Hot Erotic Short Stories 3 in 1Naughty Adult Collection E-Book

Eva Harmon

• Herausgeber: Publishdrive
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Hot Erotic Short Stories 3 in 1: A Sinfully Seductive Audio Collection

Prepare to be irresistibly drawn into the sultry world of "Hot Erotic Short Stories 3 in 1: A Sinfully Seductive Collection."

This book is your ticket to an unforgettable journey through desire, passion, and unadulterated pleasure. Featuring three captivating segments, it will captivate your senses and leave you yearning for more.

- Taboo Temptations: Forbidden Desires Unleashed
Experience the allure of forbidden fantasies as they push the boundaries of what's considered off-limits. These gripping tales will awaken your deepest desires, setting your senses ablaze with a lustful intensity that's impossible to resist.

- Tantric Bliss: Ignite Your Intimate Flames
Discover the ancient art of Tantra, unlocking the secrets to profound connection and heightened sensuality. This sensual guide will lead you on a journey of prolonged ecstasy and intense pleasure, transforming your intimate moments into passionate, soul-stirring encounters.

- Kama Sutra Unveiled: Sensual Exploration at Its Finest
Uncover the timeless wisdom of the Kama Sutra as it guides you through the art of seduction, sexual positions, and the pursuit of ultimate pleasure. Whether you're a novice or a seasoned lover, this audiobook offers a tantalizing experience.

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Hot Erotic Short Stories 3 in 1:

Naughty Adult Collection: Taboo Sex Stories, Tantric Sex Guide, and Kama Sutra for Beginners. Immerse Yourself Into Forbidden Fantasies, Domination, and Role Play.

Taboo Sex Stories:

Erotica Seductive Sex Fantasies for Adults. Threesome, GangBang, BDSM and Femdom

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Table of Contents

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Blind Pleasure

Variety Is the Spice of Sex

Clara’s Experiment

Amelia’s Punishment

Unwrapped Gifts

Closer to the Edge

Shut Up and Fuck Me

Blind Pleasure

Catherine, a hesitant wife, gives in to Rich, her husband’s greatest fantasy: He wants to see her fucked by other men. Yes, men—as in plural. He wants to watch her gangbanged while he enjoys watching every single moment of it, but she’s not so convinced. She is nervous about what to expect but soon finds that she doesn’t have to be so afraid of what is to cum, over and over again. She goes off to the local swinger’s club with him for a night she will never forget—and may even want to repeat some time.

“Catherine.”

The sound of my husband’s voice sent a shiver down my spine, and the skin on my arms began to prickle into goosebumps. I knew what he wanted. I kept my eyes planted firmly on my reflection as I finished getting myself ready to his standards. Eyeliner, heavy and winged into the perfect cat-eye. Black, smoky shadow was blended onto my eyelids. My eyes, the most indistinctive shade of flat brown, looked bigger, and I could see my own hesitation in them.

“Catie.”

His voice was quieter and more urgent. More needing. I felt his hand on the small of my back, and it sent a quick shock shooting within me. I loved his touch—I couldn’t deny that. It was everyone else’s that I was hesitant about. Still, I kept my gaze planted on myself, putting the finishing touches on my face. My lips, a deep pink, almost red against my naturally pale skin. My brown hair was straightened and lay almost pin-straight down to my shoulders, curving in just slightly toward my cheeks to frame my narrow face.

“It’s time.”

His hand slid off of my back, leaving the place that he had touched, feeling almost uncomfortably cold, vying for his touch again. His fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled, beckoning me to turn, and I did to look at him.

My husband, Rich, was conventionally attractive. Between the two of us, he blew me out of the water. He had a perfectly sculpted jawline, strong and masculine, with just a hint of 5-o-clock shadow across it, and a strong brow. His eyes were bright blue and his hair, almost black and trimmed to create a taper cut. He was wearing a tight, black t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans that betrayed his large bulge in his pants. I looked over him and couldn’t help it. Just the sight of him, all ready to go was enough to make me wet. He smirked at me as I looked him over, satisfied.

He grabbed my hand and took me outdoors to the car. We drove in a heavy silence to the club we were going to. We had never done anything like this before, and while I had agreed to do so, it was more because he wanted to than anything else. He wanted to see other men fuck me; he had said one day when we were showering after a night of X-rated passion. His cock had quickly hardened at the suggestion as he watched me, slowly washing away the sweat from the night. I had agreed to do it for him, but I couldn’t say that I was particularly excited about it.

“You’ll change your tune real quick, hon,” he had replied when I shrugged my shoulders. “Think of all the men that are there—to please you. They’re there to have fun with you.”  And so, here we were, preparing to enter a swinger’s club for the first time. Rich had figured everything out on his own; he arranged for the night, for the reservations that we apparently needed, and for the people that would be there.

Before I knew it, we were parked outside of a nondescript building. I never would have guessed that inside was a club, apparently full of people that wanted to trade partners. It looked like a simple brick building without a sign, and if it weren’t for the cars parked all over it or the fact that I saw another couple entering the building, I’d have assumed we were in the wrong place. I was expecting something a bit... More flashy? This was certainly not.

