This is the third story in a series. If you would like to start at the beginning, read When the Sheets Talk.
I was jealous of the spa-rock floor pounded by the shower spray. I wanted a pounding, and it wasn’t happening.
Impaled on Rafe’s cock, he wanted to hear about Mara. I was embarrassed. No, I wasn’t. I needed to own my desires, but I wanted to keep that experience for myself. The problem was I didn’t hide things from him.
Rafe pulled me from my thoughts when his fingertips melded into my skin. His cock throbbed inside me. He sensed that I waivered, contemplating what to do. His teeth landed on that tendon on my shoulder, my spot of ecstasy. Adding his tongue and lips to the exploration, I dropped my head back. Rafe’s mouth produced magic here. He nibbled along my neck as he gripped my ass and when he reached my jawline, I caved. The words blurted out.
“I liked Mara’s technique better than yours.”
I worried he’d stop kissing me, but he didn’t. Instead, Rafe pumped his pelvis sending his cock deeper inside of me.
Needing to see him, I lifted my head. He nailed me with the intensity of his raw desire which pressed my buttons. I recognized that look. We were locked in for the final countdown.
“Her tongue was like velvet.” Rafe smiled.
Watching me, he created a rhythm. It caused body memories of Mara’s tongue work to flood me.
“Mara had a light touch. She teased me to come out and play.”
Forehead to forehead, I smelled his want. My ass dragged across his hairy legs as he clutched my hips pulling me closer with every pelvic thrust.
“Her tongue danced on my clit.”
“And you liked it?”
I hesitated for a brief second. “I loved it.”
“You want more.”
“I do, too.”
Rafe continued his stroking pace. This master of orgasm construction worked magic.
“Give me more.”
His words surrounded me like a warm towel, comforting and secure.
“She wrapped her lips around my clit as I do your cock.”
Rafe groaned. That was the detail he wanted.
“She sucked hard. She nipped me. Her teeth grazed...” I sunk my nails into Rafe’s shoulder blades.
“She swirled her tongue.”
His moan erupted, along with his orgasm. Fingerprints would reside on each cheek after this powerful grip. And then Rafe let me have it. Hard. With frenzied hammering, he took me with him.
The water splattered on the shower floor.
Our quietening gasps encircled the space. A lavender scent hung in the air. Locked together in a body embrace on the bench, I blew out one long breath.
“You get me, Beth.”
I ran my fingers through his wet hair and kissed his forehead.
“You get me, too.”
“I would like for the three of us to talk…”
“Before we become a ménage.”
“I want you to have time alone with Mara.”
“You do? Why?”
“I feel it when you think no one is watching. It’s the look you get when you’re around Mara. It’s yearning.”
“Rafe, I think I’ve denied it.”
“That’s why I invited her over.”
“You know what I want better than I do, Rafe.”
“We continue to learn each other’s wants.”
“I bet you have ideas swirling around in your mind.”
I tilted my head and gazed into Rafe’s expressive face.
“Yes, discovery ideas. If you have any suggestions, I expect you to share.”
His cock came to life inside me.
“I always will.” Writing for Masturbation Monday. Click for choices in erotic stories.
Who celebrates the one week anniversary of a new job by purchasing lingerie? I do.
As I arrive at the boutique, I wonder what lacy bits will entice me. I adore sexy undergarments and how they send my sexual senses on high alert. I pass an impeccably dressed gentleman in a black suit near the entrance. I’m sure our pheromones mingled. He notices me, and his dark eyes make me shiver.
Heading for the bra and panty sets, I realize he is the only man in the store. Sorting through colorful satins and lace, he ignores all the fellow shopper’s gawks. His penetrating stare follows me as I pick out items. His presence is all encompassing and makes me feel good, woman good. Clearly, his likes and wants are well-established, and he has exquisite taste. Two can play this game. As he admires an exotic, black bustier, my sassy little southern-self sashays over.
“Excuse me. I’m choosing an indulgence for myself, and I’m not sure which to select.” I hold up the two items in my hand. “Would you give me an honest opinion?”
Behind him, the dorky, store clerk at the register raises her eyebrows, gives me thumbs up and fans her face.
Sexy hunk flashes a disarming smile. “North or South?
“Your accent. North Carolina or South Carolina?
“Why North, thank you. You have a keen ear.”
“I’m into details.” He scans my entire body. Just like a magician performing a disappearing act, I feel like my clothes vaporized. “For a real appraisal, I’d have to see it on you.”
Was that a dare? Is he pushing my sass?
“Well, okay then, sir, I’ll take these to the dressing room.” He raised an eyebrow. Did I just agree to model these tiny bits for a hot, stranger? I may have flirted myself beyond my comfortable sexual element and perhaps out of my league.
He follows me toward the dressing room. I turn, gazing into a set of all-knowing eyes and a scruffy face that makes me hot and bothered. He is so, not my usual, guy next door pick. He’s a gentleman, cultured and distinct with an edge about him. “You wait out here.” His nod provides no assurance, and now I’m unglued.
Removing my clothes, I select the teddy. By lingerie accounts, it is conservative, my typical style. Ready for his thoughts, I push the door open. He peruses me. I feel every discerning aspect as if his eyes were hands tantalizing my skin.
“You look lovely, but your assets are hidden. Try this; I believe it will suit you.” He holds out a hanger. His wicked grin turns my knees to jelly and my southern lady parts throb. That little smirk tells me he knows something I don’t. What is it about a dare? I always go for them.
“Great. Thank you.” I snatch the hanger.
“If you need any help, I’m right out here,” he said and pointed to the chair across the way. Damn. He delivers his precise words with an understated command and control which showcases art and science.
After closing the door, I remove the teddy. It’s official. I have lost my mind. I am buck-naked less than five feet from this random, enticing gentleman who has selected silky undies for me. I retrieve the hanger containing a two piece bra and panties thing. As I hold it up, I want to slap my big mouth that works before my brain. There isn’t enough material to fit around my breasts. I struggle with all the ribbons on the bottom and how they attach. He must enjoy tying things up. I freak out when I see my reflection. Nothing is left to the imagination. The reality of what I’m doing hits me, or maybe my good girl side raised her nagging head.
