Monday, February 28, 2011

White Chocolate Covered Strawberries by Lisa Maryland

White Chocolate Covered Strawberries by Lisa Maryland
Copyright © 2010 by Lisa Maryland


At about 4pm, I received a text message from John that said:
-How about I come by your office tonight and you can try and stay professional while I try to be naughty. ~J.

I could hardly concentrate.  The sexual tension between John and I had been building ever since we met three months ago on a cold winter night for our first date.  I had wanted to be with him since that night.  After dinner, he walked me to my car, we said goodbye, hugged, and then he gave me some of the sweetest kisses that has ever touched my lips.  I wanted to take him home with me, but I was a bit shy about expressing my feelings.  Besides, we had just met.  But I knew that my feelings were very intense.  And his sweet kisses left me constantly fantasizing about him and gave me a strong desire to explore unknown territory.

-LOL, glad we’re still on for dinner tonite. Someone’s being a bad boy, do u like toys? ~Lisa
-Don’t have any, but would love to watch u play! ~J.
-Hmmm, and I know ure gonna be tired from working all day and will need a massage, do u prefer oil or lotion? ~Lisa

John had initially approached me in an online “interracial” dating site.  He sent me an e-mail with the word “Amazing” in the subject line.  His e-mail expressed how my profile impressed him, including how wonderful he thought it was that I was pursuing a career as a writer.  Was this guy serious?  Most of the guys that e-mailed me on this site had approached me by telling me their sexual fantasies or asking me if I wanted to get a hotel room.  Many were white men that either had sexual fetishes for black women, or only wanted to “try” us out.  But John’s approach was different, he was completely sincere.

-Ure cute.  Actually, I’ve never had either.  I’m curious about lotion though. ~J.

I began to think about my first meeting with John.  We had dinner and drinks at one of my favorite seafood restaurants and it seemed like we talked for hours.  The restaurant manager finally had to make us leave because they were trying to close up.  I was drawn to his quiet, sweet and compassionate nature, which was different from the guys I was used to dating.  I felt an instant connection to him and an overall attraction that I hoped was returned, but was a bit unsure.
Although I had a wonderful time with John that first night, I have to admit that we were very different people; him being a tall, slender, white man, and me being an average height, bronze skinned voluptuous beauty.  He is from the north side of Chicago; I am from the south side.  He jogs and bikes daily for exercise, and I practice yoga on Fridays.  He has a structured career at a marketing firm in downtown Chicago, and I am a drifter trying to launch my career as a writer.  We do have a few things in common; we are both in our mid-thirties and love music, writing, animals, and even tattoos.  But from the outside looking in, society would probably label us an “odd couple”.
It is this societal influence that prompted me to deny my attraction to men outside of my race for most of my life.  The truth is that I have always been more attracted to white men than black men, and had only recently admitted it.  Actually, I never pursued an interracial relationship or interracial hook-up until now.  But John actually preferred dating outside his race, and I could tell he had a sweet spot for black women, when he told me once in an e-mail, “I had an ex that used to cook me collard greens, black eyed peas, and sweet potatoes sometimes…I miss that.” 
But this whole thing was new to me. 
I wanted to make sure that the connection I felt to John wasn’t something I had conjured up in my head.  So a few days after we first met, I sent him an e-mail telling him I had a “naughty inappropriate dream about him.”  He replied by describing in detail the things he would like to do about that naughty inappropriate dream that involved my “thick thighs and beautiful curves.”  His directness surprised me.  And I think it surprised him too because he had often described himself as being “sweet and innocent.” 
Several months of sexually charged e-mails continued, but we could never find the time for another date.  He was always traveling for work, and I was at my office most of the time, working on magazine articles, book proposals, and manuscripts.  But tonight, on this uncharacteristically warm March evening in Chicago, things were about to change.

-Curious about lotion, huh? Ure in luck, do u like strawberries?~Lisa
-Yes. ~J.
-Just got this strawberry flavored lotion that heats your skin when I give u a massage. ~Lisa
-That sounds hot. ~J.
-And it gets even hotter when I blow.  ;-) ~Lisa
-OMG!  Bring it tonite and don’t forget your toys!  ;-)  ~J.
-K.  See u tonite! ~Lisa

