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Would you like a compilation of countless steamy and evocative erotic stories at 50% discount? Then come with me on a visit to Erotic City! Everything from hot cougar sex, ménage erotica stories, wonderful threesomes and reverse harems and gangbangs! **This is a mega collection of all my five-star erotic stories**

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Erotic City

a mega collection of all my steamy stories

 

ML James

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transported in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the knowledge and consent of the author.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, events or locales is entirely coincidental. 

 

 

This is a mega collection of all my steamy short stories, including standalones, and those in series and smaller collections.

 

 

Imprint:

ML James

[email protected]

Contents

Blind Sex Date

Massaging the Massage Therapist

A Masseur's Message

Taken

Satisfying the Nun

Torture Me

A Nympho's Dream

Size Matters

At His Mercy

The Visiting Stud

Serviced by Giants 1

Serviced by Giants 2

Serviced by Giants 3

Tortured by the Guys

At Her Beck and Call

Perfect Pair

A Cougar's Fantasy

Between My Legs

Hot Holiday

Cougars' Fun

The Cougars' Prey

Horny Cougars

Sweet Surprise

Birthday Threesome

Obsessed with a Cougar

Blind Sex Date

 

Leila stepped tentatively into the room, her expectations vague and uncertain. She only knew he was a middle-aged man named X while she was a young woman in her early twenties named L. That was how they identified themselves on the site - first letter of first names only.

 

"Oh," she gasped as he pinned her to the door unexpectedly. She had been nervous and a little shy and thought he would be the same, but obviously, he wasn't.

 

The room was dark, so she couldn't really see much of him, but she could feel him alright. His hands, strong and warm, were roving all over her soft body, heating every inch of her skin he touched.

 

"Hmm," she moaned, much relaxed now, and surrendered herself to his kiss. It was strong and possessive, his tongue invading her mouth as if he owned it; sucking on her tongue, nibbling on her lips and tugging them with his teeth ever so lightly, all so fast and swift. His hands were still not idle though. He had rucked up her long gown and was now kneading her ass with his strong hands.

 

She moaned into his mouth as he massaged both her butt cheeks with lust-filled passion. She'd never met a man who could grab so much of her ample ass. It felt good being caressed and massaged like that and she wished he wouldn't stop. She was what her ex boyfriends and some of her friends referred to as a voluptuous BBW. She was big, soft and with ample curves in all the right places.

 

Mr. X grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down swiftly. He now had unrestricted access to her naked ass and he didn't waste any time in grabbing them again and pulling her tight against himself.

 

She could feel his bulge pressed against her lower belly. Quite a big dick by the feel of it. She was eager to really hold it in her hands and properly size it up, but Mr. X was still not done exploring her body. His mouth was on her neck now, sucking, licking and biting softly from below her ear down to her shoulder and then running his tongue slowly back up to her ear, making her shiver in pleasure. He took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it, tugging it lightly with his teeth.

 

When he was done with her left side, he moved to the right side to repeat the whole process all over again, alternating between kissing, licking and biting his way down her neck, making her shiver with each touch of his wet tongue. Her mouth fell open and her eyes were half closed as the goosebumps spread all over her chest and shoulders.

 

At the same time, his hands were caressing her waist so softly that she couldn't help but feel a tremor run through her again and again. He caressed his way up to her ribs and then to her back, making her feel warm all over. One of his hands lingered on her lower back, caressing her waist and squeezing her ass from time to time while the other hand was at her upper back, holding her tight against his body as he ravaged her with his mouth.

 

Eventually, he had to let go of her, just long enough to allow her pull her gown over her head and roll down her panties and throw them aside. But he was busy too, taking off his clothes in record time and kicking off his shoes as if they were on fire. In a matter of seconds, they were both stark naked.

 

This time, there was no need for much play. He grabbed her immediately and jammed his crotch against hers, making her gasp in surprise. It was really a big thing he was packing there!

 

With one hand cupping her ass, his other hand went straight to her pussy.

 

"Oh yes," she moaned, spreading her legs slightly to allow him better and easier access to her throbbing sex.

 

He grabbed the whole of her vulva with his hand and massaged it firmly with his palm. She moaned in ecstasy as she felt her most private part being so expertly handled by this man whose face she still had not seen clearly. On the site where they'd met, pictures were not allowed. Their meeting was supposed to be a totally blind date. Between the two of them, they'd decided to meet in this hotel which was owned by her uncle who would visit her family for the first time few days later. She felt a thrill at the thought of having sex in her uncle's establishment - a sort of rebellious thrill that almost felt like having sex on her parents' bed whenever they were away which she did a lot with the neighbor kid when they were 15. But now, she was a 23-year old woman with wide fleshy hips, a big ass and big tits, all 200 lbs of her standing in the room with Mr. X whose mouth she was now sucking on so passionately just as he was massaging her pussy. One of her hands was behind his head, pressing him to her as if she could never have enough of his sweet lips. Her other hand was stroking his erect, throbbing dick, just as fast as three of his fingers were thrusting deep into her wet pussy, making her see stars. Once in a while, he would pull out his fingers and lick them, sucking off her juices and coating them with his saliva before pushing them back into her hungry hole again.

 

She moaned and grunted as he went on finger-fucking her with all his strength, pistoning those three fat digits in and out as if they were three dicks put together. Hell, she'd love to be fucked by three dicks, if only it were possible. The harder he thrust into her pussy, the wetter she became untill the squishy sounds became as loud as her moans. But he was beginning to do something new! He was slowly curving his fingers upward and scratching the top wall of her pussy with each entry and exit. Oh yes! He had found her G-spot now and his scratching thrusts increased like crazy. She quickly bent her knees, almost squatting and opened her legs wide to give him all the space he needed.

