Simply Smut E-Book

Guy New York

• Herausgeber: QNY
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Simply Smut is just that: a collection of terribly filthy and deliciously erotic stories from Quickies in New York. 

There are forty-five stories (around 25,000 words) in the collection, and they range from threesomes, to anal, to fountains, parks, rooftops, orgies, and even a few very tender moments. The stories are all first person, from male and female points of view, and along with the illicit details come hints of emotional introspection and connection. 

If you like your smut mixed with a hint of humor, a dose of wit, and just a little bit of smarts, then this is for you. If you also enjoy a little bondage, some hot bi scenes, a touch of cheating, and some well endowed men, then this is really for you.

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SIMPLY SMUT

The Dirtiest Stories from Quickies in New York

Guy New York

QNY

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Copyright © 2017 by Guy New York

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ISBN: 9781508068181

TABLE OF CONTENTS

EX ON THE TRAIN AT 4AM

CALL ME

MY SECRETARY

CRAIG’S LIST

THE LAST NIGHT ON THE ROOF

LOSING MORE THAN A GAME OF POOL

GOOD MORNING

FUCKED ON THE DANCE FLOOR

A NICE GIRL AND A HUGE COCK

HE’LL NEVER KNOW

IT’S ONLY YOU

TENANT MUST REMAIN CLEANLY SHAVED

SOAKING WET AT 2:30 AM IN WASHINGTON SQUARE

IS THIS THING WORKING?

COCKSUCKING 101

OBEY

IT WAS ALMOST ENOUGH

JUST A KISS

BOYFRIEND 101

ASS FUCKING SEASON AGAIN

THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER

FLEET WEEK IN NYC

I CAN. YOU CAN’T.

YOU’RE FROM PORTLAND

FUCK ME IN EARNEST

WHAT ARE MY CHOICES?

THE MAGIC NUMBER

DO YOU THINK ANYONE WOULD NOTICE?

SUMMER FRIDAYS

JUST HOW TO TOUCH

ANYTHING IN AN ALLEY

MR. HANDSOME

THIRTEEN INCHES OF SNOW

A WALK IN THE PARK

HAPPY NEW YEAR, YOU LITTLE SLUT

THE EDGE OF COMING

WHERE DID HE END?

CENTRAL PARK IN THE RAIN

HIS LITTLE TOY

JUST A COCK

I DIDN’T BOTHER WITH HER DRESS

A NAKED GIRL AND A LINEN SUIT

A BLIND TEST

LESS THAN COLD HEARTED

FIXED GEAR AND NO CONDOMS

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EX ON THE TRAIN AT 4AM

~

I’M STUCK AT A DYING party with no one to talk to and a missing g-string. The street is hot and the subway is hotter but at least by now it’s nearly empty. There are only two other people on the train, and I sit down directly across from one of them before I realize it’s my ex-boyfriend.

Shivers. Where those good or bad?

He’s looking at me with that grin of his and I want to slap him. And kiss him. God, I must be drunk.

He doesn’t say anything, but he looks me up and down trying to remember what I look like under these clothes. Eye contact lasts as he gets up and moves towards me. He still hasn’t said a word, and my body is doing things it shouldn’t. His hand grabs the railing above my head and he looks down at me with that grin. When I finally look away, my eyes move down and lock onto his zipper. I know it’s under there. I remember. I remember far too well for being this close to him at 4am on a subway when I’ve been drinking.

My hands are on his hips, sliding up under his tee shirt to his hard flat stomach. One hand pushes hair away from my face. One of my hands is pressing against his cock through his jeans and I can tell he likes it.

He’s sitting now, and I’m on his lap. The train is moving fast and the old man in the corner is watching us.

I don’t know whose hands unzipped his jeans, and I don’t know who guided him into me, but I do know it was me who kissed him so hard I almost drew blood. His hands slid up under my skirt, gripped my ass tightly and pulled me down around him until I could feel his pelvic bone against my clit.

I’m screaming into his mouth as I fuck him, and I barely notice that the train has stopped. It’s only another couple stumbling onto the train, totally unaware of us as they kiss against the door.

As we start moving again, he’s thrusting into me with the same rhythm as the train, and I’m remembering every single time we fucked. His hands are around me, I’m pushing onto him, sucking his lip into my mouth, and I can’t believe that I’m about to come.

I bury my mouth in his neck, moaning into his skin as his fingers slide up between my thighs from behind. Oh god, I think to myself. He remembers.

Just as I begin to bite into his neck, one finger pushes gently into my ass and I’m coming like I always used to. My body is shaking, my breath is short, and I know there are scratches on his shoulders.

When my breath slows down I can tell he’s still hard inside me. He could always wait as long as he wanted. He could take me home, fuck me all night, and then fuck me again after breakfast.

The train stops at the next station. He’s kissing my neck, and holding me, whispering things into my ear about what else he wants to do before the sun comes up.

Before I know it, I’m sliding out the door just as it’s closing. The look of surprise hasn’t even registered on his face as he sits there with his big cock sticking out of his jeans.

“Thanks,” I say, as I blow him a kiss and walk up the stairs into the early morning.

CALL ME

~

MY GIRLFRIEND AND I HAD a secret code to play out one of my longstanding fantasies. It was the sort of thing we talked about late at night, but would never happen. Which is why when my phone beeped, and I saw the message, my stomach dropped and my cock was hard within seconds.

