Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally




Tally looked around the dressing room, filled with trepidation.  Yes, she had signed on for this.  No, she didn’t have a lot of options.
The other ladies were each sitting in front of vanity mirrors in various stages of undress.  Most were topless, nipples permanently perched out on the many fake breasts. 
The image reminded Tally of movies that showed the backstage of a Broadway play.  That would have been a comforting thought if not for the fear of all of the hairy, sweaty men who would be penetrating her as a result of her embellished allure.
Being a ship escort would make her filmography sparkle.  Thankfully, casting directors were aware of the talent that accompanied such a position.  There were only weekly contracts on the ship, after all.  One bad night and you might be finding a flight home at the next dock.  Acting, becoming what the guest wanted or needed, was paramount.
Luckily for Tally, the previous, quiet transition of a few talented ladies into films and webisodes—all of whom managed to immediately attract various acting awards—paved the way for this specific slice of the oldest profession to become an accepted stepping stone in any serious actress’ career path.   Casting directors banked on this new direction and could be found listed on many ship manifests, turning their vacations into scouting trips. 
Tally found her mirror and began unloading your beauty box.  Halfway through her routine, Gemma, the Head Hooker for all intents and purposes, came to the middle of the noisy room to announce the assignments.
There were a mixture of relieved sighs and soft groans as the she ticked off the names.  Nightly entertainment, often with the same girl if the guest preferred, was the very reason many men, and a few excitement-seeking couples, chose Pleasure Cruise Lines for the vacation.
Finally, Tally’s name was called, followed by that of ‘Mark Davies’.  Tally leaned over and asked her topless neighbor under her breath if she had ever heard of him. 
“No, sorry, sweets,” she replied with a nasally Brooklyn accent.  Her neighbor looked to be of Italian descent.  She was beautiful with her smooth olive skin that was aging well.  But that voice, Tally thought.  This ship would probably be the most she could hope for.
Tally finished her hair and makeup and got completely naked to rub scented body oil over every inch of her pale skin.  Jasmine was her scent.  She didn’t know if the men, or rather, Mark Davies, would like it, but she hoped so.
After finishing up, dressing, and swigging some water, Tally left the dressing room.  She consulted the wall computer for Mark’s room and headed to the elevators.
She only had to wait a second before Mark answered the door.  She was treated to bright blue eyes, a tall and lean frame, and a full head of ruffled hair.  Tally tried to hide the wave of gratitude that washed over her. 
“Come in,” he said, gesturing inside his spacious suite. 
Tally waltzed inside, doing her best to act the part of the sophisticated call girl she had been hired to be.  Despite her effort, it felt forced and foreign.  Nervous jitters threatened to topple her demeanor.  She quickly sat down on the end of the couch by the concave ship windows that stretched the length of the wall.  She looked at Mark and gave him her most winning smile.
“Mark.  Davies?”
“Yes.  And you are...?”
“Tally.”
“Do you have a last name, Tally?”
“If you want me to.”  When Mark didn’t respond, Tally forced a giggle and suddenly grew tired of the whole charade.  He seemed nice.  She would just be herself and see if he liked that.
“It’s Smith.  My last name.”
“Smith?  Right.”  Mark headed from the door over to where Tally sat on the couch.
“I know.  I’m not making it up, though.  I haven’t really thought up a good stage name, yet.  And, Smith, well.  It’s just so boring.”
“Why don’t we make your last name Davies for tonight?”  As he spoke, Mark slid his arm behind Tally’s shoulders and pulled her closer.  His touch was warm and strong. 
“That sounds great.  Tally Davies.” 
Before Tally could say anything more, Mark’s hand was up her black dress and between her legs.  Naturally, Tally had not worn underwear other than a bra.  She didn’t see the point of it. 
Mark’s fingers found her folds and immediately plunged in.  Tally felt a barrage of sensations and emotions all at once.  She was turned on by his touch and appearance but more than a little freaked out by his speed.  This was her first trick, after all. 
On top of that, she was self conscious about her wetness level.  Because she wasn’t very.  Not yet, at least.
Mark moved his fingers in and out of her female opening slowly, with a steady pace.  She felt his eyes watching her intently, a smirk on his mouth. 
“You seem nervous.”
“I am so sorry.  I want to be here.  I really do.  You are really hot and all.  It’s just that…this is my first time.  I mean, not my first time first time.  But my first assignment here.  On the ship.  Doing this.”
Tally slowly realized she was babbling and the smirk on Mark’s face had grown to a full-fledged smile.  She also realized he had not stopped fingering her the entire time she was talking.  He shifted and she felt the acute stir from his thumb rubbing her tiny nub. 