 

"Don't stop... don't stop, baby!", she begged, humping her pussy against his fucking fingers which were still mercilessly scrubbing her pleasure patch. Her thick thighs were vibrating heavily and she was panting and sweating, but still humping his fingers non-stop. In her opinion, he could never go deep or fast enough! Even if he could finger-fuck his way past her cervix, she wouldn't be satisfied. She let go of his dick and plopped her big ass down on the floor. Christ, she was so close! Holding her thighs apart, she spread her legs as wide as it could be spread and begged him to push those fingers faster and deeper! Mr. X was sweating and working hard at it and he had to kneel down in front of her wide open legs, plugging those fingers in like it was his day job. His arm was hurting, but he didn't dare stop. He added one more finger, making it four fingers and she grunted deeply in pleasure, lifting herself onto her hands to enable her fuck back at him even faster. "Scratch my G-spot again, baby. Scratch it, scratch it!"

 

He obeyed immediately. One massive shudder flowed through her thighs and she grabbed his hand and jabbed it hard into her pussy.

 

"Aaaarggh yes!", she screamed and jerked forward and squirted her juices all over his hand, her body shuddering helplessly.

 

She sat there limp and panting, sweat streaming down her body as she came off her climax.

 

"Whew!", she exhaled and fell on her back on the floor. Her grip on his hand had relaxed and through all the wetness, she could feel him slowly extract his fingers from her soaked pussy. She was so tired and spent, but as she lay there still panting and trying to catch her breath, that action of him pulling his fingers out of her pussy couldn't fail to arouse her. Her pussy twitched at the thought of having another round of action, but she dismissed the thought immediately. Certainly, Mr. X was dog tired. But man, was she wrong! Before she could say Jack, she felt a shadow looming over her and next thing she knew, a pair of hands were on her breasts, holding them tight while a monster prick was being drilled slowly into her vagina.

 

"Oh fuck," she moaned as she felt her pussy getting into the groove immediately. His thick dick filled her completely. So thick that it took him almost a full minute to bury himself balls deep into her. When he was satisfied with how deep he was, he wiggled his dick and rotated his hips, giving her an extra sensation of sweetness. She groaned and held onto his arms as he kept flexing his dick inside her and rolling his waist so slowly. Fuck! It was like twisting a dildo - a warm, thick flesh and blood dildo deep inside her love canal. She pulled up her knees and reached down to grab his ass, encouraging him to keep rolling it, scratching his dick along her pussy walls and giving her that sweet torture that made her eyes roll back in her head. He was enjoying it too since he was groaning softly in her ear. She felt his ass cheeks clench from time to time and she imagined he was holding back his orgasm.

 

Suddenly, he gave a hard thrust into her, shaking her entire frame. His hand tightened around her neck and his other hand grabbed her waist and he began smashing his dick into her.

 

"Unggh! Unggh! Unggh!" He pounded into her with short but hard strokes as if he was mining her pussy for his cum.

 

She felt the tip of his dick digging deeper than any other man had ever reached and his cockhead was expanding inside her. She knew he was close and she was eager to trigger his climax so they could cum together, but she couldn't move any part of her body. He had her totally pinned down and she just lay there, her mouth open, her arms and legs spread wide and having her pussy rapidly nailed by his big dick. The nailing kept getting faster and faster until he moved from nailing to slamming into her pussy like it was his property. His animalistic grunts filled the room, completely drowning her moans.

 

She threw her head back as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Oh fuck you!", she screamed and her hips began to jerk rapidly in time with his thrusts. With one last jerk, her second orgasm hit her like a wrecking ball. It triggered his own release too and he collapsed on top of her, his dick firing shot after shot of warm cum into her.

 

It felt like eternity before they both stopped cumming. The contractions of her pussy as she went through multiple orgasms only drained his cock of every drop of cum he had to offer. So there they lay, breathing hard like marathon runners, tired but sated.

 

"You're so wonderful," he murmured into her ear.

 

This was the first time she'd heard him speak, but she was so tired that her brain could hardly remember that fact. She simply hummed her appreciation of his compliment.

 

"I'd like you to come live here with me," he added, and despite her tiredness, Leila burst into laughter.

 

"Seriously?", she gasped between laughs. "You're such a funny guy. You've forgotten that I'm not your wife and this place is not a house either."

 

"Oh that's nothing," he shrugged. "I don't pay a cent to live here. It's my hotel."

 

Leila froze instantly. Only one man owned this hotel. Her uncle! The same uncle that had promised to visit them in a few days for the first time ever!

 

Massaging the Massage Therapist

 

"Thanks," Jerry sighed in satisfaction and slowly sat up, tying the towel around his waist.

 

"You're welcome, Mr. Maunton," she smiled, glad that he was satisfied... and polite too. Not every customer was like that. Some even leered openly and made suggestive comments. As a massage therapist, they expected her to massage them however they pleased - something she would never do or pretend to do, no matter how deep the pockets of the guys were.

 

Some of her colleagues did whatever the "client" wanted and had a lot to show for it while some simply led the men on and also gained from it. But she considered all these unethical and unprofessional. She had dignity and self respect. She refused to be seen as "something" that should be used. Why couldn't they see the therapist as a fellow equal human?

 

"Now it's your turn," Jerry suddenly said, distracting her from her thoughts.