I thought about our text message exchange for a minute.  He mentioned wanting to try a massage with lotion.  What was he saying?  Had he never received a massage from a girl?  From what I could tell, John was definitely a shy guy.  He told me he had always been a bit of an introvert, but was recently beginning to come out his shell.  I could relate because I am a bit shy as well.  This is why flirting through e-mails and texts were so easy for the both of us.  But the bedroom was another story. 
Once I decided to be intimate with a guy, I was nowhere near dominant, but I knew what things I liked and how I liked to play.  I was into toys, massage oils and lotions, and was always going to sex toy parties, so much so that my friends called me the “sex toy groupie.”   I had no problems using toys and pleasing myself.  In fact, I was really excited about trying this new strawberry flavored warming lotion that I purchased at a recent party.  However, a massage lotion that warms and gets hotter when you blow on it is just no fun trying alone. 
And now I was thinking that John may have never had an oil or lotion massage from a girl, so he was beginning to sound like a prude.  But I didn’t care; he was a prude I was fiercely attracted to, so I could work with that.  The sexual tension had built up for too long.  The plan was for us to meet for dinner tonight, but I had a few things in mind other than dinner.  This time, I was determined to get what I wanted.
After I sent the last text confirming the date, I left the office, went home, showered, and put on some of my sexiest underwear, a lacy red push up bra with matching red panties.  I slipped on a pair of jeans that accentuated my full figure and thick ass, and a tight blouse that showed enough cleavage for interest.  My makeup was complete seductress, red lipstick and smoky eyes.  I was on a mission. 
I grabbed my lipstick, a couple of condoms, bullet vibrator, and of course the strawberry lotion, threw it all in my purse and left out with a plan in mind of how I was going to seduce John.  As I began my drive to the restaurant, I started to fantasize.  Yes, I would start by telling him to lie on his stomach while I pulled out the strawberry lotion.  Then I would gently massage it in gentle circles up and down his back and watch him relax as it heated up.  I would show him how it could get even hotter by blowing and kissing his back and making him squirm even more. 
Since he is so shy, I knew I would have to be the aggressor in this situation.  I wanted to make him feel comfortable with me, because I figured I would have to teach him how to please me in the ways that I craved.  I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it.  It had been way too long for me, and the past few months of “electronic flirting” had been torture.
We chose to have dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant in walking distance from his apartment. I arrived at the restaurant around 7pm and he arrived a few minutes after me, looking trendy in a brown leather blazer, jeans, and sweater.  After apologizing for being late, he got us a table and we began to enjoy each other just like before.  Laughing, talking and flirting over wine and enjoying a tray full of Ethiopian prepared food that we ate with our hands.  Just like before, it was turning into the greatest evening.
But then something surprised me.  I had been thinking all night that I was going to have to make the first move, when John looked at me with a shy grin and said, “Lisa, I would like to show you my apartment.”
“Okay,” I replied.  But of course I’m thinking I want you to show me more than your apartment.
We left the restaurant and since he had walked, we both got in my car and drove the few minutes around the corner to his apartment.  His apartment was small, like one of those places that the living room, dining room, and kitchen all kind of merged.  The bedroom was set apart from all of that, or maybe it was just what I was looking for first.  But it appeared cozy.  When we came in, I dropped my purse on the floor by the door and we made ourselves comfortable on his living room couch. 
After a few glasses of wine, John turns to me and comments, “I remember from one of your e-mails that you got a new tattoo.”
“I did, a couple of weeks ago.”
“Can I see it?”
“Well, it’s on my back.  On the back of my neck.  I would have to take my blouse off for you to see it.” 
I lied.
“Then take it off,” he says.
Did he just tell me to take off my blouse?
I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, and felt chills as I let it slide down my skin and completely removed it.  I turned my back to him and lifted up my hair so he could see the tattoo, which was a small tiger face on the back of my neck.  He traced it with his finger.
“It’s cute,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“So where’s this magic, heating strawberry lotion you were telling me about?” he asked.
“In my purse with some other goodies.”
“Go get the lotion.”
Now I was nervous.  What the hell was going on here?  Where the hell was my purse?  Oh, I dropped it…yes, by the door I think, when we first came in.  I stumbled, partially clothed, over to the door to get my purse…should I pull out the lotion and the vibrator?  Or will it be too much…go slow, Lisa, he is a shy guy…don’t want to freak him out.
After fumbling through my purse and finally finding the lotion, I turn around and John was no longer on the couch.  He had moved into the bedroom and was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I got the…lotion,” I said.
“Bring it here, and sit next to me.”
Damn.  At this point I’m thinking this quiet, shy, compassionate prune was about to rock my world.
He squeezed a few drops of lotion into his left hand, vigorously rubbed both hands together and sat behind me with both of his long legs straddled around me.  He began softly massaging my neck, shoulders, and upper back.  I wasn’t sure if it was the warmth of his touch or the heat of the lotion, but whatever it was, it made my body melt.
“Your shoulders are tight,” he said softly, “you must have a lot of stress.”
I couldn’t speak.
Then he brushed my hair to the side, so my neck was exposed and began kissing me right on the spot where my tattoo was.  For some reason, something about him “kissing my tiger” was extremely erotic. 
He kissed my left shoulder, and rubbed his unshaven face against it and whispered, “you smell good.  And you taste like strawberries now.”
I had chills going up and down my spine and all I could say was, “thanks.”
His soft gentle hands continued caressing my aching body as he moved his hands down to my thighs, massaging them inside and out as if he were savoring every luscious curve.  Seemingly in one motion, he unbuttoned my pants, reached inside and felt my now soaking wet panties.  Then he sneaked his fingers under my panties and began caressing the wetness that had probably been building up for months.
“Oh my gosh, why are you so wet?”
All I could say was, “I don’t…know…guess it’s you…’cause of you.”
I had been stumbling and fumbling, and now I was babbling.
“Let’s take these jeans off,” he said.
He took my pants off and threw them to the side.  He licked his fingers, put his hand in my panties, and began to tease my throbbing clit with his middle finger.  When my clit had his attention, he put two fingers inside of my pussy, slowly curving them to massage my spot while going deeper and deeper.
He told me to lie back and reluctantly took his fingers out of my pussy with a goal to finish undressing me.  I helped him with my bra hook and then took my bra off to expose my C-cups as he took one in each hand and softly teased my nipples.  My panties were the next to go so that he could get back to business.  He grabbed the lotion again and put a few drops on my belly and massaged my stomach with his left hand and easily found my dripping wet pussy with his right hand, and with the concentration of an artist slipped his two fingers back inside.  He began to press lightly and blow on my stomach, which activated more heat through my body, while his finger thrusts inside my pussy got quicker and harder.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes…yes.”
 Several thrusts later, my body was out of control.  My g-spot explosion came without warning and the next thing I knew I was shivering and shuddering and pulsating with his fingers still inside of me.
“Mmmm,” he said, “it was nice watching you cum.  What else do you like?”
I couldn’t speak.  My legs were still trembling.  He took his fingers out of my pussy, and I grabbed his hands and sucked the fingers that had been inside of me.  I had been consumed.  I think this pleased him.  And then I realized; this man still has his clothes on.
It was my turn now.
“Are you hard yet?”
“Just about,” he said.
What?? “Take off your pants,” I asserted, “I want to taste you.”
He stood up and took his jeans and boxers off, and I helped him with everything else.  His body looked so lovely to me.  I slowly ran my hands across his smooth, milky white skin. 
John smiled and said, “I wonder how it would feel if you put the lotion on my cock?”
I smiled back, “I wonder how it will taste?”
I gently pushed him back on the bed and began stroking his nice-sized cock, feeling it get harder with every stroke.  He handed me the lotion.  I put a few drops in my left hand, rubbed both hands together and lubricated his cock.  I could feel the heat rising from his throbbing cock and the warmth of the lotion.  I had to taste him.  I began by teasing and tasting the tip of his cock with my tongue and savoring every bit of pre-cum that was mixed in with the moistness of the lotion.  I lowered my mouth over his entire cock and took all of him in. 
His taste, along with the taste of strawberries, and heat from the lotion made me ravenous as I sucked and licked, slurped, and gagged.  I could hear his moans of satisfaction and pleasure, while he reached between my legs and teased my pussy.  I hesitantly stopped because I didn’t want him to cum inside of my mouth; I wanted to feel him throb inside of my pussy.
I took one last strawberry-filled slurp of his cock and sat up.  He got up with me and faced me on the bed and put both hands around my face and gave me a passionate kiss.  There was something about the taste of strawberries, his tongue, and his cock that was absolutely divine.
I lay down on the bed, and he stared down at me for a minute as if he were admiring a beautiful painting.  “You have a body like a goddess.  And these legs are nice,” he said as he rubbed lotion up and down my legs, “you should wear more skirts.”
I would never wear pants again.
He took a condom out of a box in a stash he had in his dresser by the bed.  Effortlessly, he slipped the condom on, then licked his hands and touched my pussy as if he were confirming that it was ready for his cock.  Then he positioned himself on top and plunged himself into my ready and willing pussy.
His stroke was not fast, but steady, concentrated, and hard.  But I wanted him to go harder because I wanted to feel all of him inside of me; I wanted him to fill me up with as much of himself that he could.  So I cupped my hands around his tight ass and pressed him deeper inside of me and whispered, “harder, John.”  Immediately he began pounding my pussy and I began screaming with pleasure.  There were several “fuck me John’s” that came out, and after each one, his stroke got harder. 
“Turn over,” he demanded.
I obeyed and turned over on my hands and knees, and put my ass up in the air to give him a clear view of my pussy from that angle.
“Beautiful.  Oh my God, this ass…” he said.
I giggled like a teenager.  He massaged my ass with more lotion, rubbing it as if it were a genie in a bottle.  Then he fucked my pussy hard from behind, all the while spanking, rubbing, and admiring the jiggle of my backside.  My screaming and moaning got so loud, he thought he was hurting me.
“Is it too hard for you?”
“No, I like it hard,” I said breathless.
“I like this too much, I’m trying to hang on, turn back over.”
I positioned myself on my back for us to enjoy the missionary position again.  He glided on top of me and kissed my lips and teased my nipples with his tongue as he entered me again.  It wasn’t long before I reached my second orgasm of the night.  And soon after, I felt his stroke stop and his moans turn to quiet ecstasy as he nervously began to shudder.  He looked up at me shyly after every shudder, as if he was embarrassed for the pleasure he felt.  He kept jerking as if to get every bit of cum out of his body.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sensitive,” he said.
            Seriously?  This guy was really turning me on with this sweet and innocent stuff.
John collapsed on top of me and I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair.  I continued caressing his smooth skin, as if I was tracing his entire body with my fingers, as his head rest on my right breast.  I glanced over and smiled at the half empty bottle of lotion on the bed.
I kissed his forehead and said, “I thought you were supposed to be all sweet and innocent.”
“I am, but you corrupted me with your strawberry hot lotion, and anyway, I didn’t have dessert at dinner tonight.  Did I ever tell you that my favorite dessert is chocolate covered strawberries?”
I smiled and said, “We should have had dessert first.  Besides, I’ve heard white chocolate covered strawberries are much sweeter.”