“Try not to worry.  You’re beautiful.  We’ll just have a good time tonight, okay?”
Tally couldn’t believe her first client was having to calm her down.  She did her best to push away the guilt and let herself be in the moment with this man.  He was very good-looking and smelled nice with a musky, manly scent. 
“Okay.  I can do that.”
She felt her pussy getting wet from his touch.  Her nipples had grown erect and sensitive.  Mark noticed this. 
“Tally Davies?  Can you strip for me?  Slowly, though.”
Tally had practiced this many times.  She got up and performed her striptease.  Her confidence was restored.  When she was naked, she took the lead on the next activity. 
Mark was pointing up beneath his slacks.  She kneeled down in front of him and begun unbuckling his belt.  He grinned his approval.  She kept eye contact with him as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He licked his lips in anticipation. 
She didn’t have to try the awkward act of removing his slacks and underwear herself as he had them at his feet two seconds after the zipper was down.
“Wait, come up here for a minute.”
She did.
He threaded his fingers through her hair at the base of her skull and pulled her mouth to his. 
He kissed her.
And she melted.
His mouth was wet and hot and his tongue reached inside her mouth, probing and urgent. Her naked body melded with his not because it was what she was being paid to do but because it was the only thing she wanted to do in that moment. 
Be with him.  Pleasure him.
Her hands touched his body all over, seeking more and more skin.  One found his cock and gripped it, slowly twisting and gliding his thin, soft skin around the thick, hard mass underneath.
She loved that he was big.  And she loved that he turned her on so easily.  No acting was necessary, she wanted to please him so badly. 
When his grip on her hair loosened, she pulled away from their kiss and slid down his body, kissing and licking along the way. 
When she reached his member, she immediately put her whole mouth over his helmet, swirling her tongue around it inside, then sucking as she pulled off.
He moaned and tilted his head back on the couch. 
She repeated the same motion while cupping his balls.  Then she took him deeper, willing her gag reflex to remain calm as his cock pushed its way down her throat.  She pulled up, concentrating on not gagging, and then plunged him in deep again.
She had to work her way down his cock, getting a little bit further each time, until she was finally at the base with her lips.  His helmet was well beyond her mouth now and her jaw was being stretched uncomfortably. 
But he was moaning, so she kept it up. 
Soon, both of his hands were on the top of her head, pushing and pulling her up and down his cock at a faster speed.  She had to remember to breathe, it was so intense. 
His balls were going up, he was getting close.  That gave Tally hope as she didn’t know how much longer she keep doing this.  Her jaw was aching.  And it was getting hard to focus on not gagging and coughing. 
Up and down he was pushing my head, fucking my face hard and fast.
Finally, he shot is load deep in Tally’s throat.  She kept slowly massaging this balls the whole time and stayed deep with only little one inch head bobs. 
She swallowed what she could.  The action taking place just below his helmet.  His body quivered when she did.  As movements slowed to a halt, she gingerly lifted her head up and off of his cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. 
She smiled at him and he returned the favor. 
She was happy that he had been relatively easy to please.  She thought this might be an all night affair but now she was thinking she might get out early.  Though the thought didn’t please her as much as it should.
“I hoped you liked that.”
“I did, Tally Davies.”
Tally stood up and started to put her bra back on.
“Might I ask what you are doing, Tally Davies?”
“Oh, well, I was getting dressed.”
“Please don’t do that.”
“Okay.”  Tally stood in front of Mark unsure of what to do next.  Clearly, the night wasn’t over.  She guessed she he was the type who could cum many times.  She shouldn’t be surprised by that, of course.  He was young and in good shape.  But for whatever reason, she hadn’t expected it. 
Mark started stroking his cock while staring at her.  She could see the lust in his eyes.  No, he wasn’t done by a long shot.
“Tally, so we’re clear, I’m going to fuck you a few times tonight.  I won’t be too rough, I can assure you.  And I do think you will enjoy it even if you weren’t being paid to.”
Tally started to protest and he silenced her by holding up his hand.  She could see his cock was already getting stiff again.  What had it been, five minutes since he came?  Tally began to understand the true nature of her new job. 
“Let’s get you on top of me, shall we?”
Tally straddled him, guiding him inside of her.  It took a couple of minutes, minutes that he loved since she was so tight.  Insecure thoughts about her wetness took up shop in her head.  She kissed him and that did it.  The same spark was there again and she felt the urgency to move her hips resonate from within. 
She did and so began the second fucking of the night.   