 

"E... excuse me?", she asked in surprise, eyebrows raised, and wondering if she'd heard him correctly.

 

"You've just done a serious job. You must be tired. Everyone deserves some relief," he shrugged as he got up to his feet.

 

Kristy was shocked beyond words. She glanced at his face to see if he was joking, but he seemed serious enough. Before she could say Jack, he was slowly and gently making her like down on the massage mat. She had to make a real protest.

 

"But you already paid t..."

 

"Oh don't worry about that. Just relax," he assured her with a brief smile.

 

She still couldn't believe what he was implying and talking about doing, but it was happening nevertheless. Who ever heard of such a thing? At least, she never had. And she knew that it could put her job at risk, but she lay down there anyway as he ran briskly through the buttons on the front of her button down gown, taking them off one after the other with confident fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. She tried to remember what color of underwear she had on, but her mind was a blank. All she could think of was nothing as she held her breath, eyes unblinking, staring at him and trying to make sure that this was not one big joke. In fact, what was the date by the way? It wasn't April 1st, was it?

 

"Really, relax," he said again. "I don't bite, you know."

 

She nodded her understanding and took a deep breath, her body now a bit less rigid and awaiting whatever was coming.

 

When he'd taken her gown off and left her in only her underwear, Jerry reached for the oil and started work immediately. At first, she flinched when his hand made contact with her bare skin, but she soon slowly began to relax when she saw that his touch was very far from rough.

 

He started with her toes. With his long fingers, he gently massaged them from the smallest to her big toe, pulling them slightly to free them of any cramp or tightness. A few of them popped, giving testimony to his success.

 

After her toes, he moved to the rest of her feet, oiling and massaging her ankles, the top of her feet and even her soles too. By the time he got to her shin, Kristy was fully relaxed. Her legs felt free and re-energized. Who could have thought that the client would be so good at a job he'd hired her to do for him? And so nice and selfless enough to return the favor too... but wait!

 

Her eyes flew open immediately and she moved from a feeling of relaxation to one of worry. She couldn't help but wonder, was this massage free of charge?? But in the next second, she was berating herself for being so ridiculous. This guy was filthy rich, what would he need her money for? Why ask and pay for a massage therapist if he needed to be paid for a massage? Clearly, he was only being sweet and unselfish and nothing more.

 

"Ohhhh," Kristy couldn't help but sigh out loud as he grabbed her calves and ran the thumbs of his big strong hands up the sides of her thighs, from her knee to her hips. Whew! That action alone had made her feel her legs turn to springboards made of jelly. She felt like she could use them for ten lifetimes without feeling any pain.

 

Her eyes were closed and all her worries completely forgotten as those big strong but gentle hands ran up and down her body so expertly. And the best part was that he wasn't even talking or boasting about his skill. What a man!

 

"Hmm mm," she hummed with a smile on her face when he ran his hands up her belly. It quivered under his touch and she felt the heat of his hand spreading all over her torso, but unfortunately, he didn't linger.

 

He went over to her sides and massaged them firmly, giving her relief that only deliberate exercise usually gave her. And as his hands moved up her body, the heat spread higher and higher. By the time he reached her ribs, she could feel her chest glowing with warmth. That was when she decided to do something crazy.

 

She brought up her hands and opened the front clasps of her bra and pulled away the bra cups. Her eyes were still closed, but she felt his hands freeze and heard his breath catch in his throat. Yet, she lay there as if nothing had happened, even though her nipples were clearly hardening due to their sudden exposure to the cooler air of the room. No regrets at all that she had taken off her bra. In fact, she was glad she did. Her chest felt less constricted and she could breathe easier than when she had the bra on.

 

"Ahem," she heard him cough after what felt like a lifetime of silence and inaction. Then he resumed his massage. But the uncoordinated manner in which his hands now moved told Kristy that his attention was somewhere else. She didn't need to open her eyes; she knew for sure that he was staring at her breasts and it made her nipples harder than ever.

 

"Ahem," he coughed again and she couldn't help but smile. She was proud of her breasts for being so distracting. She had actually taken off the bra so he could find it easier to do her chest, but she never expected him to be this shy.

 

Eventually, after a bit of hesitation, he finally decided to massage her chest. The movement of his hands was slow, smooth and deliberate, making her chest warmer than ever. Her breath quickened each time his hands got near her breasts, but he never touched them. He avoided them so carefully that she began to feel frustrated by the suspense. Her charged nipples felt so neglected and she wished so much that he would put his big hands over her breasts and fondle them nicely and slowly. Hell, the thought was so arousing that she began to push her chest upward almost involuntarily. Her breath was becoming faster and more shallow and she needed relief, be it temporary or permanent, just provided it was relief... any relief.

 

Oh, to hell with these games. Tired of playing it cool, she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her left breast. Ssss! Immediately, her back shot off the mat as his warm oily skin made contact with her charged teat. At first, he was shocked and made no move, but when Kristy pressed his hand harder on her breast, he knew what she needed.

 

"Ohh," she groaned as he began to fondle her left breast better than her expectations, kneading her boob flesh and flicking his finger over her nipple.

 

"The other one," she ordered and he quickly obeyed, grabbing the other breast in his other hand.

 

With both of her boobs in his hands, his instincts took over and he began pulling her nipples, massaging them with only his fingers and pinching their tips. Kristy's moans were giving him all the encouragement he needed and before long, he had his wet mouth on her left breast, sucking first one nipple and then licking the other and going back to bite the first one... Kristy could not take it any longer. His sucking, licking and biting work were enough to make her cum, but another part of her felt neglected.