[THE END]

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Monday, February 21, 2011

Bar Conversation by Sid Whiskey


Bar Conversation by Sid Whiskey


Dan set his beer down and palmed some nuts from the bowl at the bar.

“You seem pretty smug this week, Dan.  Or at least less bitchy.  What’s up?  You jack off to some porn before coming here?” John asked. 

Dan smirked.

“What?  See, now your smiling.  Something’s up.  Tell me.”

“Yeah, I got a story, but you can’t tell anyone, okay?  It stays between you and me.  Got that?”

“Got it.  Spill it.”

“It’s about these girls who moved in above me.  They’re loud.  Really loud.  They can’t do anything without their music up high and they don’t just walk from room to room.  They dance.  Or hop or something.  And it’s all hours of the day and night.  It’s like they never sleep.”

“Okay…so why the smirk.  Did you get back at them or something?”

“You could say that.  In a manner of speaking.”

“Enough with the cagey talk.  Spit it out already.”

“I’m trying.  They’re loud.  Which is a letdown because I honestly got hard the first time I saw them.  I was in my car after I drove up and saw them and a couple of muscle-y guys lugging boxes to their second floor apartment.  They’re both tan and stacked.  And I was pretty sure the short one’s tits were fake because headlights were perpetually on.  Always on.  Even that day when they were nice and sweaty from moving, her nipples were sticking out through her tight tank top, just asking to be squeezed. 

“And the tall one had the clearest camel toe.  It was like she wanted me to see her lush little lips sticking out, protecting her cunt.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah.”

Dan took another swig of his beer and licked his lips before continuing.

“They’re moving in and I introduce myself and actually help out with some boxes for an hour or so.  I just wanted a chance to see in their place and stare at their tits a little more.  The other guys didn’t care I was there cause I’m fifteen years older, right.

