared for a physical assault, just in case.
“You know who it is sweetheart. I’m taking that long relaxing bath you promised me. But there’s just one thing. I can’t reach my lower back. Will you come in here and help me scrub it, Derrick…? Please… With sugar on top – and bottom. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Funny that he hadn’t noticed the bathroom light was on until that moment. Granted the door was closed, but enough light trickled out from underneath it and into the darkened bedroom for it to be quite obvious.
“What the hell is going on” he thought to himself as he slowly approached the door and tentatively reached for the handle.
Derrick took one last breath and held it in deep, muscles tensing, legs steadying. Who knew what to expect? He grabbed the handle and with a quick turn and push, flung open the door.
Just as soon as he did, Derrick was attacked!
… by floating bubbles.
The bathtub was filled as high as possible without overflowing. A thick layer of bubbles rested on the water’s surface. More of the soapy creatures had taken flight and were floating around the room in careless paths, congregating on the sink, mirror, towel bar, and just about everywhere there was a convenient landing place.
His vision, distracted by the airborne aggressors, took some time before it finally settled upon the source of the soft, sultry voice that had been calling to him. He could only see her head. It was topped with straight, dark hair as black as night, not quite shoulder length. She was soaking in the tub… or maybe being held captive and slowly consumed by the nefarious, translucent, spherical warriors.
“THERE you are!” The voice smiled. So did the face attached to it. It was a sweet, innocent smile. Like that of a young girl, who thinks that every man in the world is as nice as her own father. Innocence that shields her from the plain and dirty fact that most men, within a span of a few seconds of laying eyes on her, are already fantasizing about what it would be like to bed and ravage her petite, sexpot body.
“Now come here and feed me. I’m soooo hungry. I’ve been starving, waiting for you so long. I need to taste your seed. Come feed me you life-giving elixir, Derrick.”
Her smile lingered. Apparently, it wasn’t quite as innocent a smile as it first seemed.
Derrick, taken aback by the sexually-aggressive advance from this unknown woman, frowned and wondered out loud “Who ARE you, girl and how did you get in?”
“You can call me ‘Lucy’,” the voice responded. “But, that’s really unimportant right now. What IS important is I need to you help me.” Then without warning, the voice changed markedly, so much so that Derrick blinked his eyes to make sure he was still staring at a sweet young girl’s face. The sound that came out next was much deeper in pitch and almost masculine. “Now COME HERE, Derrick.”
Derrick tensed up. “What I’m fixing to do is call the police, woman. Now do you want to explain to me what you’re doing here and how you got in before I do?”
Lucy looked unfazed, “nah. Go ahead and call them. I’ll wait. I’ve got … oh about another 40 minutes or so, before I have to leave.” The voice was back to a sweet, high-pitched innocence. The smile continued to linger and was joined by a guilty giggle.
Derrick backed out of the room slowly; keeping his eyes fixed on her as picked up the phone on his nightstand and dialed 911.
“9-1-1 operator. What’s your emergency?”
“Yes, hello there’s a strange woman, naked in my bathtub, taking a bubble bath and I….”
The operator interrupted, “Oh, yes sir that DOES sound like such an emergency indeed. I assume she’s trying to kill you with kisses?”
“This isn’t funny,” Derrick shot back. “I don’t know who she is and I’m a professional athlete. I’m afraid she might be a stalker.”
The operator replied back with a dull voice, “Yes sir, I’ll dispatch a unit to your location immediately. Don’t worry.”
“Thank you, please hurry. Do you need my address?”
“No sir, I have that from the caller ID system…. But, Derrick? Go ahead and fuck Lucy while you wait. She won’t harm you. We promise.” The operator hung up with a click.
“What?!” Derrick was incredulous and his hand started to shake.
Lucy laughed from the tub, a strange and sinister laugh.
Derrick tried to hang-up and redial, but the phone was dead. Panicking now, he bolted for the bedroom door but found himself locked inside.
“How did you do this?” he screamed to Lucy. “How did you intercept the call and lock me in my own room with you inside?”
“Derrick! Think. What’s the only logical conclusion? Ah, I thought you were smarter than this.” Lucy’s face now looked visibly irritated.
“As far as I can tell, the only logical conclusion is that you aren’t working alone. You’re part of a group. Someone else locked us in and you’ve got someone intercepting my outgoing phone calls.” That was really the only possible explanation that came to Derrick’s mind. “OK. Tell me what you want. I don’t have much money. Take anything you want from here and just leave.”
Lucy now stood in the tub, emerging from the bubbles that had shielded her body from view. It was simply magnificent. Although small in stature, Lucy had all the right curves in all the right proportions. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, B-cup in size. They defied gravity. In fact, if Sir Isaac Newton were alive to see them, he’d have to go back to scribbling on a notepad because Lucy’s tits were a much more persuasive argument than any apple falling on your head.
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