 

Her hand shot down to between her legs and she pushed her panties aside and began strumming her clit like a pleasure guitar. Christ! It was like electricity! Jerry was pinching her nipple now and tugging on the other one with his teeth and she could feel jolts of pleasure shooting all the way down to her pussy, making her juices flow unrestrictedly and her strumming fingers on her clit had become a blur. Fuck! Jerry bit down on the nipple in his mouth and she let out a high-pitched scream. A heavy shudder ran through her entire body and she dropped back on the mat, limp and breathless. She'd just had her first orgasm, but it was only the beginning.

 

***

 

Kristy lay quietly, eyes half closed as small shudders continued to wrack her body from time to time. She tried to rouse herself, but it just felt better lying down there in her post-orgasmic bliss while Jerry waited patiently all the while without even making a sound. Finally, she was able to make the effort to turn her head to look at him.

 

"You're a mess," was the first thing she said when she caught sight of him standing there and staring at her with his towel half undone and his rock hard dick peeking out of it.

 

"Come," she beckoned to him and he walked up to her like an obedient slave.

 

With just one pull, she got the towel off his waist and he stood stark naked before her, his dick standing hard and proud, nodding invitingly at her. She knew at that moment that she would teach his one-eyed little man a lesson it would never forget. She reached out and grabbed it, pulling him closer with it.

 

His cock felt warm and alive in her hand, rock hard and throbbing nicely. She gave it a few strokes, making him hiss and throw back his head in pleasure. Then she increased the speed of her strokes, wanking him mercilessly until he was groaning and jerking into her hand uncontrollably. Yet, she didn't stop. Her grip on his member was warm and oily and she knew that he must be thinking of her pussy as he thrust in and out of her fist as if his life depended on it.

 

"Aaaarggh!", he roared and suddenly slammed forward one last time and began shooting his cum into her hand in large spurts. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth hung open as he went on jerking slowly and involuntarily as her fist drained every last drop of cum from his balls.

 

"Whew!", he exhaled and slumped down into the nearest chair. But he had no idea that she was not done with him yet.

 

Her gaze lingered on his half-limp cock as she turned to lie on her front, presenting him with her perfectly round backside. And just as she expected, his dick shot up to full hardness at the sight of her butt. She winked at him and began to rub her cum-soaked hand all over her butt cheeks, making them shiny and slippery. She massaged his cum into her ass crack, knowing fully well that he was watching every movement of her hands. By the time she slipped two fingers into her throbbing wet pussy, his dick had begun to bob up and down, eager to join in the action.

 

"What are you waiting for?", she asked, a clear invitation for him to come pound the hell out of her pussy.

 

Jerry didn't need to be told twice. Swiftly, he rushed up to her and got himself into position.

 

"Hmmmm," she sighed in satisfaction as he lay full-length on top of her. They were both fully naked now and she felt his warm hard body as it lay over her back, his hard dick already poking her hungry vagina. She spread her legs slightly to give him easy access and he seized the opportunity immediately, sliding his dick into her pussy all the way to the hilt. Then came the pounding.

 

She never expected his thrusts to be so forceful. The first one knocked the breath out of her lungs and before she could recover herself and breathe in some air, he was already slamming into her like a sex machine. He buried his face in her hair and held on tight to her shoulders, screwing her hard and fast with long deep thrusts. His merciless pounding shook her body heavily and Kristy's mouth hung open as she gasped and mewled in succession. She'd never been fucked so hard before in all her life! She had thought she would be the one to fuck him senseless, but instead, he was now the one fucking her senseless. Already, her toes were beginning to tingle and her eyes had begun to lose focus, but the bull on top of her was still servicing her as hard as ever. Since he'd cum once, he could last for as long as he wanted, or so she thought, but she thought wrong. He was already beginning to huff and grunt in her ear and his hands were clawing her chest in search of her breasts. It didn't take long for him to find her nipples and he pinched them mercilessly.

 

"Ohhhh fuck!", she screamed as jolts of pleasure shot down from her breasts all the way down to her pussy and she exploded immediately.

 

"Unnngh yes!", he grunted and slammed wildly into her, flooding her pussy with spurt after spurt of his sticky cum.

 

***

 

Minutes later, when their breathing had returned to normal, she was still wrapped up in his arms and his dick was still lodged in her pussy, now calm but not fully limp. She wondered if he ever got limp. If she clenched her pussy around his cock like she had done a little moment ago, she knew he'd be ready for another round.

 

"We should do this every day, you know," he suddenly murmured in her ear. She didn't even think about it. To her surprise, she found herself nodding eagerly and she felt his dick begin to harden. What a stud!

 

A Masseur's Message

 

Lisa leaned even further against his firm, sculpted body, her eyes closed and her soul lighter with each passing second. She could feel the tension leaving her body in waves as he worked firmly albeit slowly on her neck and shoulders. If not for the duct tape she had chosen to have over her mouth (she didn't even know why she had chosen to wear it), she'd have told him exactly how he was making her feel. That's why, she reminded herself, it is advisable to think before rejecting anything. When Jimmy showed up on her front door, towering almost half a foot above her, with a mesmerizingly hard body, bulging muscles and a sexy smile, and offering to give her a massage, she was instantly taken aback and full of suspicion. But on second thought and after a few questions and excellent responses, she had thrown off her bath towel and invited him in. And now, here they were - all naked and oily on the floor, giving and receiving brain-spinning amounts of pleasure and ecstasy.