“We finish up and I go back inside my place.  That night I swear I could hear both of them being fucked by those guys.  Those apartments are built really shitty because I can hear everything.  I never noticed before since it was Mrs. Dwyer living there before.  She was real quiet most of the time.”

“Man, I don’t care about your old lady neighbor.  Get back to the girls.”

“I’m getting there.  So, I’m real excited at first since they’re so hot and all, but over the next couple of weeks is when the loud everything starts.  Honestly, I tried not to let it bother me, but I gotta sleep.  I have to work, you know?

“After the first few nights I’ve finally had enough.  I go upstairs to complain.  When they answer the door, the nipple girl was practically naked.  I’m not kidding.  She was only wearing a thing and a bra and was doing some kind of workout routine along with the tv.  I guess that explained all the noise that time.  The tv was blaring and she was bouncing.

“So I see her when camel toe girl answers.  Only this time camel toe girl is dressed up for a date or something because she was smokin’ hot.  I’m standing there in the doorway checking out the camel toe girl and her almost naked roomie and I almost hard to turn back around I got so hard so fast.”

“Don’t tell me you got to fuck them or something.”

“Uh, not that time.”

“What?!  You did not!”

“I did.  Yesterday, in fact.”

“How the hell did you pull that one off?  Was it a threesome…were they tight?”

“Yes and yes.”

“What the fuck!  Well, god damn.  Good for you.  Did you show ‘em how it’s really done, then?”

“You could say that.  They both came…a lot.”

“Yesterday, huh?  Well, get to it.  How’d it happen?”

“Yesterday was like the fifth or sixth time I’d gone up to complain.  And I’d about had it up to here with their noise.  I didn’t care how hot they were.  A man’s gotta sleep.  Oh, and, I’d already complained to the manager twice.  They love me there cause I pay on time and help out for free keeping the place clean.  The manager already assured me they would take care of it, that the girls wouldn’t be causing me or anyone else any problems.  Who knows who else had complained, is what I was thinking.

“Anyway, they’re at it again and instead of going to the manager for a third time I decide to give them one last shot. 

“I head to their door and this time, they are both half naked doing their Jane Fonda or whatever.  I explain that I’ve already complained to the manager and that I’m about to do it again if they don’t keep it down.

“I guess those were the magic words because they dragged me inside and begged me not to saying anything else to the manager.  The little one was practically in tears.  And I’m listening, or trying to, anyway.  Their tits kept bouncing the tiniest bit when they were talking.  And I was staring.  Man, I was staring.  I know that’s rude and all.  But it was better than looking at her tears.  I hate it when they whip out the tears.  It’s unfair if you ask me.”

“You know, I see your mouth moving and I hear your voice.  But I still haven’t heard how you fucked these girls.  Get to it already!”

“Okay, okay.  So they are kind of all over me, begging me to be quiet with the manager.  And I’m turned on because they’re almost naked and their hot.  But I’m still mad, you know?  I mean, It’s like midnight and they’re doing aerobics.

“I say that to them and they say they understand but then go into some sob story about not being able to afford a gym and having to study all the time and needing to work out to stay in shape. 

“At this point, I’m losin’ patience.  I’m tired.  I’m horny and they’re all teasing me.  But not saying they’ll stop or they’ll be more quiet.  Just giving me excuses.  So I jump up and start yelling all of this to them.”
“You yelled at the almost naked girls before you fucked them?”

“Yeah, I did.  It freaked them out and they looked at each other and that’s when it started.”

Dan paused to take another drink.  This time he downed half the beer. 

“What? What started? Put your beer down and finish the damn story!”

“Been awhile since you been laid, huh?”

“Dan!”

“Okay, don’t get your panties in a bunch.  So, I yelled at them and that was the other magic key because then they are both on me whispering in my ear, hands on my crotch, unbuttoning my shirt.  There wasn’t much talking after that.  I pretty much nodded and let them do the talking.  They were promising they would try to be quieter and that they were going to make it up to me.

“I was naked and they pulled me to the couch.  The little one with the headlights starts licking my cock and the tall one who was whispering in my ear comes around starts kissing me.  They both had good tongues.  It was good. 

“But I only let that go on for a couple of minutes.  If they were going to buy my silence with sex, then I wanted the real thing, not just a bj. 

“I pushed them both off and told them to get naked and get on their hands and knees on the floor next to each other.  It was sweet.  They just did it.  No questions asked.  I got on my knees and started fucking the little one first and, god, was she tight.  Her little cunt hugged me so sweet.

“Then after a couple of minutes I moved over to the taller one.  She wasn’t as tight but her tits were real and shook when I fucked her.  And while I was fucking her the little one started kissing on her.  It was great.  I just stayed with her, holding her hips and banging her real hard. 

“And she was loving it.  She was moaning and squeezing me.  And she was really wet.  Her juices were gettin' all over me.  I wanted to keep it going for an hour but I couldn’t help myself.  I was pounding the shit out of her sweet pussy and came so hard.  I mean, seriously hard.  It might have been the longest cum of my life.”

“That’s saying something since you’re pretty old.”

Dan shakes his head.

“I’m just messing with man.  Cut me some slack.  I didn’t get to just fuck my really hot neighbors like some people.  But wait up, I have one question for ya.”

“Oh, yeah?  What’s that?”

“Do you need a roommate?”


[THE END]



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Monday, January 24, 2011

Married Sex #3


Married Sex #3 by Kendall Swan

She slowly disrobed before getting in bed. She knew her husband was already naked under the covers.

She knew he wanted sex, knew she would enjoy it once he was inside of her.

What she didn't know was why she was so reluctant tonight. Lately, in fact.

She felt his eyes on her as she slid under with him. Felt his hand hungrily caress her curves.

She was attracted to him.

She loved him deeply.