“Call Me.”

It was the phrase. It was what she would write if she were going to do it.

I stumbled out of Doc Holidays Bar and onto the street. I plugged the earphones into my iPhone and bummed a smoke. As the phone began to ring I was more nervous than I had ever been.

“Hello,” she said. Her voice was quiet and her breath was quick.

“Are you...” I couldn’t finish it.

“Yes,” she whispered, and I took a long drag off my cigarette.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“On his bed. Do you want to know more?”

“Yes,” was all I could say.

“He’s on his back on the bed. I’m on top of him and he’s...” she paused for a second, not sure if she should continue.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“He’s inside me,” she said with a slow moan and I almost came right then. “He’s looking up at me as he fucks me and he feels so good. His hand is on my ass and he’s squeezing me as I push down onto him.” She was quiet for a moment and then she said, “Tell me what to do.”

I took another drag and leaned back against the wall. My mind was reeling and I was somewhere between misery and exaltation.

“Climb off him.” I waited for her to say she had and then continued. “Lie down on your back and open your legs.” She told me she had and I could hear her breathing get faster with each second. “I want you to put the phone down next to you when I’m ready and then do just what I say. Once I say the word I won’t talk to you again until tomorrow. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Reach one hand down between your legs and open your cunt for him. I want to hear you beg him to fuck you. Beg and beg until he does and then I want to hear you come. I want to hear him fuck you as you scream and beg and moan and shake beneath him. Do you understand?”

Her response was fainter as if the phone was away from her mouth and then I could tell she was talking to him.

“Please,” she moaned with an urgency I had heard so many times. “Please fuck me. I need to feel that big cock inside me. Please, make me come. Make me come so hard like you did this morning.”

I closed my eyes and I couldn’t turn off the phone. This morning?

I could hear her beg and I could hear the change in her voice when he entered her. Her voice turned deep and rich as she begged and screamed, and I could hear his groans mingle with hers. I could hear their bodies hard against each other and the phone tossing on the bed. It was only moments later that she began to scream, and I knew her body was shaking beneath him and clenching around his cock like she always did with mine.

Through the entire thing she never stopped begging, she never stopped calling his name, and she never stopped telling him how good he felt inside her. She came hard and loud and at the very last moment she said something just for me.

“Oh God, I love you,” she said as I clicked off the phone.

MY SECRETARY

~

“WOULD YOU PLEASE COME IN here for a moment,” I said to my secretary over the intercom. Seconds later she walked in my door and stood in front of my desk with her hands folded.

“Close the door please.” She walked over and closed it, then returned to my desk.

“Take off your underwear.” She reached up under her skirt and slid a pair of red boy-shorts down her legs and into a waiting hand. She reached out and dropped them on my desk. I got up slowly and walked behind her asking her to place her hands on the hard wooden surface. She leaned forward with her legs spread ever so slightly apart.

“Tell me Sarah,” I asked, “when was the last time you were fucked?”

“Last night sir,” she replied.

“Who was it?”

“My downstairs neighbor,” she answered without explaining more.

“Where did he fuck you?”

“In my pussy.”

“Which room did he fuck you in,” I said slightly annoyed at her intentional misunderstanding.

“On the couch in his living room sir.”

“And where was your boyfriend?” This time she paused for a moment as if to catch her breath.

“He was at work, sir.”

My hand slid up the back of her thighs, over the soft curve of her ass feeling her skin beneath my palm. I lifted the hem of her skirt up and rested it on the small of her back.

“Was this the first time he fucked you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. I rubbed her ass gently with the back of my hand, and then slowly pressed two fingers against her back. My nails were towards her skin as my fingers slid downwards between her cheeks. They pressed gently against her as they slid down, until they were resting against the soft lips of her cunt.

“Did you come?” I asked quietly.

“No, sir,” she said. I didn’t move my fingers, and I could feel her wiggle a bit against them.

“Do you want to come now?” I asked.

“Yes sir.”

“What would make you come?”

“If you fucked me.”

“Is that all?”

“No,” she whispered.

“What else?”

“I have to call him. I have to call him and tell him.”

“Call who, and tell him what?” I asked as I pressed slightly harder against her, pushing my fingers into her warm folds.

“Call my boyfriend,” she whispered. “Call him and tell him about last night.” I slowly extended my fingers, pushing them backwards into her, until they were buried inside her to where they met my palm. She picked up her phone as I began to work them in and out of her, feeling her insides with the tips of my fingers.

“Call him,” I said.

“Hi baby,” she whispered into the phone when he answered.

“Are you in your office? Yeah? Can you close the door for a minute?” Her voice was calm and collected, even as I moved in and out of her faster and faster.

“I need to talk to you about something for a minute. It’s about last night. You were working late, and when I went down to pick up our laundry the new guy from downstairs was there. Yes. Something did happen.”

I pulled my fingers out of her and moved so I was directly behind her.

“We just talked in the laundry room, but then he asked me over for a drink, and I don’t know baby, I just went. It wasn’t a big deal, but then we were sitting on his couch and he was kissing me.”

My pants were undone and I was pressing my hard cock against her.

“I know baby. I do love you, but it just happened.” There was a pause, and I pushed gently against her still careful not to enter her.