“Hmm, this isn’t me,” I stammer as his footsteps approach the dressing room.
“It is perfect for you. I can help you get it situated.”
My heart sprints and my crotch plays some fast Latin number. You’ve gone this far. You don’t back down from anything, even this. It may be new, but you can do this. I open the door to a set of smoldering gaze brands me as he steps into the changing room. This gorgeous stud assesses strips of material dangling off my body, covering mostly nothing. I have no moisture in my mouth; it’s all headed south. I am in heaven, and it is blistering as hell.
“Well, you are twisted up. Turn around.”
As I turn, the mirror reflects a fully clothed him and a barely covered me. My breathing falters. He raises both his hands, firm and broad, in the air and his finger gestures at my back where I have tangled the bra clips. I nod yes.
I breathe in his potent maleness as his fingertips work to adjust my attire. He unclips, straightens, and re-clips the bra like a male well-versed in women’s sexy foundations. After smoothing the band on my back, he continues around the front band under my breasts. His thumbs graze me. My nipples pop out like dough released from of biscuit can, seen through this sheer bra. He observes me as if he is anticipating a response. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. Dark eyes probe mine. He eliminates ribbon twists on the shoulder straps. His touch greets every sensual nerve ending on my body. He works diligently preparing something, and that something is me.
“And now the bottom,” he said.
He looks to the panties, “You are going to have to step out of those.”
I almost swallow my tongue. How ironic. I have to pull up my big girl panties to push the erotic ones down. Is he always this proficient at divesting women of their intimates? Well, I’m not stopping now. When I bend over, my ass shoves into him, and his thick erection startles me. I look up, and the intensity of his gaze causes me to shudder. I have throbs where I didn’t know I had places. He knows what he is doing to me. His smile signals intent. Yes, I’m pretty sure he’d be proficient at licking, sucking, fingering, and fucking me.
Taking the panties, he unties the ribbons.
“Hold this to your belly.” How can one guy know so much about affixing lingerie? He squats, eye to eye with my ass. Holy hell. With his face between my legs, he exhales on my skin as he reaches through and grasps the panties. I reek of sexual excitement; my scent arouses me. The back of his hand slides by my vulva lips, touching me ever so slightly. He pulls the panties through and up as he rises. He sniffs his hand. Mortified and turned on, that’s me.
When he stands, dominance emanates from him.
“Turn.” Sideways, he ties the ribbons on my right side. He leans in over my right shoulder and admires my cinched up breasts. His hard cock nestles in my ass. My heart races and he groans, “Done.” He tilts his head right and left studying me. “One last inspection.”
My needy sex squeaks. “Yes, sir.”
He evaluates every angle where the fabric touches my skin. His finger traces the lace edge of the bra cup again and smooths the band. I imagine his thumb pads on my aching nipples, and I grit my teeth. He crouches in front of me, eye level with my hairless sex. Oh, my God. I hold my breath.
He adjusts the ribboned lace of crotchless panties so that my engorged vulva lips and clit protrude. I should bottle the fragrance of horny me mixed with him for a potent elixir and sell it. He is so close to my sex he could stick out his tongue and taste me. Do it. Do it. I know he sees my secret, a new piercing, never seen by anyone. He looks up, grins at me and stands. He finishes his inspection by moving me to face the mirror as he smooths the panties lace line, and he fingers the open heart design of the ribbon bow on my ass. His touch tingles on my skin. I am captivated.
The erotic tension mounts in this small space as we stand there drinking each other in, neither one moving.
Flustered words sail from my mouth. “Thank you—for everything.”
Appearing comfortable with the tension, he lingers for a few seconds. What is he thinking? I’m not moving, sir. I can’t take this any farther. My heart, matching my pelvic throbs, is beating so loudly the whole world must hear it.
Finally, he speaks. “It was my pleasure.” With one last, long look, he exits.
I collapse against the door panting. In the mirror, a sex siren stares back at me, not the woman who entered this room. I experience myself through his intense eyes, touch, and a devilish smirk.
Did this event happen?
I blow out a long breath. Dare I relieve my horniness before I begin to dress? Hell, yes. No one has ever worked me up like this. I replay every second of our encounter as I use my hand, wishing it was his. Sizzling and sexy in the lingerie he picked out for me, in the tiny space that holds the essence of our exchange, I orgasm.
When my heart rate slows, I dress and gather my purchases.
As I approach the cashier, she scrutinizes me. “Wow, I bet you have some story to tell.”
My embarrassed flush burns.
“He helped me pick out lingerie.” What a lame response.
“Well, okay, if that’s what you want to call it. Your helper asked me to give you this.” She holds out a business card. “And just so you know, he never gives out his card.”
I take it and stare at the written words.
“Southern Belle, I know what you did. I want you to do it for me. Wear your purchase on Saturday night. Call for time and location.”
I flip the card over.
Writing for Masturbation Monday during Masturbation Month. There is plenty of hotness there, go see.
Two weeks ago, I found myself sitting in a closet waiting out a 30 minute tornado warning. Real life became my muse. Enjoy.
Desiree bolted up in bed when the weather radio blared the tornado warning. The electricity was out, and lightning flashes provided the only view. Jumping from her bed, she moved frantically to get to safety in the closet. She dove in and pulled the door tight.
Why hadn’t Justin made it home yet?
Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears. Sitting in the dark shaking, she lost all sense of time. Memories flooded her. The storm, her loss, and then Justin’s absence enveloped her. A panic attack was closing in.
She never heard him until the door flew open. He’s here. Water droplets splashed through the air and landed on her bare skin. She smelled Justin above the scent of wet clothes.
His desperate words hit her.
“Oh, Justin. I’m scared.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here.” She reached out toward his voice, and her hand pressed into his drenched coat. Justin dropped to his knees.
“I’m cold, too.”