 

Lisa could feel his precum-dripping cock tapping gently at her lower back. That cock that looked like a curved coke bottle - hard and thick, always nodding and waving and crisscrossed with large veins - certainly guaranteed to give maximum pleasure. She shifted even further back against him and felt his tool slide up her spine, still warm and throbbing as steadily as ever. She reached back to fondle those heavy balls of his and the response was immediate.

 

"Hmmm." He gave a low growl and quickly abandoned her shoulders, switching immediately to her breasts. Lisa hissed, or rather, tried to hiss as he caught her sensitive two-inch nipples between his fingers - nipples that were guaranteed to announce their presence through any fabric, whether or not she was aroused. He held the teats like you would a cigarette and gently massaged them, using his fore and middle fingers to milk them. Lisa felt on fire. It was as if her nipples were growing one extra inch with each pull. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his capable hands.Christ, this was the real deal, not this dumb massage they'd been fooling themselves with for far too long. Their first round of hard fucking had ended quarter of an hour ago and now, she was ready for round two. Oh shit! Lisa's thighs quivered and her pussy squirted juices as Jimmy made the sweet mistake of pinching her nipples... hard. What the fuck! He was pinching them again and again. Lisa couldn't take it anymore. She pulled herself from his arms and on to her feet, giving his cock a quick squeeze in the process to indicate that she wanted round two now!

 

There was a large mirror a few metres away and she turned to face it as Jimmy came up behind her. She wanted to do it standing. The next one would be lying down on her belly while he would be on top pounding her ass, the next would be doggy and then cowgirl... until there would be nothing left in his balls and she would make him lick her to two more orgasms.

 

Jimmy had his body pressed against her now and his hand was between her legs, working hard and fast on her clit. Shit! This guy would make her cum way too soon if he continued like this. She quickly disengaged from him and turned to face him. A few tugs and she had his dick fully hard and erect. She grabbed the nodding monster tight and began stroking it, spreading his precum all over its length. She had a special place in her heart for cocks like this that curved upward; they were ruthless attackers of her G-spot and Jimmy's was no different. She grabbed the cock in a tight grip and began walking with it, just to feel the authority of a mistress. She smirked at the mirror as she led the willing Jimmy by his cock for a few feet. It would be really nice to have a boy toy or some baby-faced slave in the house that she could fuck any time she was horny. He would live just to please her, morning, afternoon and evening.

 

She came to a halt just in front of the mirror and spread her legs slightly apart. Jimmy's warm and throbbing dick was flexing all its muscles in anticipation, but she took her time before placing the mushroom head at the entrance of her pussy, sawing it slowly up and down her slit. But Jimmy couldn't wait anymore. He took over and grabbed her hips in his strong hands and slammed into her in one powerful thrust. God! Lisa nearly staggered from the sheer force of the thrust. Jimmy's thrusts were always unpredictable. He could suddenly pick up the tempo in the middle of a slow sensual fuck and pound her pussy until she'd see stars. He did a lot of that during the first round and she wanted him to do it again.

 

Hmmm , she hummed against the duct tape and Jimmy mistook it for the need to say something. He brought up his hand to take off the tape, but she quickly shook her head. No, not the tape, stud. I want something else. She reached behind to slap his ass. A hard fuck, that was she wanted. Jimmy understood immediately. He wrapped his big arms around her and began pounding into her. Yes! Keep going! The room was filled with sounds of his crotch slamming into her butt with each heavy thrust. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes in ecstasy. She could feel his curved dickhead scraping her inner walls mercilessly and making her pussy water. His dick was like a vibrator, drilling and buzzing deep into her, scratching the endless itch for quality fuck she always felt. Oh Jimmy, don't stop. Bang that pussy like you own it. Both her hands reached back to grab his asscheeks and damn! Those were hard like rocks. She'd never felt a man's ass this hard, clenching and unclenching with each deep thrust. But then everything about Jimmy was hard. If she had a child with him, she'd name him 'Hardy'. If he grew up to be like Jimmy, she'd have a hard time preventing herself from committing incest. Oh Jimmy, breed me. Fill me with your seed. As if he could read her mind, Jimmy's breathing suddenly increased. His arms got tighter around her and his thrusts got faster and... harder!

 

Slam! Slam! Slam! The sound was deafening and Lisa's mouth fell open as Jimmy drilled her pussy deeper than ever before. He was making animal grunts in her ear and she was breathing heavily too. Jimmy stopped and then gave one massive slam into her. Shit! That was deep! Suddenly, the first rope of hot cum hit her insides. Another deep slam. Then the second rope of cum and the third. And she shuddered. Her toes curled as the tingling feeling ran through her and she exploded all around him.

 

Jimmy still held on tightly to her after emptying his balls deep inside her. Small shivers ran through her as she came down from her climax, wrapped by those big strong arms. So safe, warm and comfy. She could cum again just thinking of it. Eventually, Jimmy released her and she staggered a little. As he moved back, his dick fell out of her pussy and their combined juices dripped out of her gaping hole. She felt and looked well-fucked. If only she got fucked like this every day... but that would be a story for another day.

 

She turned to look at her stud and accidentally, her eyes caught sight of the clock overhead. Oops! Time was far spent. She had not even thought of time all this while. Only now did she realize that they had spent hours and not minutes satisfying their urges. Time to get back to the real world! She ripped the duct tape off her mouth and smacked her lips and worked her jaws to get them loose before speaking. "Hey, it seems time is not our friend anymore. We'll have to continue this conversation later," she said with a suggestive wink. Jimmy responded with a wide grin and walked off to gather his clothes. Lisa stood for a few seconds watching his tight ass, thoughts of round three swirling in her head.