Rich squeezed my hand and brought me back to reality. I turned to look at him and was immediately met with his lips on mine. His tongue danced over my bottom lip, waiting for me to open mine, and I quickly obliged, feeling his tongue against mine. His hand slid up my arm and to my breast, giving it a quick squeeze. When he came up for air, breaking the kiss, he smirked at me again. God, I loved that smirk. “Don’t sweat it, hon. You’re going to love it; I know you will.” He kept massaging my breast, playing with it, but this time, he let his finger linger over my nipple, pressing in.

I gasped, feeling myself begin to get wet, and my clit twitched, beginning to swell, and I leaned in for another kiss. My hand snaked around to feel his cock, so big in his pants and so trapped that I just had to free them from their cage. I unbuttoned the pants and undid the zipper, reaching in to pull it out. It was at full attention and ready to go. My hand ran over it, and I felt his body tense as he moaned against my lips. This time, it was my turn to smirk as I slowly rubbed his cock, up and down. Up and down.

He reached down to touch my pussy, slipping underneath my little black dress and right past the little black thong that I had worn to match, his fingers expertly finding my clit. He rubbed on it, and my legs spread open for him, granting full access. I ran my hand over his cock, feeling the shaft get harder. The car smelled of our passion as I quickly undid my seatbelt and leaned over to take him in my mouth, but he protested, quickly pulling his hand away from me and leaving me wanting.

“Slow down,” he said with a dark chuckle. He was watching me with amusement as he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking off every bit of liquid that I had left on him. “We have plenty of time for that later.”

So off we went, into the club, and we picked up a few shots, followed by a cocktail each, on our way, to “ease our nerves,” Rich had said, but I knew he just meant mine. I was watching the way that his clothes clung to his body, and especially to his crotch, watching that bulge that remained there. No one batted an eye as we walked through the club. There was music, low, pulsing, but nondescript in the background to fill any silence, and couples and groups were talking quietly amongst each other as they sipped their drinks and looked at each other like chunks of meat. It almost made me nervous until I realized that I was looking at my husband in exactly the same way. With our drinks in hand, my husband led me to a private room in the back. When we entered, I saw that it was decorated like a hotel suite; there was a bathroom connected to it and a queen-sized poster bed.

The lighting was dim, and I finished my drink, placing the drink on a nightstand. The alcohol left me pleasantly buzzed, and Rich grinned. He could see the flush on my cheeks, even in the absence of light. He made his way over to me and roughly pushed me onto the bed, gripping at my breasts with both hands for a moment before they both slipped into the top of my dress, His fingers pinched at my nipples, delicately at first and then with more fervor as he nibbled at my neck before slamming his lips against mine. I could taste the alcohol on his breath and it just made me want him more. I spread my legs and thrust my hips against his, rubbing myself on his hard cock. I reached my hands down to undo his pants, but he stopped me, grabbing my wrist and then attaching a strap around them. I stopped, blinking in surprise. We had played with the restraints every now and then at home and I recognized them as the ones that we used. The restraint went around one of the posts on the bed and then another came out for the other hand.

Before I could protest, he had pulled out a pocket vibrator, placing it against my clit first and then teasing the slit of my pussy. My hips bucked upwards at the jolt, and a moan escaped my lips. He left it there as he placed a tie around each of my ankles as well, leaving me spread-eagle on the bed. I was enjoying the vibrator so much that I hardly noticed.

He reached back up for the vibrator, taking it slowly from its position and back up to my clit and then turned it off just as I was really starting to get into it. I could feel myself starting to drip, and I was certain that I had already left a wet spot on the bed. Before I could beg for more, I felt Rich’s lips kissing me. His tongue flicked across my clit, making me gasp and shudder. He licked with a bit more force, one hand snaking up to grasp my chest. He pinched and pulled at my nipple as he licked, his tongue expertly tracing my clit until he moved downward, licking at my opening as well. He let his tongue tease the entrance just a bit longer with a quick “Mmm...” against me.

“Rich, fuck me,” I managed to moan out as I felt my body flex. I tried to reach down to grab his head, but the restraints held me back. I felt him laugh against me. I was desperate to get that cock inside me, and he knew it. He knew how much I longed for it. He climbed atop me in the bed and pressed himself against me. He smelled like me, a faint, almost pungent scent, and he looked down at me. I leaned up to rub against him some more, but he pulled away.

“Oh, believe me, you’ll be fucked plenty,” he practically purred as he pulled something else out of his pocket. It was a black blindfold, and it was very quickly wrapped around my head. I couldn’t see anything, and for a moment, I felt a hint of anxiety, but that was quickly forgotten when I heard a zip and felt his cock enter me.

It was slow at first, just the tip, and immediately, my body tensed up in pleasure. I felt every inch of him as he slid into me, and I squeezed against him, moaning softly. I tried to reach out for him, but my hands were restrained. “Good girl,” he said softly as he thrust harder and harder. His balls bounced against my ass, sounding like slaps, and my pussy got even wetter than I thought was possible. I felt his hands clawing at my chest as if trying to tear away the dress that I was wearing. The restraints held me back, and it was almost hotter that I couldn’t see what was happening. I was in total ecstasy as he rammed into me and I heard him grunt in equal pleasure.

“Fuck me harder, Rich,” I moaned out, and he obliged, but just as I was about to orgasm, he stopped and pulled away. I was left in shock and utter silence. “... Rich?” I called out, only to hear him chuckling from across the room.

“Have fun,” he said, and then I knew it was beginning.