“Let me help you get these clothes off.”
“Aaah, my sex kitten is ready.”
“Shut up. You know how inclement weather makes me crazy.”
They fell over each other, in the small, inky space as they both pulled at his clothes attempting to get them off.
“Hmmm. You are all nakedly warm and inviting.”
“How can you think of sex right now?”
“Maybe you should try it.”
The darkness in the closet cloaked them. Justin’s masculine scent merged with the soggy fabric and put Desiree on edge. Fear had pumped her adrenaline, and now it was threaded with lust for him. When her hands met his damp, cold skin, she shivered. His shoulder grazed her nipple, and it stiffened.
Deafening thunder caused her to jump. Desiree’s hand landed on his thigh, next to his hard cock.
“It won’t be like last time, Desiree. Push those thoughts away. We’re safe here.”
Desiree fought the memories of losing the house to a monster tornado. Could she stay encased in the darkness feeling the warmth Justin’s cock provided?
She eased her hand down to his balls and cradled them in her hand. Justin’s satisfied moan made her smile.
“Your man parts are warm.”
“Keep exploring like that, and my whole body will heat up.”
Desiree squeezed his balls. After she had pushed the pile of wet clothes away, she stroked his cock like she had a hundred times before. Even through the darkness, Desiree visualized his response. She leaned over and captured the head of his cock between her lips. His ass rose off the floor.
“Dez… yes. Roll over. Let me hear you, do yourself. Make it loud.”
Moving on her side, Desiree lapped at Justin’s hard cock. Sucking him soothed and pacified her. She drew love lines up and down her wet lips with her index finger. Desiree rubbed her outer lips between her thumb and forefinger grazing her clit. She concentrated on enjoying Justin’s hardness.
“I hear you, Dez. You’re so wet. Aaaaah your mouth, tongue. That’s it, baby.”
The storm intensified, and so did Desiree. She matched the storm’s pace on herself and Justin. Tree branches cracked and scraped across the roof. Hail pellets pummeled the windows. Her heart rate soared. This soundtrack sent her to a terrifying edge.
A thunder clap shook the house, and her mouth popped off Justin’s erection. At that moment, the noise made her task apparent. Change the meaning of this storm.
“I have to be closer, Justin. We have to fuck. This tornado will not defeat me.”
“Forget sex kitten. You’re a lion.”
She straddled his lap, lined up his cock and seated him all the way inside her.
The house walls shook as much as she did. The howling wind surrounded them.
“Fuck me, Justin.” Beating the wailing beast was her goal.
Justin wrapped his arms around her and drove her body up and down on his cock. Desiree ground her clit on Justin’s pubic bone with every stroke. It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t let the storm win.
“Justin, finger my asshole.”
“What? For real?”
“Yes, do it, baby.”
Justin’s hand dropped down her back, and he cupped her ass squeezing her cheek as she continued to ride him. He slid his finger down her crack and pressed against her hole.
She sunk her teeth into his neck and had lift-off.
She soared on the orgasm, floating over the roar of the freight train storm.
No debris hit her, this time.
No wind ripped her apart.
Justin growled in her ear as his finger danced on her asshole.
She rose above the storm.
Pleasure burst through her body.
Her mind echoed the chant, “I win, I win, I win.”
Spent, Desiree slipped into sleep. They lay entwined on the closet floor. These warm bodies had lived life on their terms.
When Desiree awoke, sunlight streamed under the door. A wet, musky, sex-scent hung in the air. Justin stirred, and she faced him, smiling.
“Thanks for last night.”
“You’re welcome, Dez.”
“I hope your unit was okay with you coming to me.”
“They understood. We’re in one piece, that’s what matters. How do you feel?”
“Pretty good. I didn’t have a panic attack, the house is standing, and we had hot sex.”
“Does that good mood mean I don’t have to wait for a tornado to play with your ass again?”
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His favorite sex scene in the movie had played and J.B, turned to me, agitated.
“I just want to tie you up, blindfold you, and tease you until you can’t stand it. Is that too much to ask?”
The muscle in his jaw popped. He stood as the sexual need surged through his body.
“No, baby.” I crossed my legs and pinched my desire together. “Go look under the bed.”
I’m pretty sure he expected my usual, “no,” but my request didn’t fit the moment. J.B.’s pained expression touched me. I had yet to agree to bondage and a blindfold, but I knew it was important to him.
“J.B., I think you’ll like it. Just look.”
I had wondered how I would share my secret. The timing was perfect. We had been lying together on the sofa watching J.B.’s favorite movie. I throbbed between my legs, thinking about my surprise. I hoped J.B would humor me.
He looked defeated when he walked over to the end of the bed. He pulled up the dust ruffle and peered underneath. I hoped he would be pleased with my initiative. I knew he wanted this.
When I discovered his computer search, his wish was clear and in vivid colors. He had looked at blue handcuffs but had marked the page with pink ones that included a spreader bar and a blindfold. I’d been reluctant. The idea of giving up control spooked me. I wanted to allow J.B. to be in charge of my pleasure. I wanted to give him that gift. Would my gesture make the impression I intended?
He pulled the box out and gazed back at me.
I didn’t recognize that look. J.B.’s entire body had filled with lust and spoke to all my places south. There was joy etched on his face, and it seared my heart.
“Get on the bed, Ella.”
His voice sounded so different, earthy and raw. His fingers tightened on the box.
I rose hurriedly, attempting to steady my breathing. The excitement, curiosity, and my arousal pushed me forward.
Standing before him, I bit my lip as I stared into his beautiful face. When I moved toward the bed, he grabbed my wrist.
That one word set the stage. J.B. wasn’t asking. It was a command. My stomach fluttered, my heart thudded, and my hands shook. My panties became soaked. That in-charge voice told me I was going into the unknown.
“I’m not sure who will enjoy this more, Ella.”
The temperature in the room rose. As I undressed, J.B. opened the box and retrieved the contents. My taut nipples accompanied the full ache throughout my pelvis. Maybe, unconsciously, I had wanted this.