 

"Whew," she sighed as he bent down to pick up his pants, giving her a good glimpse of his dangling dick and balls. "This guy will be the death of me."

 

Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from his package and picked up her purse from the nearby table. "We never talked about the money part. So how much do I owe you?"

 

"Nothing really," Jimmy shrugged as he pulled on his trousers. "I was paid in advance."

 

"What! By who?"

 

"Your husband."

 

The purse fell off Lisa's hand.

 

Taken

 

"Sorry I'm late. It was traffic," Ray apologized as he unbuttoned his shirt. Celia nodded without saying anything and reached out to help with his trousers.

 

In a matter of seconds, he was buck naked and his long, veiny cock was saluting her with vigorous nods. Ray quickly moved behind her to help her undress too. She pulled up her shirt and he quickly helped her pull it over her head and tossed it aside. Next were the bra hooks. He'd taken them off too many times not to know exactly what he was doing.

 

As he worked on them with practised fingers, she worked on her skirt and panties. She dragged them down her waist, just as he finished with her bra and grabbed her naked breasts in his hands. As she bent down to pull the skirt and panties from her legs, his cock lodged itself between her asscheeks. He was already sliding it up and down her ass crack, slowly at first and then he picked up speed, dry humping her with reckless abandon.

 

Celia leaned back into her to enjoy his ministrations. He was not only humping her, he was also working on her breasts with his strong fingers.

 

"Hmmmmm," she moaned as he pinched and pulled her hard teats. She loved it when he did that - pulling and pinching both nipples at the same time while humping her ass with his hard dick.

 

She closed her eyes to enjoy the exquisite feeling. Sharp tingles we're flowing down her spine and her crotch was heating up like crazy. Before she knew it, she was alternating between humping back at him and arching her back to further push her breasts into his experienced hands.

 

"Like it?", he whispered in her ear and ran the tip of his tongue up and down her neck.

 

Celia shuddered. She was in another realm altogether. A realm of endless pleasure from all sides.

 

"Ohhh," she groaned as Ray's tongue flicked the part of her neck just below her ear. One of his hands too had left her breasts and was now crawling slowly down her belly, making her entire torso quake. Even before his hand reached her pussy, she had begun humping forward in anticipation.

 

With one hand alternating between fondling and pinching her right and left nipples and the other hand scratching just above her pussy through her pubic hair, Celia felt she was near cloud 9, if not there already.

 

Ray didn't just stop at her pubic hair, he reached further down to palm her pussy and began rubbing it up and down, and at the same time scratching the tip of her left nipple.

 

Celia didn't know whether to hump or arch her back. Her breathing was coming faster and more shallow than ever.

 

"You're killing me," she moaned.

 

Ray simply chuckled and plunged three fingers into her pussy.

 

"Aarggh!", Celia screamed and her waist shot forward like a bullet. A tingling tremor wracked her entire body and she exploded on his fingers. Ray didn't pull out though. Instead he kept finger fucking her, slow and deep, extending her climax to the maximum. Celia's thighs just kept quaking as he moved those fingers in and out of her dripping hole. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in time with his thrusts. She knew she would have a second orgasm if he continued.

 

"Oh fuck!", she shot out of his arms and fell on the bed. The bastard had pinched her nipple hard while pressing her clit at the same time!

 

Ray chuckled and stroked his dick as he watched her lie face down on the bed and shaking like a fish that had just been taken out of water. He gave her a few seconds to climb off her climax before slowly turning her on her back.

 

"Wait a minute," she panted, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. She needed more time to compose herself before doing anything else or she could have a heart attack.

 

She knew exactly what was coming next. Ray never did one, two or three rounds. It was six or nothing. And all that in less than two hours. Her favorite nickname for him was "rapid-fuck machine".

 

"Ready now?", Ray asked impatiently, still stroking his long hard dick.

 

"Yes," she nodded, "but slow fuck first."

 

He chuckled again and lay down on the bed beside her. But before he could touch her, a clicking sound came from the direction of the bathroom. Celia froze. Her heart skipped a beat and then resumed beating at a mile a second, pounding wildly in her chest. Frankly, she had forgotten all about him!

 

The sound had distracted Ray too, but not for long. He was soon reaching for her again when suddenly the bathroom door flew open! It was Ray's turn to freeze. He had thought the noise was nothing worth paying attention to, but walking out of the bathroom towards them was no one other than his brother!

 

"Johnson! What are you doing here?", Ray asked in surprise.

 

"I could ask you the same thing, Ray, but I already know the answer."

 

Ray's eyes inadvertently strolled down to the black bag his brother was holding. "W... what do you mean?", he asked in confusion, "and what the hell is that?"

 

Johnson sighed and sat down on a chair near the bed. "I found out she was cheating on me and I made her confess who the culprit was."

 

At this point, he opened the bag and brought out a shiny machete! Ray shivered involuntarily as his brother turned cold gray eyes on him:

 

"You can say your last prayer, bro. I'll wait."

 

Satisfying the Nun

 

It was her voice that first caught his attention. Soft and soothing; dear and comforting. He had been sitting near his sleeping friend whom he had come to visit in the hospital. A mutual friend had told him that Richard had a "home accident" and had broken a leg, so here he was, waiting for the old boy to wake up, and watching him breath peacefully and occasionally glancing at his leg in a cast.