Within seconds, I could smell a new man near me; he smelled of aftershave, woody almost. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was almost afraid to speak when I realized what was about to happen, but all apprehension melted away as soon as I felt another vibrator rubbing against my clit as a finger slipped into my pussy.

“Mmm... Nice, wet, and tight,” the voice said, almost breathy as the man that I couldn’t see felt me up. He felt good. Maybe it was the alcohol and lack of inhibition, or the fact that Rich had been driving me crazy all night, or the fact that I had complete permission to fuck a strange man with him watching, but those first seconds were better than I expected.

Before I could say a word, I felt his fingers probe into me again, holding the vibrator in place with what I assume was his palm as his other hand squeezed my ass, pulling at my cheeks. His fingers teased my asshole, and my entire body tightened up in pleasure. I moaned as the vibrator was replaced with a face that felt clean-shaven—there was none of the prickling I usually felt with Rich. I felt him sucking, kissing, and licking at my clit, slowly at first, tantalizingly teasing me. “Such a bad little girl, look how much she wants it,” he murmured between my lips. The feeling sent shivers down my spine. “Do you want it, you hot little slut?”

I moaned again, practically unable to speak as he continued to suck away. I felt him pull away and heard another zip as he undid his pants and the rustling of clothing. His cock felt different—it was wider than Rich’s as it rubbed at my slit, teasing my swollen lips as he did so. I thrust my hips up, trying to get him to enter, but he pulled back, laughing. “She’s ready to go, Rich!” he called out, and I heard Rich chuckling. I could hear the pleasure in his voice—it was low and almost urgent. He was enjoying every moment of this, so why shouldn’t I?

I heard footsteps approach me as the strange man’s cock continued to tease me, moving up and down, sometimes, sliding across my clit and sometimes circling my asshole, leaving me breathless with anticipation. My senses were on overdrive; I could hear his own breathing change as he enjoyed himself as well. Suddenly, I felt a mouth on my neck, and I smelled another scent—this one was citrusy.

“She’s definitely a looker, isn’t she?” said another voice, and I felt his hands lightly brushing over my arms. I shivered at the touch, moaning as the first man, the one who smelled of sandalwood, finally thrust into me. His cock was longer than Rich’s too, it felt like, as it slid deeper and deeper, slowly penetrating me until I felt his balls against my ass. He held it there as I felt the other man pull down my dress, leaving my breasts bare. I knew my nipples were perfectly erect at that point, and I could feel a faint breeze over them. It was warm. Was it his breath? His head must have been awfully close to them, and citrus man gently touched each one. Then, he pinched a bit harder, leaving me moaning again. I couldn’t do anything; I was stuck exactly in place, but I really just wanted to ride the cock that was inside of me.

I felt the man who was next to me lower his head down to take my nipple into my mouth, and he bit down on it, hard enough to send a shiver down my spine but not so hard to hurt. The cock that was in me thrust harder, and I cried out, but not in pain. I felt the man inside of me squeeze at my ass and then suddenly smack it hard enough to sting. I cried out but felt myself get wetter against him, and I clenched against every inch of his girth, feeling it fill me. His cock pulsated against me as he pulled it out, never quite all the way, before slamming back into me, all the while I felt the man’s fingers clawing at my ass more and more.

“I want more,” I managed to gasp out, and in response, I got another slap across the ass, a bit more forceful this time, and I yelped in response. This brought another slap quickly, followed by another.

“You want more, you little slut?” Sandalwood said, his breath starting to hitch as he kept slamming into me. I moaned in response as I felt another slap. I’m sure my ass was red by that point, but I was too lost in passion to care.

“Yes, please give me more,” I managed to moan out between breaths.

Then, I felt another hand on me suddenly. This hand was different. It was rougher. Stronger. More confident as it caressed over my body. Three. There were three pairs of hands on me now, and strangely, I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved every moment of it. One pair held me in place as Sandalwood continued to thrust with as much force as he could muster, and I lifted my hips so that my clit would rub against his pelvis. Citrus continued to knead and suck at my breasts and nipples, and this new pair of hands was slowly exploring my body with his hands. I heard more zipping, and very quickly, a rock-hard cock was shoved in my face.

“Open,” I heard a gruff voice command, and I did so, turning my head toward him. He shoved himself into my mouth so hard that I gagged at first, tears springing to my eyes. I let my tongue roll over his dick, lingering on the frenulum before pushing it deeper into my mouth.

I could hardly take it. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on overdrive as I was pleasured from three different men, and I could hear my husband’s own breathing, almost ragged in the corner. Was he jerking himself as he watched? The thought of Rich’s face, enjoying watching his wife become a toy for all of these men, was enough for me, but he loved it.

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. I could feel my own pleasure building and building until I could hardly take it anymore. My own moans had grown louder, and I could feel my body taking control, moving and grinding into Sandalwood harder and harder. Citrus was sucking harder than before, so hard that it would have hurt, but in the moment, I loved it.

Right as I was about to cum, I felt Sandalwood pull his dick out of me and leave me thrusting my body upward, searching blindly for him. He wasn’t there, but I could hear him chucking. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him, just outside of my reach.

“Beg for it,” he said.