“Yes,” she said, in answer to a question I couldn’t hear. Then yes again.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked. “I sucked his cock on the couch. I knelt on the floor in front of him and sucked him.” There was a long pause, and I was having trouble staying still.

“Yes, baby,” she finally said in a sort of moan mixed with tears. “I did. I let him fuck me.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, I thrust inside her. She pushed back onto me as she continued to whimper into the phone.

“No baby,” she said, “I didn’t come. You know I didn’t come, baby.” She leaned down further over the desk, resting her head on one arm as the other reached between her legs.

“Only you make me come,” she said, letting out a sigh and a moan. “Yes baby, only you.”

I was now fucking her as hard as I could and she wasn’t even pretending to be calm. She was moaning and whispering into the phone, and pushing back against my cock as her fingers rubbed her clit. She continued moaning as I continued fucking her, until finally she was just whispering, “I’m sorry” over and over again into the phone as she came and came on my hard cock.

When she finally caught her breath, I tucked myself back in and zipped up my pants.

“Can we talk about it tonight?” she asked into the phone. “I love you too. So much.”

I placed her skirt back down over her ass and walked around to the front of my desk. She looked up at me, still holding herself up with her hands. She leaned in further and kissed me gently.

“That’ll be all, Sarah.”

CRAIG’S LIST

~

THEY HAD BEEN MARRIED FOR six days, eight hours, and seven minutes when I first sucked his cock.

It was exactly like mine. I don’t mean that it was almost like mine either. I mean it was exactly like mine. It was hard and soft and curved slightly towards his stomach; the head was perfectly formed with just the right amount of skin beneath it. My fingers wrapped around it, my lips encircled it, and it tasted like he smelled: salty air and the ocean in fall.

I had answered his Craigslist ad: suck my cock while my wife watches.

I was hesitant at first. Was this all her idea and he was just trying to make her happy? Was he hiding something, and this was his way of telling her? Was I going to end up getting thrown out in the middle because someone couldn’t handle it?

I forgot every little doubt that went through my mind when I saw the look in his eye as I knelt in front of him on their bedroom floor. She sat behind me in a chair, and I don’t even remember what she looked like or what she was wearing.

He wouldn’t let me look away as I undid his jeans, and he ran his fingers through my hair with half a grin on his face. He closed his eyes for a second when I touched him, and his fingers tightened in my hair when I wrapped my hand around him.

I pushed him up onto the bed as I pulled his jeans down off his hips and threw them onto the floor. He still watched me as I slid up his body, my hand wrapped around him, and my mouth open as I searched him out. He moaned when my lips touched him, and when I encircled him completely he swore in deep whispers.

I could hear sounds behind me as she did whatever a wife does while watching her husband get blown by a stranger, and I sucked him into my mouth until my lips were buried against his body and I could barely breathe. My hands were on his hard stomach, and his were gripping the sheets next to me. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid him out of my throat, feeling every inch of his hardness slide between my wet lips, until finally his head was in my mouth and my tongue swirled in circles.

He was groaning now, and grabbing my hair trying to push me onto him. I gave in gently, taking him slowly in and out of my mouth, licking his length, and sucking him for all I was worth.

There were three sets of moans in the room as I worked faster and faster on him. I slid my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked him, pushing down against the base of his cock every time he was buried all the way inside me. He was almost screaming now, telling me how good it felt and how hard he was going to come. I sucked harder, frantically trying to give him what he wanted. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth, his entire body trembling beneath me and it only made me want him more.

I could hear his wife moaning behind me and whispering for him to come as I sucked him, and suddenly he was shaking and trembling and grabbing my hair. He pulled me down onto him, holding me against his body as he began to explode in my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks, dug my fingers into his thighs, and swallowed every last bit that I could as he shook beneath me.

I don’t remember much after the fact. He was sweet and kind before I left. She stayed in the bedroom as he made me a cup of coffee. We chatted in his tiny kitchen with his hand on my arm. Just as I was getting ready to go, he brushed my hair back and leaned into me.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and then he kissed me. It was soft, and strong and kind and grateful, and I don’t need to remember anything else.

THE LAST NIGHT ON THE ROOF

~

Tonight we decided to fuck before we went out.

We went back and forth about where to meet up, but in the end we both knew it would be the roof. It’s just warm enough out, and we’re preparing for what’s to come. We’re preparing for the cold wind and the warm fires, and we’re preparing for the inevitable pressure to fall in love with our one-night stands. It happens each winter, and there’s nothing to do but expect it.

The roof was empty because it should have been cold out. We were both dressed for dive bars rather than dance clubs, but neither one of us paid much attention to our clothes. All we cared about was one last chance to fuck in the open air and not worry about frostbite.

We stood for a moment as we looked out over the city and for a minute I thought it might not happen. I thought the warm air and view might be enough, but when I wrapped my arms around her it was a different story. She was familiar and new at the same time and it felt like my hands on her hips were completely connected to the amount of blood in my cock. She barely pushed against me before she laughed and it didn’t bother me in the slightest.

She reached a hand in through my open zipper and I kissed the back of her neck. I undid the buttons of her jeans and slid my fingers in between her folds as she squeezed me so hard that I screamed.

The only way to fuck on a rooftop is over the railing and she knew it before I said a word. She wiggled her jeans down around her knees and leaned forward before I could undo my belt. She waited like a saint, looking down over the streets below, and I watched from far away as I slipped in between her thighs. I grunted and she moaned, and the city dissolved around us as we fucked high above it.