 

It was early in the morning, so early that the weight of dawn still hung heavily on the weather, while he sat there waiting and watching when suddenly, he heard a soothing whisper. He turned for the first time and took his first notice of other patients in the ward. But she was not a patient; she was a nun. And as he turned, she turned sharply away. She had been staring at him while whispering to the woman on the hospital bed. Jim's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds or so, then he glanced at the now sleeping sick woman. He wondered what was wrong with her. There was no physical injury he could see on her, so it was probably internal? His gaze quickly shifted back to its real target: the nun. Her face was still turned away, so he had ample opportunity to study her.

 

She was young, probably in hertwenties. She was in a habit the headdress of which framed her soft, smooth and succulent face. Her lips were full, almost red and very kissable. And above all, he had a thing for nuns. He'd always fantasized about making love to a nun and maybe marrying and impregnating her too. The whole taboo idea of the thing was what excited and challenged him. Nuns were said to be brides of Christ, weren't they? He wondered why that cock block of a man had so many brides and some really beautiful ones at that. He would really love to steal one from him.

 

At this moment, the nun was beginning to turn her face slowly towards his direction, but... snap! She turned away quicker than before as she saw him staring at her. Clearly, she had not expected him to be watching. Jim smiled and licked his lips. Well, it seemed he wasn't the only one who found someone attractive. He squared his shoulders and stroked his chin as he thought of his next line of action. Both of them were idle and both their friends were asleep and they both seemed to like each other. He had a thing for her and she probably had a thing for him too, but he knew she would never make the first move. So would he just let it go and disappoint both of them? Certainly not. No harm in trying!

 

Hannah's face burned like a hot coal pot as she kept her face averted. She felt like she was roasting in embarrassment. The man had caught her staring, not once, but twice! No matter how nice he was, it was just impossible for anyone to consider it a coincidence. It would certainly be funny to him how a nun of all people could gawk at him like a common prostitute looking for her next customer. And not once, but twice. That was the most atrocious part - twice!

 

Her defense, which was no defense at all, was that she couldn't help herself. Nun or not, she had, since her early teens, been attracted to handsome, strong-looking young men. It had not really been a "problem" before she became a nun, but since she took those vows, her attraction moved closer to an obsession and became impossible to curb, though to be frank, she had never really put much effort into curbing it. Rather, she fed it at every opportunity by voraciously albeit secretly scanning and absorbing any material she came across in the public space that contained topless muscular men. Then later at night, she used that image to pleasure herself to a blissful sleep.

 

Sometimes when she experienced a long drought in finding new material to feed her fantasy, she would use the last image she had scanned for many weeks and sometimes months and she wondered if those men ever got older or weaker due to her constant usage of their images. But right here, just a few feet to her right, was a live flesh and blood material practically dripping with maleness and masculinity. She couldn't help but stare. It was not every day she had the privilege of seeing such men outside of fashion magazines. Those strong arms with biceps that filled his sleeves, just perfect for holding a woman; that perfectly designed handsome face with a few days stubble on his strong chin and jaw that she wouldn't mind caressing; that strong neck perfect for a woman to hold on to... She wondered if he had a wife or girlfriend and she wondered how he... he handled her. She was too scared to think the word she really meant! Oh Lord. She would gawk at him again if only she had a way of knowing when he would stop looking at her. But someone was walking past and she quickly looked up to see who it was. Oh! It was him! She turned away again sharply... caught for the third time! But wait, what is this?

 

A piece of paper was lying near her feet and she knew it had most likely fallen from his pocket as he walked past. She picked it up and opened her mouth to call him, but words failed her. What would she say to him? How would she address him? She had already embarrassed herself (three times!), wouldn't he see her as attention-seeking? Just then, her eyes involuntarily fell on the paper and her jaw dropped!

 

***

 

Jim stood in the corridor, with his back resting on the door, waiting patiently. He'd taken his shot and a very daring one at that. He wished for success and expected failure. But the ball was no longer in his court; the only thing he could do now was wait.

 

Minutes rolled by and still, nothing happened. Even more minutes came and went and yet nothing happened still. He was about to give it all up when he saw a movement from the corner of his eye. He quickly looked up and found the nun there staring at him without blinking!

 

Hannah knew he would not see her, that was why she had been confident enough to... to hide (well, there was no better word to describe it) and watch him. She studied him closely, taking in every inch of his body. His strong-looking broad shoulders, his slim waist, his strong arms and his big palms that could very well cover her breasts. She had come this far and if what she thought would happen didn't eventually happen, she would at least have something to take away.

 

It was only after satisfying herself with the beautiful view of him standing there that she decided to step out into the corridor. Immediately, his eyes shot up to meet hers and she stared back at him. She was neither shy nor afraid. In fact, she was worried about him getting scared and deciding to chicken out, but to her relief, he broke into a satisfied smile and held out his hand to her. Without looking to see if anyone was watching them, Hannah walked over to him and took his hand.

 

"Hmmf," she gasped in surprise as he invaded her mouth with a toe-curling kiss. A kiss so deep and strong that it nearly lifted her off her feet. She loved it, even though it was totally unexpected. But she recovered quickly and threw her hands around his neck. It was a scandalous thing for a nun to be caught kissing in a hospital corridor, but she was not afraid of that or anything else for that matter. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. She had only ever been this passionate with Father Damian, but the young handsome priest had been assigned to a new parish, just after the first night they finally had sex.

 

Now, all she wanted to do was let go of everything and enjoy this kiss. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was fully accessible to him. He probed greedily, sucking in her tongue and exploring every inch of her mouth while pressing her tight against his hard body. He nibbled on her upper lip, pulled at her lower lip and kissed her jawline, all the way to her ear.