I sat on the edge of the bed and J.B. squatted at my knees. His steady hands rested on my thighs, brushing his thumbs back and forth on my skin. He was priming me for what was to come. I don’t think I have ever craved him before, but this was something else.
“Thank you, Ella. Tonight is about me giving you pleasure. It’s what I’ve wanted. And when you orgasm—”
That muscle in his face flexed, again.
“That orgasm will be mine.”
“I’m going to cuff your hands and then your feet. Concentrate on the sensations you feel. Okay?”
With silicone cuffs attached to my wrists and clipped them together, I was his. J.B. inserted his finger between my skin and the cuff, rubbing my skin. I didn’t expect that I would be hyper-sensitive there, but I was. He lifted my hands and kissed each palm. His warm breath sent signals to my body, like a private conversation. Every part of me listened. Tonight, I wanted to make his fantasy come true.
“Crawl up to the headboard, lie on your back. Do it slowly, Ella, so that I can enjoy your lovely ass and dripping pussy.”
My breath caught in my throat as his gravelly voice assailed my senses. I stood up and put my bound palms on the sheet. As I placed my knee on the bed, I wiggled my butt. The groan from J.B. sealed the deal. His hands landed on my ass, and he kneaded my cheeks while I crawled up the bed. His touch drew a new desire from me, and left a suggestion of his intended pleasure.
I rolled over and settled onto the bed.
“Wrap both hands around one of the headboard spindles.”
I looked over my head and grabbed the metal rod with both hands. “Is this how you want me, J.B.?”
He gazed over my body. “Yes. Beautiful.”
J.B. pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his pants down his legs. Male perfection. While I enjoyed his naked form, he traced a line with his finger from my ankle, up over my hipbone, between the hollow of my breasts and finally to my lips. Goosebumps followed his finger’s trail like sunflowers follow the sun.
“Suck my thumb.”
After one taste, I twirled my tongue around his finger, and he took charge. He explored my tongue, gums, and lips, awakening sensations, carnal cravings, I didn’t know I had. J.B. was good at this.
“I’m going to fasten the spreader and then the blindfold.”
He worked quickly, and when J.B. covered my eyes, I relished my last view. His hand was firmly attached to his hard cock, giving himself a slow stroke.
Urgent lips kissed mine. As our tongues touched, J.B. sucked mine into his mouth. This was a dance we had never danced before.
When he broke the kiss, I was lying in a pool of need. The air particles stirred and I swear I could feel each one landing on my skin inciting me to feel more.
In the darkness, my body throbbed as I anticipated J.B.’s next touch. I could feel his finger caressing the sheet as his hand rested by my ankle. Touch me, again. Kiss me, again.
“Waiting is an exceptional talent, Ella. I should know.”
He leaned over me. I inhaled the sexually charged scent of him. J.B. dragged his cock and balls over my shin and thigh, and I almost levitated off the bed. I was mesmerized by the sensations he induced.
J.B. chuckled and kissed my cheek. And then he left the room.
*Writer's Note: This story was the result of a lovely exchange with a friend. Enjoy, J.B. I do believe there is More to come.
Go see what J.B. gave Ella in Dripping.
This is #8 in the Service House Training Stories. It is a serial read. You can start from the beginning HERE.
Periwinkle arrived at her assigned room. Naked and pacing, she attempted to shake herself from the erotic storm she witnessed. The mixture of torment and lust between Orlando and Lowell was abundant. She was caught up in something. There was so much she didn’t know about being at Service House.
The door opened, and Julianna peeked in.
“Hi. What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to help you get ready for your session. How are you doing after that demonstration?”
“I’m wired. I’m not sure what is going on between those two or why I seem to be in the middle of it.”
Julianna patted the bed for Periwinkle to sit down. After she had settled on the bed, Julianna stroked her hair, careful not to touch her anywhere else. It soothed Periwinkle.
“Sometimes the testosterone surge is bigger than the both of them. But it will all work out.”
“I just want to have good teachers so I can be the best at service.”
“I understand Periwinkle. Sometimes the people mix is fascinating.”
“What do you mean?”
Julianna fidgeted for a moment.
“No one has explained it to you, Periwinkle.”
“Here at the House, you’re what we call an amplifier. Your presence amps up sexual energy. Feel the charge in the room? That’s you.”
“That’s why they are aggressive. Those men, they want more sensation. You can give them that.”
“I don’t understand, Julianna.”
“When we all start at Service House, sexual qualities are identified in each of us. I’m called a matcher. I can match the sexual intensity of anyone I touch. I can’t create it or amplify it, like you.”
Periwinkle studied her, thinking.
“How do you do that?”
“By a single well-placed touch.”
“Are you saying during my sexual arousal, if you touched me, my sexual energy becomes yours?”
“So, if I move into an intense sexual scene and you touch me, you match me with my experience.”
“So, if someone touches you, does he or she feel you and me?”
“Uh-huh. That’s the amplifying part. It just gets bigger. Do you want to see what it’s like before your session with Orlando?” Julianna was a pure pleasure seeker.
Periwinkle wondered if she would be punished for this, but she wanted a friend here, someone to talk to.
“Perfect. I want you to think about the session you just witnessed. Place yourself back in the room. Focus on the feelings.”
Periwinkle closed her eyes. It was as if her body was an old fashion thermometer. You could see her temperature rising. Color flushed her skin, and she sucked on her lip.
“Tell me, what is playing on your mind?”
“Their interaction, just now and…on the hardwood table in last week’s teaching session.”
“Yes, good,” said Julianna, admiring Periwinkle.
“Orlando perceives what Lowell wants and how to—”
“Either give it to him or frustrate him.”
“Yes, the need was great.”
“Who’s need, Periwinkle?”
She whispered, “Both of them.”
“Now, lie back, let me show you.”
Julianna desired an erotic jolt, but she knew it was too soon to touch Periwinkle, so she instructed instead.
“Put your hands on your breasts. Roll your nipples between your fingers.”