My mouth was full of another cock, licking and sucking on it, and I whined. I tried to open my mouth to pull away to speak, but the man held me in place roughly, twisting his hand in my hair to keep me right where I was. I got it then—I wasn’t going to be allowed to finish until they were each satisfied. I sucked on his dick with as much passion as I could muster. I could feel his shaft twitching and bulging in my mouth as I continued to slurp at it. He held me in place and slammed himself into my mouth, letting himself go down my throat to make me gag. He didn’t let up, going harder and harder until I tasted him. The salty, hot liquid shot down my throat, burning and making me gag as I felt him cum into my mouth. His cock twitched and pulsated in my mouth as he held me there to his own pleasure, and when he pulled out, I moved to spit, but he held my mouth shut.

“Swallow it,” he told me. I did, shuddering as it went down my throat, leaving its aftertaste in my mouth. I wasn’t normally a swallower, but nothing about this situation was normal. It was strangely erotic to be ordered around, and at this point, I think it would have been impossible for me to get any wetter. I could feel my own juices dribbling down to my ass as I was spread out, and the sheets right underneath me were soaked. The whole room smelled musty, of sex and men, and I loved it.

“Please,” I said breathlessly, thrusting my pelvis up, looking for Sandalwood. He had to have been there somewhere. But then, another dick was shoved in my face. I sucked it in greedily and tasted myself all over it, and that woody smell of the man who had, only moments prior, been thrusting into me was standing over me. He shuddered as my lips wrapped around his shaft, licking myself up and savoring the taste. He was so hard, and he was so wide that my jaw was opened up almost uncomfortably far as I took him in, gently, slowly, sensually using my tongue to caress his head and shaft.

Then, I felt something else beneath me. Was that Citrus? I couldn’t smell him near me anymore, I realized, and that must have been why. He was underneath me now, rubbing his own cock against me. He started up on my clit, making me moan against Sandalwood’s dick as he did. It was a gentle touch, but it was enough to drive me crazy with desire. I wanted him, and I wanted him then.

I thrust my hips up just right, taking the cock into my body as I continued to suck on the first one. I groaned in ecstasy as I felt the length of him enter me. He pulled my legs up as much as he could with the constraints and thrust his way into me as hard as he could. I cried out, only to have my head thrust back onto the cock in my mouth, and I continued to suck on it.

Citrus was a much more sensual fucker than Sandalwood had been. He entered me and gyrated his hips, allowing himself to touch more of me. He angled himself just right to shoot toward the top of my vagina, rubbing against the walls and leaving me hotter than before. As my body got closer, and I felt more of my own wetness dribble out and down onto Citrus, I felt him pull away, just like before. I wanted him so badly, but I knew what was happening. I needed to finish off Sandalwood first.

I sucked on Sandalwood harder, craning my neck as far as I could until he pushed himself toward me. My nose was against his groin. It was unshaven; I could feel the hairs tickling against my face as I took as much of him in as I could, letting my lips tighten around him before pulling away. “That’s right, you little slut,” he managed to hiss out as I pulled away, letting the tip of my tongue trace along his shaft as I did it. I smiled until the next thrust from Citrus made me moan, almost losing myself in the pleasure. Sandalwood’s hand, yanking my hair, brought me back to reality, and I repeated that motion, again and again, getting quicker and quicker until he was shaking. I teased his head with my tongue. I could feel his dick getting firmer. He was getting close, and I could taste the precum on the tip as I flicked it with my tongue. I shoved him down my throat as hard as I could manage without gagging and sucked, and then I felt him jolt, thrusting himself into my mouth as again, I was rewarded with the taste of cum shooting down my throat. His was slightly less pungent than the first man’s, and I sucked it down greedily, licking along his shaft as his body continued to be rocked with enjoyment. I grinned. Mission accomplished. Now, there was nothing standing in my way.

Citrus slammed deeper than before into my body, and I felt his weight atop me as he climbed into the position that he wanted. I could smell him as he fucked me, and I moaned out, craning my head to kiss him as he continued to slam into me. I was searching for him, yearning for his mouth, but before I could find it, it was back on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue, sending my whole body convulsing. I was so close. “Fuck me harder,” I managed to whisper between gasping breaths, my mouth now gloriously free from cock as I leaned up, placing my head into the crook of his neck.

He obliged instantly, shoving his dick harder into my body, and I lost myself in the moment. I cried out and rubbed myself against his pelvis as he continued to thrust, and almost immediately, all of the frustration and tension was released in ecstasy as I finally got the orgasm I had been waiting for. I felt my pussy clench around his dick harder and harder as he thrust, cumming within me to the feeling of my walls tightening. It was so intense that I lost myself, unaware of everything in that instant. I collapsed against the bed; all energy thoroughly drained from my body. I couldn’t keep going even if I wanted to.

When I regained my wits, I realized it was almost silent, but I could hear someone shuffling around. I sat there in my post-sex haze, utterly exhausted and uninterested in what was going on around me, and I suddenly felt the restraints loosen and fall off and then felt my blindfold removed.

The room was surprisingly empty. I could see Rich staring at me with a look of arousal, admiration, and satisfaction all in one. He was thrilled to have seen me do what I had done. I was totally exhausted on the bed, and even freed up, I was not sure that I wanted to get up and do anything.

Rich smirked at me as I laid there in my post-sex high. “You ready for another round?” he murmured, running his hand up and down my body, sending a shiver down my spine.