What was the problem?

They were only four years into their marriage. Was this how it would be for the next 40 years? 50?

She felt his hard cock rub her thigh as she also felt his finger begin its exploration between her legs. She returned to her thoughts.

Was this the point where sex became work? Or did it just stop as so many married jokes said it would.

She was sufficiently wet and he positioned himself on top of her, poised to enter.

She stared at his face, his eyes.

They were urgent. His pupils were large--there was no mistaking his desire. She wondered if he knew of little tells she might have. If he even cared to learn.

His erect member plunged deep inside, momentarily emptying her mind of its dissatisfied questions.

She felt him slowly pull out, pause long enough for the thoughts to reappear. Only to be extinguished a second time by his cock filling her.

She squeezed him in that moment of emptiness, not realizing that might qualify as participating--maybe even enjoyment.

He lowered his head to her neck, breathed hot air on her skin before kissing and sucking it.

Questions that were fighting for a toehold in her brain scattered away.

Her body temp rose and she reacted immediately, kicking the covers off with her feet while being fucked all the while.

Awareness returned, as it always did with her lightning-fast, out-of-control brain. She attempted to push it away, concentrate only on their physical act.

Her mind twisted her questions from spotlighting their marital inadequacies to why she would go there in the first place.

His pulling out abruptly short-circuited her train of thought.

He pulled out but she wanted more-- wasn't thinking that she wanted more--only feeling it.

He stared at her, impatient.

Urgency and impatience of her own grew as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick staff.

Her eyes were open, staring at his but not seeing.

She didn't know anything right now. She only felt that she wanted more. That they needed this to be complete.

She put his tip at her entrance, pulled her hand away and bucked her hips up into him.

He pulled back, but not enough. Her hips stayed with his. She squeezed him, wanting nothing more in that second than to feel him inside of her, all over her.

Her actions, her desperate actions, kept her mind clear.

She violently rolled them over rode his cock with all the energy she could find. She was running away from her mind and its terrible conclusions.

This felt good. This was right.

He gave in and moved his hips into hers at her rhythm.

Her urgent chase paid off and she exploded in orgasm. She felt and did not think.

When her thoughts began trickling back in, his urgency took over and made them subside. His explosion rocked her to another high and she came again.

She pulled out and lay beside him, body and mind empty. When her glow inevitably faded, the only thoughts that reached the surface were ones of gratitude.


The End



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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Pulling Over A Slut 2 by Sid Whiskey




Pulling over a Slut 2 by Sid Whiskey

It had been three months since Billy had pulled over and fucked a drunk slut.  He usually waited longer but that last time with Miss Woods had been so sweet, the best drunk fuck he’d ever had.

He even thought about paying her another visit.  But he knew that wouldn’t be smart.  And he had to be smart about his little, secret roadside fucks.

Once he made the decision to go ahead and take a girl tonight (it was Saturday night, after all), his shift seemed to go along at a snail’s pace.

Billy’s cock rose just pulling cars over.  He got so hard he had to wait a full two minutes before getting out once they had stopped.  His brain knew it wasn’t time to hunt yet but his cock wasn’t getting the message.

He even thought a young punk might have noticed his being stiff beneath his slacks because he got all creeped out halfway through their talking.  Billy turned on the intimidation at that point and made sure the punk’s ticket was expensive.  He would have taken him in, but he blew a point oh two into the breathalyzer.  No DUI, then.  Just speeding.

The end of his shift mercifully marched closer.  Billy took up one of his spots on FM 1161.

After only three minutes, a sports car sped by going at least eighty in the hilly and curvy forty five mile speed zone.  The hills made for great speed traps, not to mention fuck spots.  They also made for great places to show off a car’s cornering and acceleration abilities-- both of which the fast, little car had in spades.

Despite his speed driving by, Billy had distinctly seen that the driver was a guy- not a potential slut who would fuck her way out of going to jail.  This presented Billy with a moral dilemma.

Billy was committed to his job, to protecting and serving the citizens of his county.  Not going after the sports car guy would mean shirking his duties.  As much as he loved his drunk girl fucks, he always did them at the end of his shift.  He didn’t take company time for his side line activities.

But if he took this guy in, which he was sure he would have to do, his hunting window would be closed and he would have to wait another week.

Billy didn’t think he could do that.  Thoughts of wet, drunk pussy flooded his mind and colored his thinking.  He was stuck on the thought of fucking dirty, wet pussy.

He should haul that guy to jail for putting lives at risk just to play with his car.  But his cock had other plans.  As much as he wanted to do the right thing, he knew he wasn’t going to.

Tonight, he simply could not be denied.  Some really fucked up slut was going to get it from him and would hopefully be grateful for it.

Billy stayed hidden in his speed trap spot, quietly pushing away his guilt as he anticipated fucking the shit out of some girl who decided to drive drunk illegally.

The minutes ticked by and Billy’s cock grew harder.  If someone didn’t come by soon, he would  have to rub one off to relieve himself.  His time window had almost closed completely when a large, black SUV drove by.

The driver must have thought staying on the paved portion of the road was more a guideline than a hard and fast rule.  Never mind staying in one lane.

A public service, Billy thought.

He flicked on his lights and paced behind the SUV.  The driver was now trying to stay in one lane but still having a difficult time of it.  After a couple of minutes without stopping, Billy sped up and pulled up beside the SUV.  They were both going about twenty five miles an hour and were almost beyond the hills that would provide cover for Billy to fuck this cunt.

Relief and anticipation spread through Billy’s body as he caught sight of the driver.  She had big, blonde hair.  Just his type.

He motioned for her to pull over and after a few seconds, she finally understood what he meant.

This is going to be fun, he thought.

Billy didn’t waste anytime.  He pulled in front of the vehicle and quickly got out.