[To Be Continued]

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally by Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2011 by Kendall Swan



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Friday, March 25, 2011

Guilty Pleasures by Keta Diablo



“Yes, yes.” My pleas for more echoed through the quiet solitude of the hotel room.
My hands were bound behind my back and tied to the chair, my ankles secured to the legs in the same manner. Blindfolded, I couldn’t see the binding, but the scent of leather spiraled up my nose. Of course, the flogger. I should have known.  
Allowing my mind to wander, I imagined Master D looming over me, big and powerful. The whip in his hand sliced through the air before delivering the next kiss of pain to my naked thighs.
I didn’t know his real name, knew only the moniker he used in the bondage chat room, Tie Me Up. Two months had passed before I’d worked up the nerve to introduce myself to the online members. Until that day, I’d been content to lurk. No, that’s a lie. I’d planned to emerge from the shadows and confess my darkest fantasy. No matter, I was here now, living the fantasy, reveling in the pleasurable pain.
“Your knees are touching again,” he said, low-voiced. “So far, I’m not impressed by your lack of obedience.” Master D grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked. “Why should I waste my time with a woman who has no desire to submit?”
“I put the blindfold on as instructed, didn’t I? Took my clothes off?”
“Don’t play games with me, Zoe. You’ll lose.”
Zoe wasn’t my real name. I’m sure he knew that, had known long before I agreed to meet the infamous Master D in this five-star hotel. The man had good taste; I had to give him that.
I writhed and arched my back when the flogger whistled through the air. It connected with my skin like a caress. God, I understood why he chose the name Master D. Right now, I didn’t believe any man in the world had mastered the delivery of the whip so well. Not once had the leather snake landed in the same spot, but rather it crisscrossed my breasts, abdomen, and thighs. He meant to tease me, torment me. And he had from the moment he entered the room. My nipples were hard and swollen, and moisture had pooled between my thighs long ago.
His calloused hands wrenched my legs apart, his muffled voice piquing my curiosity even more. I heard him shuffle around me, and felt him loosen the binding around my wrists. “Slide forward on the chair until your cheeks are resting on the edge.” Again I heard him move to stand in front of me. “Now, open your legs wide. I want to see those pink, swollen pussy lips.”
A shiver ran up my spine, then another, as I obeyed. I wanted to prove I could be the submissive he wanted. I’d die if he left the room now, decided I wasn’t worth the trouble.
His breath quickened. That pleased me. Did he like what I showed him so willingly? “Don’t move, not a muscle. If you slide back a fraction of an inch or twitch a muscle when I finger you, I’ll leave you here trussed up like a turkey. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master, I understand.”
I stifled a shudder and clenched my eyes tight when he pushed a finger inside and stroked my wet tunnel. Oh, God, concentrate. Of their own volition the muscles of my pussy tightened around his thick digit. With a growl, he inserted another finger, pushed, and probed, driving me mad with desire.
He would pick just this moment to question me, knowing I’d tell him the truth rather than run the risk of losing him before . . . .
“You’re a beautiful woman, Zoe, which makes me wonder why you’re here. Huh, why did you agree to meet me? Your old man isn’t into kink? Can’t deliver like you want him to?”
I shook my head, didn’t want to talk about Michael at a time like this. Oh, Michael, where did we go wrong? What happened to the love we once shared? I love you still and will until the day I die.
His voice sounded desperate and . . . something else. “It doesn’t make sense—a woman as lovely as you coming to a stranger to get her thrills. Tell me, Zoe, is that it? Your man won’t do you like I can? Won’t give you what you need, crave?”
His mesmerizing voice and the wicked motion of his fingers inside me made me forget I wasn’t supposed to move. My hips lifted up and a gasp of pleasure pushed past my dry lips when he applied pressure to that special spot inside me, the one I found the nights Michael didn’t come home from work.
It was after one of those nights I’d dragged my body from bed and wandered into the computer room, praying he’d sent me an e-mail. How I longed to see the words had to work late again. I turned the computer on, intending to go directly to my e-mail, but instead an unfamiliar screen came up—Enter the bondage chat room Tie Me Up now?  
My heart fell to some unknown place beneath my knees. Was this the reason Michael had been pushing me away? Was he into something I didn’t know about, bondage, kink and-and other women? Anger replaced my pain. I clicked the mouse and entered the room, using my middle name, Kathryn Zoe McDougal, to register. And the rest is history, as they say.
One thing led to another, and soon I met Master D. I was drawn to him immediately, his commanding presence, his authoritative demeanor, even though I never joined in on the conversation. Master D was like a flame and I the moth. He wooed me, seduced me, drove me crazy with his talk of domination and decadent pleasure. He knew what I needed, he said, would have me begging him to fuck me after thirty minutes. Damn if he wasn’t right.
He withdrew his fingers so fast I gasped again. “What did I tell you?” Without waiting for an answer, he walked behind the chair and ripped the ties from my wrists. I concentrated on his movements, realizing he was in front of me now, on his knees, and untying the rope around my ankles.
Without another word, he dragged me to the bed by an elbow and pushed me roughly onto the mattress. On my back, I wanted desperately to pull the blindfold off, look at him. Just once. Did he have long, dark hair like I imagined or the total opposite, short with strands of golden honey from the sun? 
He must have read my mind. I didn’t doubt for a minute that he had such capabilities. He must have done this a thousand times before. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted him to fuck me. And while he did, I’d pretend Master D was my Michael, my tall, beautifully built Michael who once loved me with all his heart.
“Don’t take that blindfold off until you have my permission.”
Oh, God, I felt his weight on the bed, his knees pushing into my hips on both sides, his warm breath against my cheek. I was trapped. He was going to fuck me, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. “Hurry, Michael,” I said, not realizing the words slipped out until it was too late.
He went perfectly still. “What did you call me?”
Now I froze, my body, the air in my lungs, even the words stuck in my throat.  
“Did you call me Michael, Zoe?”
Time stilled, along with my heart.
“Huh, did you, Kathryn Zoe McDougal?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. It couldn’t be. Not Michael, not my Michael.
“You can take the blindfold off now, Kate.”
Kate, he hadn’t called me Kate for years. My heart soared.
My Michael had finally come home.