Fucking her from behind sometimes feel solitary, and tonight was no different. Her face was hidden from me, and all I could see was my cock moving inside her and the slow movement of her hips as she thrusts back against me. She felt delicate and powerful all at the same time, and every subtle change in position was a completely new sensation.

We both knew we couldn’t come that way, and for a while it didn’t matter. It wasn’t until she told me what she wanted that we decided to move. We were both far enough gone that worry was less important than lust, and when she said she needed to come, I pushed her down onto her back on the black tar roof. I lifted her knees up, pushed them together, and pressed back inside her to our mutual moans of pleasure. I tore at her jeans as I fucked her, and she kicked her shoes off into the darkness.

It wasn’t until her legs could finally open all the way, and I could press down fully against her body, that we came. It wasn’t until she reached a hand between her legs and I bit her lip that we came. It wasn’t until she called me a name I can’t repeat, and I told her to be a good little girl that we came. It wasn’t until the door opened behind us, and she screamed into the night sky that we came.

It was the last warm night until April, and we both knew it as we shook around each other and soaked one another’s bodies. We kissed and we smiled, and by the time we were dressed the rest of the night seemed completely unimportant.

LOSING MORE THAN A GAME OF POOL

~

“IF YOU LOSE, YOU FUCK on the pool table. In front of everyone.” Pause. “We’ll do the same if it’s us.”

A game of eight ball never went so quickly, and I haven’t lost that badly in two years.

He grinned at us, and a crowd closed in around the table.

“So,” he said, with a smile and his arm around the skinny blonde to his side. “Let’s see some action.”

My boyfriend looked at me, then at the bartender who was leaning back on her heels watching us. Then back at me.

I didn’t think too much as I turned away from the table, lifting my ass up so I was sitting on it. My boy walked in between my legs and leaned down for a nice long kiss. The crowd was screaming as he kissed me deeply, and they were chanting things I don’t want to repeat. I pulled him into me and reached my hand down to his zipper. What the hell, I thought to myself as I slid it down. I reached a hand in, grabbed him firmly and whispered in his ear, “I guess we better do what they say.”

He didn’t need much more convincing and when he reached his hands up under my skirt and pulled my g-string down over my thighs and onto the floor, I didn’t say a thing. He was hard in my hand, and the crowd was so close I could feel them breathing on me, but at that moment I really didn’t care. I had been with this guy for eight weeks, and this was the most effort he had put into the relationship so far.

His fingers dug into my back, he pulled me closer to him, and then suddenly he pushed me down onto the pool table with a strength I didn’t know he had. I stared up at the lights, and someone above me was pulled my shirt up over my head as my boyfriend pushed up my skirt. Two soft girl lips touched my own as he opened his mouth on me, licking me up and down in front of the filthy crowd.

The girl kissed me long hard, and I didn’t care anymore that we were being watched or that I didn’t know who she was. Between breaths, I got out, “fuck me” and in two seconds he was. He felt huge and hard, and I swear I felt every centimeter of his cock as it slid inside me. She didn’t stop kissing me as her hands moved over my breasts, and he was pounding into me like there was no tomorrow. The crowd was chanting at this point, and he was giving them what they wanted, slamming into me, pushing me down against the green felt, as this stranger kissed my lips upside down. She took my bottom lip into her mouth just as he pulled all the way out of me. She teased me as he did the same, working just the head of his cock against my opening, until finally I reached a hand up to her head, pulled her down into a long sweet kiss, and felt him slide all the way into me, stretching me open like I didn’t know was possible.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but I know that at some point she reached a hand down over my stomach and rubbed my clit with fingers wet from our kisses. She rubbed me as he slid in and out of me, and her lips were warm on mine. I started to scream and come and shake, and balls bounced around on the table to the sound of chanting fans.

And that, is how I lost my virginity.

GOOD MORNING

~

I WOKE UP TO A delightful view. She was standing on the balcony in one of my tee shirts looking 26 floors down onto traffic. Her plum-shaped ass peaked out beneath the shirt and her long blond hair spilled over her back like sunlight.

I grabbed the last condom off the bedside table, slipped it into the pocket of my cotton Japanese robe, and walked up behind her. I put my hands on her hips and kissed the top of her head.

“Good morning, you beautiful girl.”

“Good morning, sexy man,” she said as she leaned back and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around her and we looked down onto the quiet morning street below us. 6th Avenue never looked so peaceful as she started to slowly move back and forth against me, teasing my already hard cock as I kissed the back of her neck.

I traced a line down her back with my nails. Her skin was cool to the touch and my hand ran down the length of her thigh and then up again. I slid three fingers between her legs and felt the warmth of her body as I pressed against her smooth soft skin. She moaned slightly, asked me to fuck her, and put both hands on the rail. I had the condom out and on me in seconds, and I held my breath as I began to slide into her. She was ready for me, and I found myself deep inside her as I wrapped my arms around her body.

She turned her head back, kissed me softly and whispered.

“I don’t remember your name,” she said in a soft sweet moan. “Do you remember mine?”

“Yes, Sarah,” I said as I pushed into her as deeply as I could. She moaned again into my mouth. “Would you like me to tell you,” I asked?

“I don’t know.”

“Will you come harder if I don’t tell you?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she turned away from me.