The words alone sent sexy shockwaves south. As Periwinkle worked her peaks, her breathing quickened. Julianna felt Periwinkle’s arousal building, and she craved it.
“Slide your feet up and drop your knees out. I want access to your wet folds.” The sheets crumpled as her feet dragged closer to her ass and then Periwinkle eased each leg out to the side.
“How are your nipples?”
Julianna hovered over Periwinkle, blowing on her skin but not touching her.
Julianna’s breath technique allowed Periwinkle to access her body memories. When Julianna blew on her nipples, Periwinkle remembered the night Orlando tied the ribbons to them. The attached weights pulled on her tips and made her needy, like now.
Julianna puckered her lips and sprayed warm air back and forth across Periwinkle’s stomach, and Periwinkle replayed the previous scene of the two men as their sexual chemistry surged. Her mouth dropped open with want.
As warm air passed by her ass cheeks, it called to mind Orlando’s butt plug insertion on their first night. Periwinkle clenched.
Moving up her body, Julianna lingered over Periwinkle’s face and then lightly breathed on her lips. It sent Periwinkle to teaching night. She had tasted Lowell’s cock as the magic wand vibrations exploded on her clit. That orgasm had been massive. The memory of sucking him came with all the body sensations.
“Oh, Periwinkle, you are so ready. I’m going to—”
“Julianna, what are you doing?”
Master Lowell’s loud voice boomed from the doorway, and then the door slammed behind him. Julianna jumped off the bed and assumed her training position.
Periwinkle re-lived an all too familiar low-riding ache. Why was this happening, again? She attempted to sit up to her assigned training position.
“Stay where you are, Periwinkle.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Julianna. Go to Room F and tell the attendant to follow the procedures for unauthorized sexual intent.”
“Yes, Master Lowell.”
“I will be in later.”
The door closed behind Julianna without any sound. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room leaving only the sexual tension of Periwinkle’s body. She was a hyper-sensitive mess, radiating a sexual need she had never felt before.
“Periwinkle, open your eyes.” When she did, she spotted Master Lowell crouched at the end of the bed between her legs.
“Your need, little one, it is tapping into mine.” Those words and his gaze reactivated her sexual desire, exactly where Julianna left off.
“When my fingers enter your channel, and my thumb touches your clit, you will experience our raw sexual energy, and you will instantly orgasm.”
He rose and puffed his breath over each nipple, then down her abdomen, and to her sex. All of the memories brought forth with Julianna swirled in her mind again. As promised, when Lowell’s touched her, an orgasm ignited. It was a pleasure beyond any she had experienced, and she soared.
Lowell draped a piece of silk material across her body.
“This is your gift. It has absorbed all your pleasure.” He caressed her foot, and his fingers lingered.
Overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings, Periwinkle clutched the silk as Lowell left the room. She knew he was headed to Julianna.
As I entered the dimmed bedroom, Jolene lounged with her kick-butt, cowboy boots dangling off our bed. While that was an unusual sight, what got my attention was her hand stroking the dildo strap-on. My blood surged, and my gaze shot to her face. She swirled her tongue around her lips and blew me a kiss. My breathing quickened.
“For me?” I swallowed hard.
“Yeah, Tex. You ready?”
I walked closer to the bed taking in the impressive view. Jolene squirted a lot of lube in her palm, and her slick hand leisurely danced up and down the dildo’s length.
What would that feel like in me? With her moving it, in and out?
“Jolene, you got a big one.”
“Baby, it’s what you said you wanted. Now take your clothes off and come sit by me.”
Nervous and excited, I yanked my boots off and then my clothes. I maintained my focus on Jolene, her cowboy boots, and that massive dildo.
Dreams do come true. I was primed for this. The soft sheets touched my skin as I settled on the edge of the bed beside Jolene. The charge in the air held an unmistakable erotic scent, and I realized it was me.
“Tex, invite my nipples to the party.”
I kissed one pebbled tip and drew it in my mouth. I knew what would set Jolene off, so I grazed her skin with my teeth.
“You love to play with fire,” she said.
“I’m going for intense heat,” said Jolene as she stroked my cock and her dildo. My personal two-fisted wonder was getting us ready.
Filling my hands with her big, luscious breasts, I alternated nipping, sucking, and then licking her strawberry tips.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” I said.
“Tex, we agreed. It’s my turn to be in charge, so hop up here between my legs.” She let go of my erection, and I repositioned and draped my thighs over hers.
“Practice time is over. Did you do it?”
“I did, Jolene.”
I scooted closer to her, and I lifted my legs presenting my ass.
“Oh, baby, you followed my directions. And you used my favorite butt plug.” Her hands slipped under me, and she squeezed each cheek, as she admired my handiwork. The pressure of her nails on my skin ground her need into me.
“I’ve been imagining you pounding me.” I stroked Jolene’s leg, and her eyes lit with excitement. I was so hard.
Her words, a command laced with dirty intent, made me harder. I stared at the ceiling anticipating her touch, wondering what she would do.
“You’re my butt slut, baby. I am going to enjoy having your ass.” She wiggled the butt plug. I held my breath and grabbed each of her thighs.
“Stroke yourself while I play with the plug.”
She moved it around. My body flushed. The room was hot. I was roasting. Jolene had me exactly where she wanted me.
My cock and the plug were a matched set of steel. I continued my stroking.
I froze. Tonight couldn’t be about punishment. Losing the sensations created by my hand left me in agony. It was worse as Jolene pulled the plug out, but when I felt her fingers around my hole, probing, I revved up again. She pushed the tip of the giant dildo inside and paused. She was reminding me I was her plaything. I steadied my breathing and waited.
“You are doing this, Tex.”
“You are going to fuck yourself on my cock. Use my thighs, use the bed and bounce on my cock. Hold tight. Do it. I said so.”
She had the angle just right. I squeezed my eyes shut. As I moved my ass a little closer to her body, it shoved the dildo shoved further inside me. Jolene’s hands slid up under my thighs and gripped me tightly. It was what we had talked about, what we wanted. She had me saddled to ride and I would.