****

Keta Diablo writes Erotic Romance and Gay Fiction. You can find her on the net at the following places:

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Her latest paranormal shifter, Where The Rain Is Made, has been nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark in the Best E-novel category. You can read more about Where The Rain Is Made here on Kindle: http://amzn.to/gu3acT






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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Stocking Stuffers by C.J. Ellisson


The music from one of Rafe’s favorite Christmas movies plays in the background, while I heft my bulging stocking off its hook on the mantle. The plush red velvet feels warm from the crackling fire.

“Whoa, what did you pack in here?” I ask.

My husband’s solid arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me to his warm chest. “I thought I’d do a theme stocking this year.”

“Hmmm....” Without further ado, I reach in, pulling out the top item. It takes a moment for the gift to register and then I burst out laughing, “Lube? You bought me lube?”

“Not like you need it or anything,” he replies a bit sheepishly, “but this one sounds fun. Read it.”

The package states it’s a warming gel and quite tasty. Yeah, sure. These things always taste awful or wind up being sticky.

“As long as I’m not the one expected to enjoy it...” my voice trails off as Rafe’s hands slip up to cup my breasts over my red chenille sweater. A moment later, cool air tickles my middle when he changes course and reaches underneath the knitted fabric. A sharp tweak from his clever fingers causes my nipples to pebble inside my bra.

Warm moist kisses trail up to my ear. “Why don’t we move to the couch?” Rafe says.

I turn to face him, tilting my lips up to meet his, relishing in the taste of hot chocolate laced with Bailey’s. My arms twine up around his neck as I press against his green cashmere turtleneck. A tilt of my head and our kiss deepens, ending when I playfully nip at his bottom lip. Warm hands snake down to palm my ass, pulling my hips up to rub Rafe’s growing erection.

I tug back a bit, with his lip still locked in my teeth. Letting go, I trace my wet tip along the pinched flesh, tickling the sensitive skin. A moan escapes my lover’s mouth right before he crushes me to his front and rasps his stubbly cheek along my jaw line.