She pushed back onto me and with my hands on her hips I began to fuck her faster and harder. Her arms were almost straight now as she bent over the railing and my fingers were digging into her skin. She leaned in on her left elbow as she reached between her legs with her right hand, and I could feel her fingers against her clit as I fucked her.

She was moaning loudly into the morning air and I was slamming into her as hard as I could. I told her to come for me. I told her to come around my hard cock, and I whispered her name over and over again.

She begged for me to keep fucking her, whispering everything but what she didn’t know. “Please keep fucking me? Please? I love how you feel inside of me.”

I was calling Sarah over and over again and she was almost crying as she struggled with what to do. I could her feel her pushing harder against me, her body trembling and her legs unsteady beneath her.

“Oh, please let me come. Please Sir. Please fuck me.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, as soon as she admitted that she didn’t know who I was, she started to come. I was holding her more than she was holding herself and her body was shaking and her cunt was clenching around me, and I was exploding inside her. I kissed the back of her neck over and over again, and as we stumbled back to the bed we heard the cabs begin to honk again on the street below.

FUCKED ON THE DANCE FLOOR

~

I HAD NEVER BEEN FUCKED on the dance floor, and they offered to help without so much as a wink. Old friends are good to have in our greatest times of need.

I was good and drunk on Manhattans before we got over to the West Side, and the club was no better off. I walked in with two pretty boys on my arms and two condoms tucked into my bra.

The boys were easily distracted by the hips and asses that were pressed so tightly together on the floor, but after an hour I managed to keep them focused on me. I think the long kisses and a hand to the crotch helped, but soon I had both pressed firmly against me. I squeezed my body between them as we moved to the music and in minutes I had two gloriously hard cocks against my body. Their hands moved roughly up and down my skirt and increasingly under it, to smooth bare skin. As I kissed Michael in front of me it occurred to me that he was one of my only friends I hadn’t gotten around to fucking. When he slid a finger inside me I kissed him hard and almost giggled at the excitement.

I reached one hand down and pulled his zipper open as my other fumbled for the condoms in my bra. I handed one behind me and reached down in front with the other. He was rock hard, and I rolled the condom over him as he kissed me on the mouth. I leaned back and kissed Jason on the ear, and I whispered at him to hold me. He put his arms around me and almost lifted me off the ground as I wrapped my legs around my un-fucked friend.

One of use got a hand between our bodies, and I screamed loudly when he slid into me. Jason pushed hard behind me until I was pressed firmly between them with a gloriously large and impeccably hard cock inside me.

The club was so loud that I could scream and moan for all I was worth as the other dancers only smiled or nodded their heads in our direction. I closed my eyes and simply let them fuck me; my body almost limp in their hands. Jason was doing as much work as anyone and it felt like he was using my body as a toy. His cock was pressed hard against me as well and before I could say a thing my feet were on the ground and I was leaning into Michael for another kiss. In moments Jason was inside me from behind, our bodies still smashed together, and I remembered that he was never one to wait.

I don’t know how many times they took turns, but I know that the room began to spin, someone I’d never seen before kissed me slowly, and I didn’t want it to ever end. When Michael finally came his kisses turned soft and sweet, and I was glad he was first. When Jason came the room went black, and I could see nothing. When I came, I screamed louder than the DJ, and I could swear that someone applauded.

When the boys left me to dispose of the evidence I patted down my skirt and walked towards the bar. He was tall and handsome, and when he offered to buy me a drink I smiled and said, “I’ll have a whiskey. Make it a double.”

A NICE GIRL AND A HUGE COCK

~

I WATCHED YOU TAKE HIS huge cock into your mouth as we sat in the dark lounge.

We had sat down next to them on the couch with our drinks in hand. They were whispering quietly to each other and we were doing the same. After a few drinks we noticed her hand rubbing him gently, her nails tracing the outline of his cock through his jeans. When you looked up, you realized she was watching you. He was sitting between the two of you and her eyes moved back and forth between you and her hand.

When she had your attention she reached over his lap towards you. She took your fingers in her hand and placed them directly on the biggest cock you had ever felt. I heard you gasp as you touched him, and I watched her move your hand up and down his shaft.

After only a moment she got up, pulling you around him until you were sitting in her seat. She sat on the ottoman directly in front of us and placed your hand back on his cock. I saw him lean in towards you and whisper something in your ear. You looked up at him, and then slowly undid his zipper. Your mouth opened and a sigh escaped when you reached your hand into his fly and wrapped your hand around his cock as far as it could go.

She leaned in and whispered, “Suck him”. You didn’t need more convincing as you leaned in while pulling him out through his jeans. She pushed your hair up off your face as your mouth opened around him, trying to take him in. Your lips were stretched around him and you gently pushed your mouth down until a few inches of his cock were inside you. Both hands wrapped around him as you sucked, and his fingers ran through your hair.

I leaned back on the couch as I watched you and she climbed onto my lap. My hands slid up her soft thighs under her skirt as she pressed down onto me, her arms wrapped around my neck.

After only a few moments, you looked up at me.

“I want to fuck him,” you said. I didn’t say a word, but she handed you a condom pulled from her purse. Your hands trembled as you opened it. You slid it onto him as you leaned in and kissed him. He touched your face gently as you kissed him and he began pulling you back onto his lap. Your skirt fell down over his thighs as you knelt above him.