Her automatic window was coming down and the drunken, slurred excuses began spewing before he even got all the way to her door.

He let her talk while he admired her tits.  They were big.  She was big.  Even better.  She’ll be happy for it.

For some reason Billy couldn’t explain, he didn’t want to mess around with his explanations tonight.  He just wanted to fuck her holes and maybe cum on her huge tits.

“Turn the engine off and get out of the vehicle slowly, ma’am,” Billy ordered.

His cock was ready to burst out of his slacks.  He had to get their clothes off fast.

When she complied, he shut the door and gripped her arm, dragging her around the vehicles and down the hill.

That’s when she started getting loud.

“Hey!  Wha you thin you doin?” she slurred.

When they were safely in the trees he turned her to face him.  He looked in her eyes--they were half closed.  He couldn’t believe someone had let her drive in her condition.  He didn’t think she even had the wherewithal to be afraid for her life like she should be.

He was only going to fuck her.  But in her condition, if it was anyone else who had gotten a hold of her, much worse could happen.

She was swaying on her feet.  He kept his hand on her arm to steady her and bent down to squeeze and suck on her tit.  Her dress was made of some stretchy fabric and pulled down easily, as did her bra.

She was silent as he indulged.  He didn’t care what she was thinking.  This drunkass cunt was his right now.  He only hoped he could get his fuck in before she puked or passed out.

He stood back up and turned her around.

“Hey youse can’t be doin thiz.  Iz not right.”

He unzipped her dress in the back and got it off of her.  He unhooked her bra and let her jugs hang free.  He squeezed them from behind.  They were much bigger than his palms could hold.

He stepped back a second.  He looked at her from behind.  She was overweight but Billy didn’t care.  He grabbed her panties in his fist and yanked them off.  They made a ripping sound has he tore them from her large body.  She jiggled all over from the violent action.

“I don understan.  Why youse doin this to me?”

He stepped back up to her naked body from behind her and whispered in her ear as he put his hand between her legs from the back.  His other hand wrapped around her over her arm, pinching her nipple.

“Do you wanna go to jail, honey?  Do you wanna do some time for driving in your condition?  ‘Cause that’s where you’re headed if you don’t fuck me right now.”

His fingers curved up into her pussy.  He didn’t know what was going on in her blonde, little head but she was wet already.

“Oh,” was all she replied.

He sucked on her neck as he fingered her.  She was getting nice and sloppy wet from just his fingering.

Billy couldn’t take it any more.  He stepped back and stripped as fast as he could.  The slut just stood there.

Probably concentrating on just standing up, Billy thought.

He turned her back around and as gently as his rock hard member would let him, lay her on the ground.  Leaves and twigs made crunching sounds as they were crushed by her body.

“Now spread you legs nice and sweet for me sugar and we won’t have any problems.  You don’t want any problems tonight, do you, sweetheart?” Billy drawled as he got on his knees and prepared to enter her.

He heard her keep saying no over and over again as he looked at her snatch.  She didn’t shave.

So she probably doesn’t get fucked regular, Billy thought.  His cock grew.

He put one palm down beside her ear and angled his tip with his other hand.

“Now don’t be too loud for me or I’m going to have to stuff something in your mouth.  You understand?  Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

The blonde slut’s head nodded up and down as she slurred ‘okay’ over and over.

His tip touched the wetness of her slit and he groaned.

“I bet you’re nice and tight, aren’t you, sweetheart.  Big on the outside and tight on the inside.  Isn’t that right?”

Billy plunged his cock inside her and was treated to a nice, tight, wet pussy just like he wanted.

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart, you feel real nice.”

Billy laughed as she smiled at his compliment. He pulled out again and plunged even harder back in.  She cried out.

He kept this up for minutes, willing himself to not cum despite how turned on he was by this dumb, drunk slut.

Her eyes were closed now, and her arms were still by her sides, but he could feel her squeezing him and moving with him.

“That’s right, honey.  Enjoy my cock.  It feels so good, doesn’t it?

She opened her eyes and Billy saw surprise in them.

“Yes,” she said shyly.

“Feels good to fucked nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she answered with more enthusiasm.

He kept banging her as he bent down and sucked hard on each of her nipples.

Billy was pretty sure she was going to have scratches on her back, but she didn’t seem to notice.  She was getting into it, now.

“Hold your tits together for me, honey.  That’s right.  That’s it.”

They formed two mountains of flesh before his eyes.  Between her cunt and tits, he was getting close.  But he didn’t want it to end, yet.

He abruptly pulled out and hopped to his knees.  A part of him wished he had made time to get the blanket.  He really wanted to see this cunt cum for him.  She would be so grateful.  He could tell.

But he needed release and she needed to sleep it off sooner rather than later.

“On your hands and knees, sweetheart.  I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

Her eyes grew wide but she complied.  It took her a long time to accomplish the task and Billy had to hold her steady throughout.

When she was up and ready to be mounted, Billy sighed, proud.

The two big globes that were her ass stared at him.  Her tits were hanging low and she barely had a waist to grab onto.  But her skin was nice and pale like he liked it and her pussy was ripe.  That was really all that mattered, anyway, he thought.

Billy steered his cock to her bottom hole and purposely grazed her anus.  That would wake her up for sure.

When his tip was positioned right, he grabbed onto her fleshy hips and shoved hard.  Her leaf-strewn blonde head shot up and her back arched in response.  She howled like the animals that must live in these woods he was fucking her in.

That’s all they were, anyway.  Just animals, Billy thought.

Her howling went up and down in rhythm to his plunges.

In and out of her wet, hairy pussy.

He fucked this drunk slut.

And then fucked her some more.

And then it was too much.

He bent over her body and grabbed her tit with one hand while holding her ass close to him as he shot his load into her waiting cunt.

Her wailing quieted down as he slowed to a stop, his cock spent.