I laughed as he got on top of me to kiss me unabashedly, his tongue dancing in my mouth as he savored the taste of others on my lips. His own cock was pressed against me, bare and rubbing against my thoroughly fucked, swollen pussy. I kissed him back. Surely, round two wouldn’t be so bad. It was the least I could do to repay him for the fun I had.

Variety Is the Spice of Sex

Lindsey loved fucking new people. For her, fucking was something exciting and new, and while she loved fucking her husband, she wanted more. She wanted the act of exploring new bodies and getting new sensations and new connections. Her husband, Matt, has always seemed uninterested in the threesome or open relationship life, but for his wife, he’s willing to try anything once. They open up a to their neighbor, sexy Delilah for some threesome fun to try to accommodate Lindsey’s needs, and spend a day fucking harder than they have ever fucked before, leaving both Matt and Lindsey thoroughly satisfied.

I was bored.

I was being fucked by my husband, but I was completely bored out of my mind. Sex had grown dull. Sure, we could bring in toys. We did that a lot—I had toys of every kind imaginable. Rabbit vibes and cock rings and dildos galore, but none of them could keep my attention for very long at all. I wanted more. I wanted something else that would keep me happy. I wasn’t sure what I wanted yet, but I knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t this.

I pinched and kneaded at my nipples as my husband fucked me from behind. He grunted and groaned and unleaded within my pussy, collapsing onto me as he did. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he rested there for a moment before he turned his head to kiss me. He smiled at me, but it quickly faltered. “Again?” Matt asked with a hesitant frown.

I averted my gaze, almost ashamed that I was unable to enjoy the moment. We had tried everything that I could think of. We had done some of that teacher-student roleplay. It wasn’t for me. We tried some light bondage, but I didn’t care for that, either. I was just bored. This was the first relationship that I had been in for longer than a few months, and I almost thought that what I needed was something fresh. Fresh meat to enjoy or something. It was exciting to explore new bodies sometimes, and I felt like I hadn’t been able to do that. I loved my husband, sure, but sexually? I was an explorer. I wanted to get out, fuck my brains out, and fuck as many people as I could. I had given up that life when I got married, but a part of me couldn’t help but think that that was what I was missing.

“Is there anything I can do?” asked Matt.

I shook my head. It would be another night for the vibe in the bath with a glass of wine for me. I didn’t need to make him feel worse or more inadequate about it.

“Do you want to fuck other people?” he finally asked me. I could hear it in his voice. It was almost breaking him to suggest it, but he loved me, and he wanted me to be happy.

I hesitated, but he must have seen the excitement that I tried to hide in my face. I saw his shoulders fall.

“What about a threesome?” I suggested suddenly.

He looked at me, confused.

“I don’t want to fuck someone on my own,” I told him. “I want you to join in. Wouldn’t you want another toy to play with?” I winked at him and slapped his ass, enjoying the quick bounce as I did, squeezing and kneading the muscle. His ass was firmly toned. He, for one, did not skip leg day, that was for sure.

Matt sighed. “Lindsey, I don’t know...” He looked at me with mixed emotions swirling in his green eyes.

“You’ll love it,” I promised him, giving him a quick kiss and nibbling on his lip. “It’s fun.”

He shrugged his shoulders. I was his only partner that he had ever had; he had wanted to save himself for marriage. He wasn’t religious or anything, but he hadn’t wanted to, shall we say, play the field; he wanted to keep sex something special for himself. But let’s be real—a quick fuck is so much fun.

I grinned. “Trust me?”

He sighed again and nodded his head. “But no dicks. I’m firm on that one.”

“Fine by me!” I said with a grin. I slapped his ass again, giggling as it bounced. There was a pink print on his cheek now as I clenched. I saw dick start to harden again as I did it, and I smiled at him, genuinely excited. I pulled him forward, kissing him, and he kissed back, ready for round two.

I did all of the work from that point on. I screened out options that would be interested in a bit of rough fun with us. I looked for women only, knowing Matt’s stance, and I didn’t mind myself. Sometimes, all you want is an extra pair of tits to fondle that aren’t your own. Eventually, I had found the perfect person: The young neighbor that had just moved into the apartment next door.

Delilah was a perky, young 19 years old. Perfect tits, double-Ds on her hourglass figure. Her skin was a deep olive color, and her hair was down to her waist, black, thick, and I could only imagine pulling it myself as I played with those perfect little nipples that I made sure to check out and sample before choosing her to be the perfect partner. She was gorgeous. She was kinky, too—she had shown me her collection of restraints and even a few leather floggers, and I knew that we would be in for fun.

She knocked at the door, and when I opened it, she looked shy; she was almost too nervous to enter. I grabbed her wrist brusquely, immediately feeling a thrill as I pulled her in. This would be fun, and I was determined to enjoy each and every moment of it. The thought of a fresh, new body made me wet; I could feel my pussy twitch as I led her in. She looked at Matt and blushed a bit, but it just made me want her more.

Matt was sitting on our bed, naked and almost lazily stroking his own cock, displaying it for Delilah to see. He seemed a bit hesitant but was willing to give it a shot.

I took off my robe that I had been wearing to open the door, revealing that I was perfectly naked underneath and looked at Delilah. She was eyeing my husband’s cock with a mixture of being impressed and desiring to get her own hands on it. I could see that look in her eyes—the look of lust. The look of her lips parting slightly as she inhaled. The shine of her eyes dilating as she looked at him. She wanted him, and that was enough to make me happy.