“Fuck me, Tex. Fuck me, hard.”
As she created a rhythm pulling me closer to her, I started moving. With my ass high on her lap, the bouncing helped. I thrashed my head as the intensity built. Her cowboy boot was near my mouth.
“Jolene, I want to taste your boot.”
Jolene moved her foot closer to my face. The leather scent confirmed I was riding. I nuzzled her boot, and I picked up my pace. She filled me. Her fingernails digging into my legs urged me on. I was full, hot, and exploding. The position was perfect. I kissed her boot, a full mouth kiss. When my tongue touched the leather, I wanted a crop on me, stinging, pushing me on. The picture captured me. I imagined Jolene smacking my ass, my thighs, my balls.
“Get it Tex, get it.”
I was bouncing so hard and fast; in a kind of cowboy saddle heaven.
“Ride me, Jo.”
She yanked on my thighs, and her cock bottomed out in me. My orgasm exploded in the bedroom like a shooting star across the sky. I jerked to the sensations as I bit her boot and hung on. Locked together, I rode her, and she rode me.
It was the riding crop that took me away.
She rubbed my thigh muscles as my spasmodic motions subsided.
“Did you get there, Tex?”
“Pretty much. What about you, Jolene?”
“Uh, huh and more.”
Tell her now.
“I need to visit the barn.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No, I’m getting my riding crop.”
Jolene chuckled. “Well, well. Is that for you or me?”
“I’m up for negotiating. Have you been a naughty girl?” Writing for Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday.Head on over to both of these websites and see what other sexy goodness you can find.
One year ago, I started my website and began posting stories. This story was posted as a guest blog with Wicked Wednesday before my website was up and running. It is hard to believe I've been writing a year. What a ride! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I look forward to what this year brings. Dr. J.
“I want to see the round and juicy parts. I’m a visual person,” said James.
“Yeah and I’m the auditory person. Give me murmurs, gasps, and groans. I want the nuances of the body speaking,” said Camille.
“So where does that leave us in selecting a porn film for tonight?”
They sat across from each other at the partner’s desk. Each one had a computer open. They had reviewed films for a while. Camille wondered if they had reached an impasse.
“Maybe we can discuss the finer points about what we like,” said Camille. “I’d be willing to start.”
James pinched his lips between his fingers, thinking. “This could be a futile exercise.”
“Oh, you have no faith. We agreed to find porn we both liked. I know it can happen. What if we each did a little more research and then shared our likes when we’re done?”
“I can work with that. Any particular parameters?”
Camille perked up. “How about we narrow the scope to real people in meaningful relationships having sex?”
“Okay, let’s select our favorite video which combines great visuals for me and sexy sounds that will drive you crazy.”
“That sounds good.”
“I have a request, though; can we search for the films naked?” James’ eyes pleaded.
“Hmm, how naked? I have this great new garter belt and stockings sans panties that would make me feel sexy while I look. You want to see?”
Camille shimmied out of her skirt. She showcased the lingerie as if she were a model. She struck poses highlighting her exposed ass, long legs, and mostly, her bare pussy.
Appreciative noises came out of James like he was experiencing erotic pleasure for the first time. He knew his sounds glided over Camille’s skin like touch arousing every erogenous area. “Oh, yeah. Hmmmmmm. Oh God. Huhhh.”
Camille walked to his side of the partner’s desk and slid his computer over. She laid face down on top of the desk and hiked her derriere in the air for his personal inspection. She knew how to get James revved up.
“What do you think, babe? Does it fit? Can I wear it while we search for videos?”
James thought Camille had a world class ass. If it were a hotel, it would have a five-star rating. He delighted in her creamy, white flesh accented with the royal blue garters and white stockings. She looked like a gift secured with silk, lace, and ribbons.
“I need to check more carefully,” he growled.
James rose, and his chair creaked. Camille shivered. He toed off his shoes and shucked off his shirt. When Camille heard the shirt swish to the floor, she knew her pussy gushed. James ran a finger up the edge of a garter. He snapped it and watched goosebumps rise on Camille’s beautiful ass. James smiled when he heard her suck in a quick breath.
“You look delicious spread across our big, hard desk. You’re going to fuck me good tonight.” Both his hands stroked along the garters. He slipped fingers between her legs enjoying her wetness.
Camille spread herself wider, but James made her wait. With one hand, he turned the computer facing him and pressed buttons. With his other hand, he slid fingers up and down her drenched folds.
“Too many clothes James. Take more off.” He leaned over her and rubbed his chest all the way up her back until he was level with her shoulders. James positioned his lips by her ear. His ragged breathing echoed in the room. Camille’s sex driven symphony commenced. She ground her gorgeous, round butt into his crotch.
“My zipper will be coming down next. What else do you have for me to see?” whispered James.
James stood, and so did Camille. She turned and faced him. Watching his steady eyes, Camille unbuttoned her blouse. At the bra edge, she ran her fingers over her breasts. The pitch and cadence of his breathing provided stimulation to her ears. Determined to conduct this work, Camille matched his breathing with her heaving. She readied for his breathing tempo change as she dropped the blouse and displayed her succulent breasts encased in sheer, white fabric. Rolling her shoulders back and forth allowed James to watch the sway of her breasts. “Didn’t you say something about a zipper?”
James smirked. Camille gave him exactly what he wanted. Moving around her, James pressed another button on the computer. Then he reached up and yanked the cups of the bra down causing each breast to spring out. Camille gasped. James affixed his mouth to her erect nipple as he pulled his zipper down. Working intentionally, he caused each metallic click to reverberate in the room.
Camille moved to the rhythm of the zipper clicks as if she were being unzipped. James sucked and slurped each nipple to the beat of her body movements. Grabbing the sides of his pants, Camille pushed them off his hips. When they passed his knees, he sank into the office chair bringing Camille down on his lap in a straddle.
“Shall I lean back a little more for maximum viewing pleasure?” said Camille.