He stared down at her fat ass and eyed her rosebud.  If he tried, really tried, he could get it up again to fuck her in the ass.  Her pussy lips were visibly swollen, adding a little life to his tired cock.

I’ll get the next one, he thought.  He knew he was pushing his luck-- not so much from being caught as from her passing out.  He was going to have to drop her at her house without her SUV.  Billy didn’t think he could carry her weight if she decided his passenger seat was as good a bed as any.

He slowly pulled out and went about getting himself and her dressed.  He got her home, still awake, and explained the terms of their little arrangement.  She understood and seemed almost sad to see him go.

Billy liked that.  His mind began to wander, thinking of ways he might be able to fuck her again.

But he caught himself and instead concentrated on ending his shift and getting home to bed.  He knew he would sleep good tonight, having taken that drunk slut off the road and fucked her till she howled like an animal.

Life is good, he thought.  Yes, it is.



THE END




Copyright © 2011 by Sid Whiskey
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com


All rights reserved.


Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

Copyright © 2011 by Sid Whiskey
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.
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Thursday, January 6, 2011

NAKED Robot


NAKED Robot
By Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2011 by Kendall Swan

Kader arrived at the family mansion unscheduled and late at night. Her parents typical reaction would have been much ado followed by disdain over the choices of young people the world over.

But not tonight.

They were on vacay in Europe. The compound was hers for the week.

She yanked her suitcase out of the trunk and left her sports car at the bottom of the steps. It would disappear at some point in the night, quietly whisked away to its appropriate parking spot in the garage.

Kader fumbled for her magnetic key and after swiping it, froze for the computer to scan her face. Puffy eyes and a red and running nose did not deter recognition. The fifteen foot door unlocked and opened a foot, inviting her inside.

Kader really had no choice but to escape back home. Not after the spectacular humiliation she’d experienced on campus by the one she thought she loved the most in this world.

Liam was everything to Kader. Her best friend, her first love. And despite her best efforts not to fall for him specifically because her parents just might approve of the match, she did. And she fell hard.

It was probably the first time he fucked her. She held him off for months-- making do with her usual mix of masturbation and one night stands off campus. But once he was inside of her, hard and deep, she knew she would need him in her life.

Only, he no longer needed her.

The small, intimate college Kader attended was known for its academic rigors and strong professor-student partnerships engaging in intellectual endeavors. What was less well known outside of the school was that the tiny size of the institution made it a hotbed for gossip and politics.

Liam no longer needing Kader had been known throughout the school for weeks as he bedded girl after girl while still professing his love for her. As was to be expected, Kader found out. Secrets, especially ones involving sex, are difficult to keep in that environment.

Either Kader or Liam had pissed off one too many people. Kader didn’t know which. She was rich, beautiful, and smart. Jealousy and envy followed her everywhere. All she knew was that the day before she and Liam were about to leave to hang out on a private yacht for spring break, she received a link at the same time as every other student and clicked on it.

Images of Liam’s naked body she knew and loved so well popped onto her screen. Sensory overload took over as understanding seeped into her brain.

The dorm room was hers as was the bed underneath the couple fucking on it. Only she wasn’t part of that couple. A small, homely looking blonde she’d only seen around campus a few times had her face contorted as she came. Her voice rose and fell with each of Liam’s thrusts. She was underneath him, hugging him with her legs.

The view was clear, as if chosen specifically. It looked to be from Kader’s bookshelf about four feet away from the bed.

Kader watched as Liam made the nameless girl cum three more times without any effort on his part. Then he came inside her. She watched the whole thing as one watches a car wreck. She was livid and ashamed. Ashamed for being humiliated in such a fashion and for getting wet from viewing the video.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she watched from that same dorm room. She couldn’t turn it off until the end, when she saw something that made her feel like she was being kicked when she was already down. Liam had cum inside the blonde. He had cum hard and then he had pulled out. That was when she felt the imaginary kick. He wasn’t wearing a condom.

She snapped her computer shut and hastily grabbed her already packed suitcase. She did not want to be found over this spring break.

In her quiet mansion, the arduous task of lugging her very full suitcase up the grand stairs was beyond her capabilities at the moment. She left it by the door and retired to her room.

After stripping off her clothes, Kader was lying naked on her bed, deciding whether to take a bath when her door clicked open. Too tired to care about being naked, not that she would have much anyway, she simply turned her head to see who was checking on her.

What she saw was...different.

Standing in her doorway was a humanoid being holding her hefty luggage as if it weighed nothing. He looked like a man. Except it was clear, he was not. He set her suitcase down just inside the door and was turning to go. Kader stopped him with the simple order, “Stop.”

The coloring, clothing, and proportions were right. It was the movement. It was just a hair too jerky, barely perceptible.

Then he turned to look at her. It was remarkable how human the eyes looked.

“You must be new.”

“I am. I am the new butler and I will be at your service, young Kader.”

Kader couldn’t help but laugh at both his formality and all of the dirty jokes that kept bubbling to the surface of her mind. Not to mention the fact that he was made to be an age not that much older than herself.

“What are you, exactly?”

Still standing by the half open bedroom door while Kader was still sprawled naked on the bed, the humanoid robot butler replied, “I am the newest model of Service Magic beings, the Butler 4400. I am called Azul.”

“Azul? How exotic. Come here, Azul.”

The robot spoke as he shut the door and strode across Kader’s exceptionally large bedroom to her bed.

“Your father named me. I was given as a gift to your mother. Her favorite color is blue.”

Kader sat up to admire the new creation. They had never had a robot service worker before, although they were not uncommon in her family’s circles.

“What type of processor do you use?”

“The Intelihex 7.”

Kader was impressed. That meant her father had gone all out for this gift for her mother.