“You ready?” I purred as I reached over to pull Delilah’s shirt over her head. She nodded her head and turned her eyes to me, taking in every inch of my body. I instinctively straightened out, pushing my chest outward more, and Delilah reached up to grab them. She ran her fingers over my nipples, pinching and rubbing at them, and I gasped at the feeling. Her fingers were so soft and warm as they worked their magic, the touch of a woman who was clearly experienced with the female body.

I leaned in to kiss Delilah, watching Matt’s reaction as I did. He watched us intently, and I could see the way his cock twitched when I did it. I smiled against Delilah’s lips as my tongue parted them and made its way into her mouth, tasting her. She tasted sweet, almost like a cup of wine. Had she had to drink a glass of wine to loosen up? I chuckled as I nibbled on her lips, and I led her to bed to join Matt.

Matt grinned as we did and opened his arms to us. I settled in on the left side of him, and Delilah was on the right. I pulled her in again to kiss, both of our breasts resting against Matt’s chest as we did so. I moaned as I kissed her, and I felt Matt reach up to grab my breast and touch it. He touched my nipples with his own fingers. They were rougher than Delilah’s; I immediately noticed. He flicked his fingers over them and was just a bit tougher than I was.

I reached down for Matt’s hand on my breast and removed it, guiding it over to feel Delilah’s as well, and I immediately felt him tense up, his breathing picking up. Then, I pulled away from Delilah’s lips, pushing her down to kiss Matt as well.

He reciprocated, his cock twitching as he did. I reached down to stroke it, running my nails gently up and down the shaft, making him shudder as he continued to kiss Delilah, with more fervor as I continued to play with him. He bit her lip, and I could hear him groan as I lowered my head down to lick him. I used just my tongue at first, running it up and down just as I had done with my nails. I saw his hips shift upward as he sought out my mouth, or any other wet hole he could get his cock in, and I obliged, taking it between my lips and hearing him moan against Delilah. After all, this had to be just as enjoyable, if not more so, for him than for me if I wanted him to feel like he wanted to do this again. I was in for the long haul, and I didn’t mind sharing my new toy.

I turned to look at Delilah, who was shifting to straddle him now, his hand both reaching for her breasts, kneading, tugging, and rubbing them between his hands. I could smell her wetness between her legs as she continued to kiss him, and I shifted down a bit to let her make her way downward. I pulled her hips, guiding her perfectly round ass down to him. I lined her up and took Matt’s cock, still wet with my saliva, and put it into her. As soon as it felt her lips, it thrust upwards, and she moaned, throwing her head back.

Then, he thrust again and again. He was watching her intently, watching those perfect breasts bouncing on her chest, nipples pointed out, and still shimmering with saliva. He turned his attention back to me then and reached out with his hand to grasp my breasts as well. Mine were just as big, but age had already started to weigh them down. He didn’t seem to mind as he greedily tugged and squeezed at them. His fingers glossed over my nipples, and I felt myself get wetter, my own clit starting to swell in anticipation of my turn for fun.

I watched as Delilah rode Matt harder and harder. She started to really moan and whine. “Oh, Matt!” she groaned, her head thrown back. “Fuck me harder!”

I slapped her ass, seeing the red mark appear almost immediately, but she only moaned louder. I grinned and slapped her again and again. I could feel myself starting to drip down my legs as they continued to fuck, and before they could get too into it, I interrupted the fun. I pulled Delilah up and off of Matt, pushing her down next to him. She gasped, looking up at me, almost in surprise. I could see the wetness from their fucking glistening between her thighs. Her pussy was perfectly waxed and hair-free. Perfect.

I looked over my new toy and forced her legs open. She was caught off guard, but she obliged, and I quickly buried my face between her lips, feeling that one little nub that seemed so hard for so many men to find. She gasped and shuddered as my tongue ran over her. I positioned myself just right on my knees, head down, and ass raised. Matt watched as I continued to lick at Delilah and seemed to get the idea as I shifted. He could enter from behind.

Matt quickly got into position and slammed into me quickly. “Lindsey, you’re so wet,” he groaned as he slid all the way, stopping only when his balls slapped my ass. I chuckled at him as I continued to lick Delilah’s clit, feeling her shift at the feeling. She moaned as she continued to get licked. As I felt her getting closer to cumming, I slapped her ass suddenly. It surprised her, judging by the yelp, but judging by the gush of fluids in my face, she loved it. I slapped her again and reached up to take her breast in my hand.

Matt continued to fuck me from behind, and I kept my composure, sucking on that little nub. I slide my fingers into Delilah, one at first, then another. Then, I angle them just right, reaching around to get to that magical g-spot, and as soon as I reach it, I hear her moan, her hips shooting up as soon as I touch it. I grin to myself, knowing that I have reached it.

I played with that little spot inside of her a bit longer, listening to the change in her breath and feeling the fluids soaking my hand as I continued to lick her. Within seconds, I could feel her whole body spasm, and her vagina tightened and clenched on my fingers over and over again.

I pulled my hands away from her, knowing that she’ll be far too sensitive for the next few moments to be of much fun. Instead, I turned to look over my shoulder at Matt. He was watching us intently as he thrust deeper. He had kept pace deep and slow while I tongued at Delilah, but now that I was done with her, he sped up, harder.