“Oh yeah, baby, your tits do it for me every time.”
“I thought you were an ass man?”
James chuckled and used that smooth as bourbon southern drawl to drive Camille insane. “If it’s round, warm, and accessible, then life is good darlin’.”
“Oh James, get going.”
James lifted Camille onto his rock hard penis. When she sucked him inside her, his grunt caused whistling air to hiss through his teeth. He settled her ass on his thighs. “Bounce baby, give it to me hard.” He leaned back into the chair taking in this vision. She locked her eyes on him as he pressed another button on the computer. He anticipated her response.
The room filled with a menagerie of sex sounds played in surround-sound. Camille found herself in the middle of many wild and lustful, mating rituals. Her nostrils flared, and she grabbed James by the shoulders and rode him like a pent up rodeo star riding the prize bull. She bounced her breasts in his face just like he liked it.
When orgasms took them both, Camille wrapped her arms around James. He nuzzled her neck and cheek and gently caressed her back. They shared a soft, warm kiss. The sounds subsided, and James closed the computer.
“Holy cow James, you are a computer sex doctor. You recorded and played back, how many? How did you do that? It was incredible.”
“You know which part. That was what… three or four of our videos over the last month with all those sounds and nasty words.”
“Pretty sweet, huh?”
“Yeah, but how?”
“I’m a video guru. I knew you would request relationship porn and I know what you like. Whose porn could be better than ours?”
“We are pretty impressive.”
“Now Camille, it’s your turn to decide. Upload today’s video or keep it just for us?”
“Upload. What number is this one?”
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This is what happened after Cuffed by Dr. J. Read this first, if you want to want to know how Eliot got here and to watch the video.
“What have you done, Darla?”
“Let’s go see.”
She grabbed my handcuffed hands and pulled me down the hall to our spare room. I wanted to sink my teeth into her luscious ass. I loved it when she wanted control. When we entered the room, I spotted the exercise bench. The devilish look in her eye made me hotter as we moved closer to the apparatus. She was in a playful mood, and I was her plaything.
“You know, we could have made that video.”
“Looks like it.” The bench was decked out with the same cuffs as the video. Darla must have been working on this plan for a while.
“I think we should do a little research on orgasm control.”
“You just like to be in charge. I’m glad we work so well together.”
“I like being bossy, too. Now let’s get these clothes off so you can sit on the bench.”
Her sexy scent wafted through the air confirming that her sexual interest was engaged. “Yes, ma’am.”
She pushed my pants down my legs. I stepped out of them and straddled the bench.
Darla had cuffed my feet before she unfastened the handcuffs. Stepping between my legs, she unbuttoned my shirt and shimmied her breasts in my face. When I leaned forward to feel them, she shook her head, pushed me back and glided my shirt off, one shoulder at a time. Oh, yes, this was her show. Warm hands skated over my skin, and when she raked my nipples, I knew she meant business. She nipped my ear then kissed me softly as she cuffed my wrists to the bench. She would give me pain.
I was now under her control. Would Darla do what was in the video or did she have something else in mind? She rolled a stool in front of me and sat. Her chest heaved, and I could see hard nipples. All my systems were alert and ready to go.
“I have some interesting things planned. Things we’ve not done before. Are you going to be a good little slave?”
This side of her drove me insane and had me craving whatever she wanted to do. Oh, baby, make me hurt.
“I will be good, ma’am.”
She scooted a table closer to her stool. I saw the ball gag.
“I can see your hands well, so if you need me to stop, give me a signal.”
“How about I’ll cross my fingers.”
“Good. Are you ready?” I nodded and opened my mouth. She slipped the ball gag between my teeth and then fastened the straps. I drew in a long breath of air through my nose as I adjusted to the feel and taste. This toy was a first. I wanted this.
Sensing that, Darla moved on to sweet torture. Her soft lips kissed me around my mouth and then she licked the ball gag. Holy hell. My intake of air went deep as she scraped her fingernails over my nipples. Her clawing brought me to a quick sexual need. My evident arousal sported a drop of fluid at the tip.
She poured lube into her hands and rubbed them together before she touched me. With a warm, firm stroke, she swirled around my head and then leisurely slid her hand down to the base. I was hyper-sensitive and lifted slightly off the bench. Her other hand cupped my balls, and then she slipped her finger over my perineum, to my asshole and forward again. This rocking motion became her action rhythm. I was lost in erotic sensations. My nose whistled an intake of air, and I moaned like the man on the video. She pulled the arousal from me with her talented hands.
Teasing me with her fingers, she never said a word. My nasal breathing filled the room punctuating my groaning and limited body movements slapping the bench. If I lifted up, she slipped her wet fingers further down my crack. Double timing me, her one hand owned my cock’s length and head, her other hand my balls and ass. The combination was insane. I inched forward on the bench so she could reach everywhere. She brought me to the brink and pulled back, again and again. I suffered hard, sweet pain.
How many times did she take me to the edge? Countless. But she knew I was in the zone and that she made it happen. I don’t know what caused it, my pleading eyes, grimacing face or whimpering groans but she finally let me go over the edge.
As my orgasmic reflex lifted me up off the bench, my body reached up to her like a rubber band stretching and then it slapped back down on the bench. She let go of my cock, and it erupted. Yes. Release, sweet release. Hot, wet spunk landed on my stomach. My glutes and thigh muscles ached from tensing them over and over. My jaw throbbed from holding the ball gag in position. Loving fingers stroked my face while my abdomen quivered and my breathing settled down. What an explosion.
Darla patted my face.
“Aaah, good pet, Eliot. You think we are done, don’t you? I’m just getting started.”
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This story was created from this week's video prompt on Masturbation Monday. I hit the play button and walked in the kitchen. I heard the entire thing before I saw it. Auditory is powerful.
Darla yelled down the hall, “I have something to share with you.”
She never called me into her office while she worked.
“Okay,” I said, walking in.