Up close, he looked both more real and less so. His skin layer looked remarkably lifelike. His stillness did not. And his eyes penetrated. Kader knew there was no emotion behind their watching, but the action still elicited an involuntary blush from her which brought about an awareness of her nudity and his lack of reaction to it.

“Azul. I need a favor. I need you to bring me a laptop and then I need you to let me look inside you.”

“As you wish.”

Kader became excited with all of the possibilities. She was a mid-level programmer and would surely be able to insert some kind of funny script into her mother’s new butler.

Azul returned with a laptop from her desk, her ‘home’ computer, and set it down beside her on her king size bed. Azul sat on the edge of the bed and plugged the USB cable into a hidden slot on the bottom of his wrist.

Kader sat indian style in front her computer and scanned the details that poured in from the walking and talking humanoid computer that was sitting on her bed.

She paused, thinking of some kind of cute, smartass remark to program as a response to her father in his relationship fields when a new idea caught flame.

She eyed the robot, who sat looking down at the floor patiently while she did her thing. Kader may not have a great lover at school anymore, but it didn’t mean she had to be bereft here at home.

“Are you anatomically correct?”

“No. I have no penis. It was not deemed necessary for the Butler models. Service Magic does produce some anatomically correct models that are made for other, more specific purposes.”

“What would those purposes be?” Kader had asked the question out of habit. She loved making formal people squirm. Azul, however, did not squirm. He merely answered matter-of-factly.

“They are made for sexual pleasure.”

“I see. But you aren’t programmed for that since you weren’t made for that?”

“Correct.”

“I can change that,” Kader whispered under her breath and began typing away.

“Kader, I do not think my programs are to be altered in such a way. I am only to be altered to add to my abilities as a butler.”

Without stopping her programming, Kader replied impatiently, “I will require certain skills from you during my stay here this week. My parents are gone so I am your owner for the week. You will do as I say.”

“As you wish.”

Kader continued typing non-stop for another hour before she finally looked up. She had the basic behavior framework written and now needed to add the specific activities she would like him to perform.

She looked at Azul, happy to have a project to pour herself into, happy to have a distraction from her life. She viewed him with sexual eyes. What would she want from him this week?

Lots of staring. She would almost be able to believe that gaze was real, especially if he were playing with her clit or manipulating her body in some very un-butler way.

Lots of touching. He had his life-like skin. She could exploit that. But no dick. So there would be lots of fingering and heavy use of her vibrators.

Kader put in a ton of parameters. She figured she could edit as the week went on.

After she finished her first draft of behaviors, she loaded them in. It was clear the moment the upload was finished because Azul turned his head to look at her. He unhooked the USB cable and placed the computer on the floor.

He cupped her breast lightly. Kader spread her body out on the bed for him to explore, per his instructions. She had put in a few directions for him to eat her out. She didn’t know about his tongue situation but she figured she was about to find out.

His other hand stroked her skin and moved slowly down her torso.

Kader’s skin reacted to his touch. Yes, this was a good idea, she thought. A great distraction.

His fingers reached between her legs and lingered, teasing her, though she was sure he was not aware of it.

“Is this your clitoris?” Azul asked as he grazed it.

“Ahh. Yeah, yeah, you found it. Be gentle with that.”

“As you wish.”

Kader didn’t know about the ‘as you wish’ reply but soon had forgotten all about it as Azul rubbed gently up and down between her legs. He slipped a finger up her pussy then pulled it out slowly. Kader’s programming was working. This robot was getting her hot.

“Put two fingers in now,” she commanded.

“As you wish.”

Azul slipped two fingers inside her pussy and pulled them out. He repeated the motion slowly, more slowly than Kader wanted. She pushed herself down into his hand faster and deeper than before.

Simultaneously, he was rolling her nipple between his fake fingers. Kader reached down and positioned his fingers and hand so that all four fingers would enter her while the palm of his hand would rub her nub. She grinded against his hand like this for minutes, rising closer and closer to her climax.

She was so close but couldn’t go over. She rode the edge for what seemed like forever.

“Lick me!” she yelled in exasperation.

Azul climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. A feeling like warm silk rubbed against her clit. She looked down.

She couldn’t see below his nose but assumed that feeling must be his tongue. It’s not wet, she thought. Her mind didn’t have time to muse on this fact before he put all four fingers back into her, pumping her pussy with his hand. It was shallow, not deep. But there was enough there for Kader to grip onto with her inner muscles, which she did.

His silky tongue batted her clit back and forth and she hugged his fingers from inside and his head on the outside with her thighs. She was almost there. The room became suddenly hot and she knew she was about to come because of this robot. And not from Liam

Liam!

The thought pulled Kader back from the precipice, angering her. Sexual urgency mixed with rage as she bucked her body back and forth along his face and hand. She would not let that jerk ruin this for her.

She concentrated. Focused on the pleasure. And felt herself relax when the sweetness that would start the whole cascade within her made itself known in her groin.

“YESSSSSSS!”

She arched, her whole body tense as she came on the new robot.

Her mind stayed empty for a few blissful moments. When she came to from her orgasmic high she realized Azul had not moved. How nice, she thought. That probably would have shortened my cum if he had.

“You can stand up now.”

Azul pulled his hand from her vagina and brought his face up from between her legs. Both his hand and the lower half of his face were glistening with her juices.

“Was that satisfactory?”

“Yes, Azul. We’ll try something new next time, maybe with my vibrator. Tomorrow morning, I think. But not too early. You may resume your normal program for now.”

“Thank you, young Kader.”

Kader rolled her eyes at the air of formality that had returned with that normal programming. Maybe I shouldn’t just add sexual pleasure duties, she thought. Maybe I should overhaul the whole thing?

That thought made her smile as she drifted off to sleep.





THE END




Kendall Swan
By Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2011 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com


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Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.




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