With one hand, she lifted up the front of your skirt just enough so we could watch you slide your panties to one side and guide him inside you. You pushed down on just the head of his cock and let out a moan when he entered you. We watched, as with closed eyes, you eased yourself down onto his enormous penis. Your lower lip was between your teeth, and your body was tight as you finally sat down on his lap, his cock completely inside of you.

Her hands had some how opened my zipper and was rubbing me against her. Another condom appeared out of nowhere, and as I watched you move slowly back up his shaft, she buried my own inside her. You were moaning with eyes still closed, and when you finally sat up enough for him to withdraw you let out a whine of protest. With more force you pushed yourself down, taking him all the way inside you again and then you started to shake. You looked up at me with tears in your eyes and told me you had never felt so full. Your words trembled with your body as you moved up and down on his lap, feeling every inch of him slide in and out of your tight cunt.

She sat up on my lap and began rubbing the head of my cock against her ass. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her there, telling me he was too big for her. As I kissed her in approval she slowly worked her way down onto my lap, forcing my cock into the tightest ass I’ve ever felt. She bit into my neck as she worked her ass around me, and she moaned and moaned.

He started to moan as well and he pulled your hips towards him; within seconds you were both coming. He kissed you frantically and your hands tore at his hair and pulled his head into you as you began to shake and come. Watching you set me off as well, and moments later I exploded into her ass, kissing her hard on the mouth until I couldn’t breathe.

Somehow you both stood up gracefully and we managed to make ourselves decent. The two of you stood there in front of us and then slowly leaned in for a long kiss. She whispered something in your ear and handed you a card. You kissed her cheek and collapsed next to me on the couch with your head on my shoulder.

When I looked up a moment later they were gone. I kissed you gently on the forehead and waited for you to catch your breath. I asked you if you enjoyed yourself and you simply collapsed into my lap with the biggest grin I had ever seen.

Let’s do it again,” was all you said.

HE’LL NEVER KNOW

~

My twin sister Sasha stumbled into my room in a sick drunken whirl.

“Marc is here and I’m so drunk I have to puke will you fuck him for me?” she spilled out as she stumbled to the bathroom. She had been dating Marc for three months and I’d had a crush on him since day one. I walked to the bathroom door and asked if she was serious.

“Yes! I told him I would, but I feel like shit. Please, please do this for me? Just take off your shirt and go back in. He’ll never know it’s you.”

She had woken me up from a dream that left me more than wet, and so I didn’t think too much as I pulled my shirt off over my head and walked into the living room in just my panties.

“You ok?” he asked as I climbed onto his lap on the couch.

“Just tipsy,” I whispered as I kissed him deep on the lips. His arms were around me in seconds, and I moaned as I felt him harden through his jeans. His head was smooth and soft and I pulled him into my kiss as I ground my cunt down against his cock.

He leaned me back with his strong arms around me, and he kissed down my chin to my neck and then my breasts. He took one nipple in his teeth as he twisted the other between his fingers, and I almost came right then. I grabbed at his shirt, and pulled it up over his head revealing the most amazingly perfect abs I had ever seen: hard and defined, and the most glorious rich brown skin that was almost as dark as my own.

In moments, his jeans and my panties were on the floor and he had me pulled up over him so he could kiss my stomach. His fingers worked inside of me as I pressed my hands against the wall, and when his mouth opened on me I screamed. His lips were soft, his tongue was warm, and his fingers were magic as his mouth worked over my clit with joyful dedication.

I begged him to fuck me, and in moments he was. He pulled me down hard into his lap, and his big hard cock was inside me before I could catch my breath. He hit every nerve in my body as he slid into me, and I started to come instantly. His cock touched me in places I didn’t know I had, and his arms pulled me to him as he kissed me over and over again. I moaned and screamed and kissed him back as I began to shake and clench around him.

As my body slowly relaxed I began to move up and down, rocking my hips over that cock, feeling it slide in and out of me sending shivers through my body each time. I kept staring into his jet black eyes as he fucked me, and at moments I thought I might cry.

We fucked for a long time and when he laid me down on my back and fucked me slowly and deeply I didn’t want it to ever end. He came hard and his voice shook as he exploded inside me. I held him close like a child.

We lay there for a long time before he said anything. He was behind me, and kissed the back of my neck as he whispered to me.

“Is Sasha OK?”

I could only smile when he asked and lean back to kiss him again.

“How did you know it was me?” I finally asked.

“It was easy,” he said. “You’re the one who loves me.”

IT’S ONLY YOU

~

“YOU LIKED HER,” YOU WHISPERED in my ear as you pushed me down onto the bed.

“She was ok,” I said as I pulled you to me.

“Are you saying you didn’t want to kiss her?”

I couldn’t respond and you covered my eyes and kissed me deeply. You were sitting on my lap now with your fingers in my hair, and your thighs wrapped tightly around my waist.

“What would you do to her?” you whispered as you slid hands under my shirt.

“I’d pull that stupid dress off over her head and kiss those amazing tits,” I blurted out over my better judgment.

“Close your eyes,” was all that you said. Moments later, as I slid my hands up your body, I felt soft skin beneath my fingers. Your shirt and bra were gone and you pulled my mouth between your breasts.

“Bite her nipples for me,” you whispered as you pulled me to you. I opened my mouth and pictured her in front of me. Her breasts were perfect as I took a nipple between my teeth and heard her moan out in protest.