“Spank me,” I managed to moan as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. I reached down between my legs to touch my clit, swollen and soaking wet, as he obliged, pulling out just long enough to slap both of my ass cheeks in quick succession. The sting felt so good, and just as quickly as he had stopped, he slammed himself into me again and again. I felt his hands tangle into my hair and pull my  head back—it was uncharacteristically rough for him, and when I looked up at him, I could see his gaze fixated on me. He was completely in the moment, enjoying it.

“Play with her again,” he said gruffly, shoving me down toward Delilah, who was watching us with heated passion.

I grinned, feeling wetter at the thought of my husband, my usually so sweet and gentle husband, getting rough and hot and bothered by the idea of me fucking another woman. I could live with that. “My pleasure,” I told him as he slowed down his fucking to let me keep my own balance.

I pulled Delilah closer to me, and she smiled up at me, her eyes begging for round two. I lined her up underneath me so that I could grind on her pelvis while I leaned down to kiss each of her perky little perfect nipples before taking one in my mouth.

I heard Matt’s breathing pick up as he watched me, and I knew I needed to put on a show. Arching my back just right to bring my ass up for him, I leaned in to tug on Delilah’s lips before I reached over to the nightstand next to our bed. I pulled out a toy—a large vibrator , which I quickly placed against Delilah’s clit before settling my own right onto it as well, starting it on low. I gasped at the feeling, gliding my clit atop it as I watched Delilah’s delicious expression on her face. It was perfect in that moment—she was so hot with her fuck-me eyes as she leaned up for a kiss, moaning against me. Matt’s own tempo increased a bit, and I could feel his desperation as he fucked me harder. I heard him getting closer and closer and I pulled away from Delilah’s mouth just long enough to look over my shoulder at him, making eye contact as he watched me. I turned away to suckle at Delilah’s nipple again, but just as my lips grazed over the tiny little nub, he yanked my hair back.

“You’ll look at me now,” he practically growled, and I smirked at him. He thrust into me again, and my mouth opened, head back as he took me harder. I pushed harder against the vibrator that was underneath me, reaching down to turn up the speed.

Immediately, Delilah cried out in pleasure, and I pinched her nipples a little bit harder that time, never looking away from Matt as he continued to fuck me. Any time I started to close my eyes to enjoy the moment, he pulled my hair harder and forced me to keep my eyes on him. My pussy clenched his cock tighter as he forced me. Who knew I was into him being more dominant. It wouldn’t be long—I knew I wouldn’t be able to last out much longer as he continued to ride me.

“You don’t cum until I tell you to cum,” he told her, never letting up the intensity in his gaze or his fucking. All I could do was nod in response as another wave of pleasure threatened to throw me over the edge. The vibrator was too strong for me to be able to resist for too much longer, and I shifted off of it, leaving it in place for Delilah, who was practically in her own little world, enjoying herself. As soon as I was off of the vibrator, she took it with her free hand and plunged it into herself with a moan, her back arching, and eyes closing tightly.

Matt let go of my hair, and I looked down at Delilah, grinning at my handiwork, but before I could do much more, he thrust into me again, so hard that I could hardly stand it. I whined as he got deeper and deeper, and I knew he was challenging me. He wanted to make this hard for me, and could I really blame him? He was reclaiming his confidence—he needed to do this.

I tried to fend off the impending orgasm, but before I knew it, my vagina was tightening in waves of pleasure all down his shaft, and I felt him thrust harder into me and groan as well. I rode the waves of pleasure before collapsing onto Delilah, who smiled knowingly at me before she reached up to toy with my sensitive nipples.

She didn’t get to for very long before I felt Matt’s hand wrap around my arm, flipping me over. “You didn’t listen,” he told me, his eyes shining in dark amusement. I couldn’t quite tell what he thought as he looked down at me.

“Sounds like I’m in need of a punishment,” I replied coyly.

“Someone’s a bad girl,” purred Delilah with a giggle as she gently rubbed the vibrator along my clit. It was almost too sensitive to be enjoyable in the moment.

“Are you going to help me punish her?” asked Matt, looking at Delilah. “You’ll get your reward when you’re done.”

This new side of Matt was so incredibly hot, and in that moment, I realized that this is exactly what we were missing in our own sex life. We were missing that carnal, intense, uninhibited pleasure that we were enjoying right that moment.

Delilah giggled sensuously as she lowered herself. “It’s my turn to do the licking, I think,” she murmured as she ran her tongue from my nipple all around my areola before lowering herself to lick at my stomach as well. She was so gentle, and her face was so smooth, in stark contrast to the looming form of Matt as he looked over his handiwork. My entire body was glistening with sweat, and my hair, once perfectly put in place, was tousled and knotting. He loved ravaging me and he loved looking at the ravaged body he left behind.

As Delilah slowly worked her way right back up to the other nipple, I moaned in pleasure. I could feel myself getting primed for another round already. My clit was twitching to attention, and my pussy ached to be filled again. I wanted this—I wanted to be dominated and controlled.

Matt watched as Delilah played with me. He watched the young woman’s perfect figure move to straddle me, placing her clit against mine before rubbing. He watched as I gasped at the sudden shift and as my back begin to arch. His own cock was already hard and ready for round two, and he rubbed it slowly to keep his hands busy as Delilah’s danced all over my skin. She was everywhere as she touched me; her hands never lingered too long in any place as she rode me, watching me. I felt myself getting wetter and more eager to continue playing the more that she rode me. I felt myself vying for her, and my own hips thrust upwards to meet her.