The soft scrape heightens my awareness, triggering the remembrance of his face against my inner thighs a few nights ago. Wetness pools between my folds, which urges me forward to squirm on the hard cock behind his fly. Warm pressure slides down between my jeans-covered ass cheeks to gently stroke while pressing me closer.

Teeth bite down hard on the tense muscles of my neck, drawing a tight guttural sound from me. The action brings out my baser nature and a small orgasm ripples through my pussy. His jaw unclamps and then moist sucking lips and a hot teasing tongue play on my new love-bruised skin.

“Did you just come, baby?” Rafe whispers between kisses.

“A little one, but damn, it was a nice surprise.”

My lover’s thick-fingered hands fumble at the top of my jeans, springing the button on the third try. He forces the fabric roughly down my hips, past my knees to pool at my ankles. With a slight press to my shoulder, he encourages me to settle back on the sofa.

Rafe searches the floor and produces the warming lube. I don’t recall dropping it while we kissed, but I must have. Hooking my thumbs in my bunched up underwear and pants, I toss the clothes to the side, discarding the last items trapping my legs together.

“I’ll only use a little. See how you like it,” he says while twisting off the top.

In answer I spread my legs wide, opening myself to his view as well as exposing my shaved snatch to his lotion-tipped forefinger. The hard little nubbin doesn’t get attention, but the skin to the right, left and top get a slick coating of the substance.

Rafe moves his piercing blue eyes from my aroused flesh to see me watching his every stroke. “I love playing with your pussy, baby.”

I respond with circling my hips, coaxing his fingers to other areas to explore. Warmth edges into the delicate flesh near my clit, causing a rush of wetness to pulse from my core.

Two firm digits delve into my pussy, pulling the moisture out to slick my outer lips and drive me insane with want. “In... Please, push them in...” My begging is rewarded with him plunging deeper.

He hooks his fingers inside to rub the nerve-filled cushion of flesh on my upper inner walls, circling and pressing on each pass in and out of my dripping channel. The mild heat on my aroused bud ratchets higher as Rafe flicks his thumb right and left over the tiny peak.

The steady pumping of his hand combines with the effects of the warming gel to send me edging toward another release.  My hips rise and undulate off the couch in a blatant invitation for more loving.

“My little hell-cat. You squirm in your need.”

I reach out to grab him, to pull him close and hopefully tear his clothes off him. Rafe’s free hand brushes mine aside and he lowers his head to my quivering mound.

His wet, pointed tongue touches my clit with a delicate flick. Teasing me to even greater heights as I settle back and let my eyes drift close. A broad flat of heat with firm pressure laps at my aroused flesh, like a hungry man licking a plate clean.

A third finger is added to my depths and the stroking picks up speed. My hands grasp Rafe’s head, locking in his short hair, guiding his mouth to give my nub more pressure.

A rumble of sound bubbles up from my lover, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh. His humming mirrors the music playing in the background and I drift in the intense pleasure of the attentions he’s doling out.

The rhythm continues for countless heartbeats—until the tickle gathered in my middle seems about to burst. But as I near my next peak, balancing on the precipice, his fingers pull out and the humming stops.

My eyes fly open, the question in them apparent if he’d meet my gaze. Instead, he presses my thighs further apart and poises his clever fingers back at my entrance. A soft breath cools my heated slit before zeroing in on my clit, teasing the engorged bit of skin. The warming oil flares slightly, causing a delicious addition to my already excited flesh.

The blast of air stops when Rafe’s puckered lips latch on to my bud, starting to suck.

“Oh God....”

My release seems almost upon me, just out of reach and I want to scream my frustration to the room. The desire to come overrides everything and I buck to grind my mound for the pressure I need.

Three slick fingers slam inside me as the sucking turns to flicks from the tip of his tongue. The new stimulation shatters my control and my release rushes on me like a battering ram.

A scream tears from my lips as my lover changes his actions during my peak. His mouth locks onto me and he hums once more while still flicking my clit.

The sensations overwhelm me, driving my orgasm higher and longer. Twitches and ripples run over my frame causing my husband to clamp a hand on my hip to hold me in place.

Gradually, the passion recedes and my body becomes my own again.

“Wow,” I pant out. “What else did you pack in my stocking?”

~~*~~

If you enjoyed these characters, please check out the full novel titled Vampire Vacation, an erotic urban fantasy. C.J. also posts with a team of twelve published erotica authors on the Kindle blog, Everything Erotic, where five posts of new content go up weekly.

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