It wasn’t long before you pushed me back onto the bed and undid my jeans with one hand. My eyes were still closed as you told me to beg her. You told me to beg her to suck my cock and in moments I was screaming out her name. I begged and I begged, saying her name over and over again until you took me deep into your mouth, sucking me just as I liked it.

I was in a frenzy as I forgot where I was, and for long moments at a time I believed it was her mouth wrapped around me. I thought it was her bitter and angry mouth sucking me, and it was her sarcastic twisted hands wrapped around me. I could feel her pouting lips and her lying tongue moving over me, and soon I was exploding into her conniving throat and promising to love her forever.

When later, we lay on the bed next to each other you asked if I would really do any of that to her. Would I really beg her? Would I really fuck her like that? Would I slap her and hold her down, and would I stay so hard for her that we lost track of time?

“It’s only you,” I whispered in your ear. “It’s only you.”

TENANT MUST REMAIN CLEANLY SHAVED

~

I WAS LIVING THERE FOR three months when I got the note. It was a good arrangement where I had a free room in an amazing brownstone in the West Village. Our deal was simple: I had a free room in a gorgeous apartment as long as I wore nothing when I was home.

The couple that owned the brownstone was friendly, polite, and generally kept their hands to themselves. I sometimes had a drink with them in the evening, or coffee in the morning, and as a poor NYU student it was somewhat ideal. Mostly we just watched movies on the couch: I would sit between them and we’d laugh or cry and I would sometimes forget that I had nothing on.

The note changed things significantly. It was fairly straightforward, but I read it five times over to make sure I understood it.

Sarah, if you’d like to earn $1000 in pocket money tonight, please join us for martinis on the second floor. You will not be expected to have sex with us. Just our guest. We completely understand if you’re not interested.

p.s. You will be expected to serve.

It was the final words that had me most nervous. And wet.

I had been planning on going out that night, with the hopes of getting drunk and laid, so staying home for the same thing seemed like a decent plan. Fuck it, I was terrified and turned all at the same time. It was a strange combination.

I was nervous when I hopped in the shower, soaped up, washed my hair, and shaved. I shaved as required by my lease: smooth below the neck. I put on light makeup, my best heels, took a deep breath and walked down the stairs to the living room.

My landlords, Mark and Ariana, greeted me with a martini and a smile. We chatted about nothing in particular under the doorbell rang.

“Answer the door please,” Mark said.

I took a deep breath as I walked across the room. I unlocked the door, and slowly opened it. He handed me his jacket and walked in without so much as hello. He was impeccably well dressed and fairly attractive, but he barely seemed to notice that I was standing there dressed only in heels.

The three of them chatted, and I served him a martini, which he took without saying a word. He knocked back the entire thing in one gulp and suddenly turned to me.

“So,” he said to my landlords. “What can I do with her?”

“You know the rules,” Ariana said. “You can do what you like so long as you don’t leave this room. And you can’t leave marks.”

Whatever he likes? Oh shit, I thought to myself. What I had I gotten into?

He looked at me for a long time before he reached a hand out to touch my cheek. His touch was light and his fingers were warm. He traced the lines of my chin and then ran his fingers down my neck to my breasts. He brushed my nipples lightly with the back of his fingers and I was trembling. His hand moved down to my stomach and her grasped one of my thighs firmly. Still looking into my eyes he reached two fingers between my thighs and slid them easily inside my soaking wet cunt. I saw him tremble for a moment before he pulled his hand away.

He turned to Ariana. “Have her suck my cock, please.”

She walked over to me and gently pushed me down to my knees on the floor. Her voice was firm and commanding and completely exciting.

“Take out his cock and suck if for us.” I looked up at her for a moment and quietly whispered “for us” over and over again in my mind.

I opened his belt, his button and zipper, and pulled out a deliciously thick cock. He was mostly hard, but when I took him between my lips he jumped to full attention. I kissed him and circled the head with my tongue before I sucked him deep into my mouth. I felt someone’s hand pushing my hair out of the way and realized it was Mark. I looked up at him for a moment and then sucked as much of their guest as I could into my mouth and throat.

I only had him in my mouth for a few minutes before he told them to put me on the couch. I sat between them and this time he knelt between my thighs. His fingers were inside me and I grasped Mark’s hand to hold myself steady. He kissed all around me, his tongue caressing my smooth skin. He kissed my thighs and pushed them open so wide that I blushed. When he opened his mouth on me and pressed hard against my clit I almost came. When he circled me with his tongue and worked his fingers inside me, I did.

When he finally pulled away, he told Ariana he was ready. He stood as she rolled a condom down over him then he lay me down so my head was resting on Mark’s lap and he climbed between my legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against me, and I tried to push down against him. His eyes were riveted on my cunt as he pressed against me, and I think he almost came as he watched his cock slide inside me.

He was gentle for a while and he kissed me for the first time. He played with my hair as he slid slowly in and out of me, and he caressed my breasts with affection and wonder. He was almost painfully slow until I begged him to fuck me harder. His eyes changed as if he remembered where he was, and he leaned up on his arms. He pulled me to him and began to slam into me hard and fast.

He didn’t last long once he stared. I squeezed his thick cock with every muscle I had, and kept begging louder and louder. Ariana was kneeling next to him and encouraging him almost as much as I was. Mark lay still, cradling my head in his lap, my cheek pressed firmly against his confined erection.