“No,” Matt said.

I looked at him in surprise. No, what? He answered my silent question almost immediately.

“Don’t move, or I’ll have to tie you up.”

I was shocked at what he said, but it only made me hotter. It only made me want to move to make him do it, but I found myself obeying. I didn’t move as Delilah continued to ride me. I fought the urge to move, and she seemed to take it as a challenge to make me fail. She removed herself from me and lowered herself down to lick my slit, tasting the amalgamation of our juices that coated me as she did. Her tongue penetrated into me, and I gasped, but still managed to avoid moving. She licked me harder and harder, quickly taking the vibrator and turning it on as well, placing it against my clit. Her other free hand squeezed my ass, her nails digging into my skin just enough to pleasantly sting as she did so.

“Mmm...” I heard myself moan, and I looked at Matt in the eyes. He admired the work that was being done above me before lowering himself down. He took Delilah in front of him, positioned her just right, and thrust into her. The motion pushed her deeper into me and I could hear her gasp as he took her. I looked up and saw them fucking. He pulled her hair back, just as he had pulled mine, exposing a neck that he leaned down to nibble on before he sucked deeply onto it. I could hear the slurps as he sucked on her neck, marking her. I took a moment to catch my breath and reached down for the vibrator.

“Don’t move,” he repeated as he pulled Delilah back and fucked her harder. I obliged and sat there, watching him thrust his cock deeper into her, watching his balls bouncing and watching the ripples in his thighs as he held himself up and balanced them both. He was on his knees, as was she, her back arched so that he could reach her chest and her neck all at once. She moaned, eyes closed as she enjoyed the moment, and Matt maintained perfect eye contact with me as he took the vibrator that I had tried to use, turned it on, put it in place on Delilah, and finished the job.

Her head was thrown back in pleasure, mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut. I could see her thighs tighten and contract as she came, and as soon as she was done, Matt let her go, shifting right back over to me without missing a beat or breaking eye contact.

“Don’t move,” he reaffirmed one last time as he watched me. “And you don’t cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathed, watching him. My legs were quivering on their own, aching for his touch, and as soon as he spread my legs himself, I felt my breathing quicken almost immediately. I didn’t move, and he thrust into me with abandon. He did not look away as he continued.

Before long, he yanked me up. “Turn around,” he commanded, and I did so immediately. He pulled me into that same position to take me from behind, and got in deeply, pushing and thrusting as hard as he could into me. He pulled my hair and bit at my ear as he did so. I felt my breath gasping and felt his hands around my throat, not hard enough to completely cut off breathing, but just enough to put some pressure down as his cock reached deeper than ever before into me.

He grunted as he thrust, quicker and quicker, his shaft pulling out all but the tip of his head before thrusting it back in. “You’re mine,” he whispered into my ear gruffly as the pressure on my neck suddenly loosened. I had completely forgotten all about Delilah at this point, and quite frankly, I didn’t care whether she was there or not. Matt shoved me down on the bed, slapping my ass with actual force behind it, so hard that I yelped, but that yelp of pain very quickly became a moan of pleasure as he buried his cock in me again, all the way to the balls. At this angle, they slapped against my clit just right, and he slammed into me, quicker and quicker.

“Cum for me now, or not at all,” he told me suddenly, and he didn’t have to say anything twice. As he buried his load in me, I felt myself clench all around him. I felt each thrust as he came before collapsing against me in a sweaty, exhausted heap. He pulled himself out of me and looked me over. My ass was red from the slaps, and my hair had gotten even worse. Delilah had apparently taken her leave while we were in the throes of abandon, but I was pretty sure she looked almost as disheveled as I did. I sighed, thoroughly fucked, thoroughly satisfied, and thoroughly ready for a nap.

“So, when’s the next time?” Matt practically purred, running a hand up and down my arm, watching as I shivered in response. All I could do was laugh in response.

Clara’s Experiment

Clara has never known what she wanted out of life. She was never very satisfied, and even though she always tried to enjoy herself, she decided that she wanted to try something new—she wanted to be dominated, and she wanted to do it with someone that she would never have to see again. Armed with the power of the internet, she finds someone to dominate her and goes for a night that she will never forget, meeting sexy, alluring Anthony in the penthouse suite of a hotel for a night of dark passion and submission that introduces her to a lifestyle she’s  not likely to forget anytime soon.

I looked down at my phone and saw an unbelievingly handsome face looking back at me. It was the profile for the man that I was heading to meet that evening, and I felt a pit of apprehension in my stomach.  He looked like he was... Well, experienced, and it made me nervous. I had spent the night prior looking into doms online. It turns out; there are dating apps just like that. I’d never tried anything like that before, but a quick one-night stand seemed like an ample opportunity to get to know whether I’d like it or not.

The man’s face was very serious. His skin was tanned, but not dark, and his gaze, intense. His profile picture showed that he meant business, I noted—it was that of someone who knew what he wanted and was not willing to let anyone else prevent him from getting that, and that was exactly what I wanted. I was curious, vaguely, about the sub life, but had never had the guts, or the opportunity, to experiment with it myself. That was, until that night.