Darla sat at her desk, but her appearance threw me. Where were her sweats? Her breasts spilled from a low-cut blouse while her short skirt highlighted some sexy garters. She wore a handcuff like a bracelet. She leaned forward as I got closer and pressed a button on her computer.
“Darla, what are we doing?”
“Sssshh, Eliot. Sit down and listen.”
I took the chair in front of her desk. The room filled with a single voice and vibrated all around me.
Bursts of groaning with intensity and then whimpering.
Man or woman? I couldn’t be sure, but it elicited a visceral response in me that was electric and pumped my blood to my pelvis.
Darla fidgeted in her chair assessing my response, and then she turned the volume up. Her hard nipples and the sheen on her skin told me she was hot. Damn, Darla knew how to send me into a sex orbit. I re-adjusted my pants that strangled my erection. Holy Hell.
What game was Darla playing? Since I had a view of the back of the computer, I turned my head, straining to understand my only clues, the soundtrack from the computer and her face as she watched the screen. A simple chair wiggle told me Darla was wet. Was she responding to what she saw and heard? Or was she responding to me?
Both ideas weighed on me. Loud guttural sounds filled with desperation, desire, and need, rolled over me. It was someone’s orgasm, and it felt controlled. Why were there no words? I only heard nuanced grunts and groans? As I stared at Darla, it hit me. The person was bound and gagged.
With Darla’s gaze locked on mine, I stood. She spread her legs apart and motioned for me to sit between them. As her thighs hugged my butt, her luscious breasts nestled into my back, and I faced the screen.
“I’m going to unzip your pants,” she whispered.
As she unfastened me, I saw a naked man with his hands cuffed to the seat of an exercise bench. His ankles were cuffed to it at the floor. He was art, taut with lean muscles. His athletic body stretched and bowed up to an impressive hand polishing the hardest erection I had ever seen.
After Darla had unzipped my pants, her warm hand caressed me while I began to integrate the visual actions with his sounds. The handcuffs jingled as Darla’s hand moved up and down on me. She matched the stroking on the video. Oh, yes. Abruptly, Darla stopped stroking me and turned the video off.
“What wait? Don’t stop. You need to finish me, and I have to see what she does?”
“All in good time, baby.” I didn’t realize she had taken the handcuffs off her arm until she clipped them to my wrist. “I have it all set up.”
She turned and kissed me, patting my cheek. “You get a ball gag, too, baby. I expect some lovely sounds.”
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“Wait, you’re about to drop it on my toes.”
“I am not. You’re a wimp.”
“This mattress is heavy, Luke,” I said as it slipped from my left hand, and crashed into the bedframe. Luke righted my end of the mattress and somehow got it on the platform. We fell on the bed.
“I remember the last time we moved our place.”
“Me too, Alice. It was fun. What a pack of crazies who helped.”
“It’s a wonder nothing broke.”
I laid flat on the mattress listening to the clatter from the other rooms. Voices boomed, dishes rattled, boxes scraped. “Beer break,” someone yelled. I was drawn back to another time. I remembered the anticipation, the heat, and one hard cock.
“Go lock the door.”
“You heard me, the door.”
“Woman, what has gotten into you?” Luke rolled off the bed, shuffled to the door and secured it.
I took my shirt off. When Luke turned around, he smiled. His gaze could heat up water.
“Is that an invitation?”
“No. It’s a certainty.”
“Everyone will hear.”
“Does it matter? They think you are a horny dog anyway.”
“That title belongs to you, my dear.”
“Ha. Now come over here. Show me what you got.” He unfastened his belt, pushed his jeans down, and stepped out of them. His cock beauty always took my breath away. I was the horny one, and I wanted him.
“It’s hot in here; let me get the window open.” An outdoor breeze, carrying the scent of a Meyer Lemon tree, rolled in over my skin.
“Hurry up; I like a man who doesn’t keep me waiting.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“That’s what she said.” He laughed and shook his head. “Baby, I love you all hot and bothered, and wanting my kind of hard.”
Someone banged on the door. “Beers are out here, come on, you two.”
“Be there shortly,” I yelled. “You do like to up the ante.”
“Yeah, you know I do. So what do you want, Alice?”
“Fuck me quick and hard.”
I slipped my shorts off, and I drew my flat feet on the mattress. Luke’s weight centered on me, as he settled in between my thighs. He captured a breast in each hand and squeezed. Yes. His hardness between my legs amped me up. It reminded me of the first time we got it on with others around.
“Your body is ready, baby. Your nipples, hmmm. I know you are aching for it.”
“Yes, come on.”
“Tell me what I want to hear first.” He massaged my breasts, pinched my nipples.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Do you want it?” He winked at me. This man knew how to pull it out of me.
“Luke has a magical cock.” His nostrils flared. “Luke’s cock is my king.” He kissed my stomach and drew circles on my skin with his tongue.
“Oh, baby, say it.” He rocked his erection into my wet vulva. I slid my hand between our bodies and rubbed my clit. We knew each other so well. Would they all know I was in a pleasure daze?
“Your cock is my master.”
He gripped my hips, each finger nailed into me. Whistling floated in the window. They are nearby.
“Please, give me your monster cock.” He loved it when I pleaded. The mattress groaned as Luke rammed inside me. I gasped as he captured my lips and I wrapped my legs around his back. The frame rocked against the wall like the bass drum line. The close voices could hear us. They would hear how much I loved it. The rhythm and that thought carried me over the edge. I was shaking when our mouths broke apart, and Luke grunted through his orgasm.
“Damn, Luke. I’m usually the one extra excited.”
He laughed. “Not today.”
He reached over my head to the window sill.
“Thinking about what I was getting made me go at it hard.”
“You knew what you were getting.”
“I know, but I captured it.”
He smirked at me and held up his phone. “Now I can get it anytime I want.”
“You’re a sneaky rascal. How could you have known this would happen?”
“Baby, you loved it during our first move, I knew you would remember. I can read you like a book. You love an audience.”
“Talk about upping the ante.”
“Pretty good, huh?”
He pressed a button and my words reverberated in the room. “Your cock is my master.”
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