When he was finished he didn’t take much time. He stood and refastened his pants. He downed another martini and kissed me on the cheek as if he hadn’t just fucked me. He thanked them both and walked out the door into the warm night air.

I was still lying on the couch with Mark when Ariana lifted my legs and sat down as well. She pulled a light blanket over my body and kissed me gently on the cheek.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” she asked.

SOAKING WET AT 2:30 AM IN WASHINGTON SQUARE

~

WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK WAS PRETTY empty at 2:30 in the morning, and we were so hot and drunk that the fountain called to us as we unknowingly stumbled towards a future ‘text from last night’.

She kicked off her shoes as she climbed over the fountain’s edge, and she didn’t stop until she stood beneath the water letting it soak through her thin summer dress. I didn’t make it past the stone steps before I collapsed onto my ass with my toes in the water. Moments later she was hugging me and telling me how much she loved me as she climbed down into my lap, soaking me in the process.

When I kissed her she tasted of beer and Burt’s Bees, and I was shocked to find myself getting aroused. She groaned as she felt me harden beneath her and she lifted her wet dress up around her hips.

“You should fuck me,” she whimpered into my ear between nibbles and kisses. “It’s nice and cool here, and you’re hard and I’m drunk, and have I told you that I love you?”

I kissed her again as I undid my jeans. I pulled her to me and lifted her just enough to slide her panties aside and feel her wet cunt devour me in one bite. We both squealed as I dropped her back onto my lap, and I kissed her neck as I found a nipple between two fingers. Her breasts showed clearly through the thin wet fabric and her nails dug into my scalp as I twisted her nipple hard to one side.

“I love fucking you,” I moaned as I pulled her body against mine and she told me she knew over and over again as we rocked there on the fountain steps. For a fleeting moment I remembered where we were, but I pushed it to the back of my mind as I laid her down on her back and fucked her for all I was worth.

The water splashed over us, and I could see movement out of the corner of my eyes, but all I could feel was the muscles between her legs as I slide my cock in and out of her. Her hand slid between our bodies as I ground my pelvic bone against her clit, and I twisted my hips until pleasure and pain rocked through me. I looked down into her eyes as she began to come against her fingers and my body, and I kissed those perfect lips until my mouth was sore and my muscles exhausted.

We untangled eventually and rearranged our soaking clothes as best we could. I held her there as we lay back on the steps and we smiled at the few onlookers sitting on the perimeter of the fountain.

“I’m totally going to blog about this,” she whispered as she kissed me on the neck.

IS THIS THING WORKING?

~

MY BOSS CALLED ME ON the intercom to tell me not to disturb him during his 4pm. Sure thing, I said before clicking off the phone. Click. Click. Shit. I could still hear him. He did this all the time, and I would have to go into his office to show him how to turn off the damn thing.

“So you little slut, what do you want me to do to you today?” I heard him whisper over the line.

Well then. So much for walking into his office and hitting buttons. I looked across my cubicle to Eric and waved him over with a finger to my lips. He looked slightly confused but wheeled his chair over and leaned in when I pointed to the phone.

“I want to feel the sting of your hand on my ass,” replied the second voice over the intercom. We were both huddled over the phone now as we listened in.

“It’ll be too loud. They’ll hear us outside.”

“Fine, then. I can go. I’m sure one of my other accounts can give me what I need.”

There was a long pause.

“Come around to this side and put your elbows on the desk in front of me.”

Everything was silent for a moment and we looked at each other with a shrug. Finally we heard a faint moan and a whisper.

“You’re soaking wet, and I’ve barely touched you. I think you do need to be punished, you little whore.”

We could hear her whimper over the faint rustling of clothes. He quietly told her to count to three and we could hear her voice crack as she began to count. When she reached three we heard a loud slap through the intercom and the solid oak door. She let out a muffled cry before the second slap rang through the office. It was quiet for a few moments and then we heard another series of three hard smacks, each one followed by a failed attempt at keeping quiet from the young lady bent over his desk.

“Please,” she moaned right into the intercom this time. “Please fuck me now. I’ve been a good girl, I promise.”

She sighed a few times and moaned loudly before I realized that my hand was on Eric’s thigh right next to a delightful bulge in his slacks. He was sitting so close to me I could feel his breath, and I put his hand on a bare thigh under my dress. His fingers dug in deeply just as she began to beg him to stop teasing. By the time we heard their bodies slapping together and his voice praising her “tight little cunt” my hand was on Eric’s hard cock and he had two fingers buried inside me under my desk.

“Oh please fuck me harder,” she whispered into the phone. “I want my husband to find my ass bruised and red, and my cunt still swollen from your cock. Please, hit me harder.”

He must have stopped caring about anything, because his next few slaps were so loud I thought the entire office would be lining up outside his door. She was screaming now, and I turned down the volume on my phone with my free hand.

I was getting close to coming myself, and when Eric slid my hand through his open fly I had to choke back a sigh of my own. I ran my hand up and down his hard cock as he pressed his fingers inside me, and the voices over the intercom grew more and more animal.

I don’t know who came first, but it may have been the first time in the history of the world that four people came at exactly the same time. I clenched around Eric’s fingers, he drenched my hand, and she screamed out something about how his pulsing cock was making her come too.