 

"Ohh," she moaned as he sucked in her earlobe. She was feeling some dampness between her thighs and she wondered how far they would go. She would gladly go to any length with him provided he could take her.

 

But suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop and stared at her, panting and with heavy-lidded eyes. Please don't stop now, Hannah pleaded in her mind. But he had no wish to stop now. In fact, he was yet to begin.

 

Quickly, he turned the knob of the door and rushed into the room, dragging her after him. Hannah didn't even get the chance to look around the semi-dark room. The moment they crossed the threshold, he shut the door and pushed her back on it.

 

"Ohh," she gasped in half surprise, half pleasure. He had grabbed her backside with one hand and her breast with the other and invaded her lips again.

 

Hannah pressed herself against him and this time, she was the one leading the kiss. His kneading hands on her backside and his soft fondling of her breast with his other hand was driving her crazy. She kissed him hard and deep, sucking in his tongue, biting it and lashing her tongue all around the inside of his mouth, searching for something she didn't know. She kissed him so hard and so long that she eventually became breathless and had to stop. There they stood, their mouths against each other's, panting and sweating like marathon runners. Then suddenly, he reached for her habit and she helped him with taking it off her body. In less than five minutes, she was standing there in nothing but her black panties and bra. Her panting increased as he started kissing every part of her naked skin, all the way from her thighs up to her belly and then ending at her chest. He left a trail of soft bites and kisses along her arms and shoulders as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She kept her eyes on him, following his every action and recording it all into her brain. She was scared that all this could be interrupted and she would be left with nothing.

 

"Hmmmm yes," she moaned deeply when his mouth found her big nipple and he began to tug it gently. Her breasts were very small and they shot straight out from her chest like that of a growing girl and those brown puffed up nipples and areolas made up most of her breasts. It was on these that he sucked on like a feeding bottle, softly grazing his teeth across the tip of her nipples which made her moan and throw back her head. But not for long. She'd quickly return to watching him switch between her breasts, sucking, tugging, biting and licking every inch of them. He was loving them more than anyone had ever loved them.

 

Her knees shook when he suddenly put his hand into her panties and started stroking her vagina. She was wet... very wet and she could hear the squishy sounds as he fingered her softly and deeply. Her hand was still on his head, holding him tight to her chest, but she was no longer watching him. Rather her head was thrown back and she was focused on jerking her hips in time with his deep thrusts into her.

 

"Ahhh!", she cried out softly as her first orgasm hit her. Her entire body kept jerking erratically and her sex contracted and relaxed rapidly, expelling her fluids into his still thrusting fingers.

 

She didn't know when he stopped, but she didn't miss him for more than a few seconds which was the time it took for him to get rid of his clothes. He grabbed her again and pressed her hard against his naked body, massaging her backside with both hands.

 

Hannah leaned against him and enjoyed the feel of the warmth and strength that his body provided. They were skin to skin, nothing separating them and nothing absorbing the heat they produced except each other's bodies. He was still kneading both cheeks of her backside with strong capable hands and she reached up to run her own hands up and down his back, revelling in the extra hard muscles everywhere. With her eyes closed, and feeling the throbbing warmth of his manhood against her belly, she caressed him slowly, lovingly, moving down his back to his slim waist and then onto his firm backside. It was so so sweet and surreal. She couldn't believe she was in the arms of her dream man, exploring each other's bodies and sharing each other's warmth and giving each other pleasure. What her fellow Sisters wouldn't give to be in her place!

 

The man grabbed her waist and she felt something strong and wet poking at the entrance to her sex. Oh it was his cock! She instinctively spread her legs wider and moaned in satisfaction as he pushed his big cock up her vagina. It was so slow and sweet. He just kept sliding in, inch after inch and she wondered how she could take all of what he was pushing between her legs. Soon, he reached the end and she felt full to capacity. Her inner muscles quivered all around the sweet intruder and it gave her an idea of just how deep he was. Very deep!

 

"Ohhhh," she moaned and leaned back against the door as he slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in again. He was staring into her eyes and all she could see in his eyes was desire. He wanted her and she wanted him too.

 

He moved in to close the tiny space between them and she whimpered in pleasure. His movement alone had further pushed his cock deeper into her pussy and her hands quickly reached down to grab his buttocks. They were as hard as rocks! She felt them flex in her arms as he pulled out and pushed into her again. It was continuous now - sliding out and pushing in, moving faster and harder with each thrust until he was banging her into the door. She whimpered sweetly and the sound only drove him crazy and he increased the tempo, plowing into her deeply and mercilessly. His hands found her breasts again and he tweaked her nipples as he kept hammering his entire length into her non-stop. Hannah was still holding on to his butt, pressing and pushing, encouraging him to have no mercy and to give it to her as hard as he could. He grabbed her butt too to enable him hold her in place to receive his now furious thrusts. She was whimpering, whining and moaning by turns, depending on how deep he went. Encouraged by her sounds, he began to feel the need to reach even into her womb and spill his seed there.

 

"Unnngh!" That thought of impregnating her was his undoing. He slammed deep into her and began to empty his balls into her. He wasn't worried about getting her pregnant and neither was she. The only thing on their minds was pleasure and nothing else.

 

"Hmmmm!", she stifled a scream, biting down on his chest as he pinched her nipple, forcing her to join him in a mind blowing climax. The explosion of her juices around his cock triggered another burst of hot cum shooting deep into her from his cockhead. Hannah just stayed there in his arms, whoozy from her massive orgasm and enjoying the feel of his body, both outside and inside her. What she wouldn't give to be in his arms forever!