Harry Marx sat at the foot of the stairs as drunk as he’d been in a while. Drunk enough to be there, drunk enough to have agreed, drunk enough to be led here to the bottom of Tom’s staircase at midnight, led here by the pair of damp knickers that still sat in his jacket pocket, scrunched and fragrant and feeding the coals of his banked-up lust. Lust for Felicity, his boss’s hot fucking wife.

This had been building for a while. In the kitchen, Felicity held a full glass of water and leaned against the cool edge of the sink, feeling the countertop bite into her belly, the sharp edges hard against the crests of her pelvis. She looked at her reflection in the window and drained the glass. Tom had been away for most of the month, and Felicity had been very good. She’d stuck with her toys and her own fast fingers, stuck with strangled conversations mobile to mobile, the thing nestled in her pillows while she tugged and thrust and shared her needs with her absent, similarly gasping husband, as she masturbated herself into oblivion.

Tom, you terrible slut, she thought. I was a good girl once, but then you told me that I needn’t be. Felicity remembered Tom watching her watching Harry at the beach. That dumb summer barbecue, enlivened by Harry’s trunks. She’d been letting her idle mind – a little buzzed by cheap prosecco – drift over Harry’s tan torso under his Tommy Bahama shirt, and had felt her mouth open slightly when she noticed the length of him, the easy movement of his half-curled cock in sea-damp black. She wanted suddenly to be in the surf with him, naked as a seal. And then Tom laughed in her ear and said:
“Quite something isn’t he?”

For half a year or more, Harry had been in their bed. It was Tom, at first. The whispered fantasies of couples fucking with another man. Harry’s hands under her dress, tracing her outlines through a whisper of tights. Her hands in his flies in a stock cupboard. Harry’s cock in her mouth, Harry’s come spilling down her shaking legs. At a wedding, they went to, after hours at a conference, on the back stairs at work. She had to admit they weren’t far from her own. And then last month the invite had landed. A weighty old-school thing on glossy card stock. The 150th anniversary of Gallowglass & Rudd. Dinner at Aubrey’s with dancing to follow. Tom couldn’t go – off to Berlin – but everyone else would be there for sure. Tom had scribbled on the back of it as he left. “Now’s your chance.” Yes, this had been building for a while.

Felicity looked at her phone. At the several queries from Tom. She could hear the increasing poutiness in each unanswered one. Though she knew she would share this, tonight it was hers alone. Maybe Harry’s too. Rinsing the glass and setting it by, she recalled her frankness, the complete lack of flirt. No ambiguity. She’d been watching all night, watching the swirl of singles and marrieds that orbited him. The flicked hair and the touching, the laughter, the doe eyes. In the end, she’d gone to the loo and sat there for a while, fast fingers flitting over and under her soon soaking lace. On her return, fairly fizzing with her half-finished wank, she’d tucked the damp morsel into his jacket pocket. Left navy-blue lace poking out, her knickers as a pocket square. The young lass from accounts had gone white with shock and acknowledged defeat.

Felicity tick-tocked out of the kitchen. Harry was sitting in the hall, looking angry, tired, a bit drunk. He scratched his nose. She hip-swayed up to him and reached for his hand, drawing him up to his feet. Leaning in, she drew him down for a kiss. He was hesitant at first, till she laugh-growled into him, pulling him, so they both hit the wall. His hands grew more eager on her silken dress, snagging on the hook of her hip, up over her breast to her throat. Grabbing his coat collar, she bit his lip.

Felicity swelled with delight at the feel of him, at the hard ropes of muscle in arm and in hand, at the thickening might of him pressed to her thigh. But most of all Felicity swelled with delight at her power, at the strength that spilt over from some well under her ribs. She was full of lightning and storm and sweet flooding need and a delighted impatience at his diffident ways.

It was she who hitched up her dress, pulled up the silk and bared her hips and her buttocks and parted her slicked-furred thighs and it was she who guided his hand, so his thumb found the crease of her hip and – Oh! Those sudden stiff fingers hooked under and in.

She found him, tight and rigid under his slacks, and she rubbed at him while his fingers explored. Callouses snagged at the soft skin of her thigh, and his fat thumb pressed at the crux of her slit, and she grew somewhat swimmy as his fingers pressed home. She fumbled with belt and shirt and ran her hand over the rigid flats of his belly and palmed the swelling head of his imprisoned prick. Her mouth watered at the thought of it, wet as she was below and she swung slow to her knees, feeling the coolness of midnight on her soaking spread self.

Belt buckle and buttons and a swift rip of zip and she pushed down his trousers and tugged at his shorts. It seemed as if she would never uncover it, though his heat burned her cheeks and his deep salty smell spun her head. Then with a startling spring, his cock swung free, bouncing up suddenly and nudging her chin, and she laughed and tried to fit him into her mouth. God. She could not even encompass the whole of him, could not close her fingers around his still thickening shaft. On her knees, she worshipped. She worshipped herself and the power that she had, her power over him and his straining cock. Mouth and hands moving she worked at him, pulling and sucking and letting him fuck. Letting him fuck her mouth, fingers clamped in her hair and hips pumping, she felt him fill her mouth and the top of her throat and she let herself gag, felt her throat draw him in. Her nose slowly buried in the deep musk of his groin, her fingers clamped around the sweet sweep of his arse. And then, when she could feel in the tension of his trembling skin, in the hard ripple of him over her teeth, and in the desperate catch in the back of his throat. When she could feel through those signs that he was as full as could be she let him slip out, and marvelled again and what she had wrought.

This magnificent man was a trembling thing. Twitches fluttered across his ridged stomach and along his beautiful thighs. The glorious swell of his backside shuddered under her hands. But above all that, standing proud as a horn, its lavender curve springing from his tight curls and tight balls, was his straining cock. Wet with her spit and glossy, it was hot and hard. A glass tusk sheathed in warm velvet. Running her hands up his length and kissing his balls, it lay alongside her nose and reached above her head. In all her adventures with things that might fit, man or vibrator or hairbrush or dildo, she had never, ever, had anything like it inside her before.

She stood then, smiling sweetly, her mouth red and bruised and this time he needed no direction. He spun her around and smacked her. A stinging slap that coloured the swell of her arse and she smiled wickedly as she bent forward onto the stairs.

She leaned on the newel post, grasping it in both hands as he took her. He. Was. So. Thick. She was as wet as could be, she felt like hot oil from ribs to knees, a bright swirling whirlpool of want and need and yet, and yet. And yet stretched. A slow pushing and spreading and filling, filling her, the tusk of him finding and filling every space, fitting neatly, snug, everywhere.

With her eyes half shut, her mouth was a wild red open gasp, crying with a new voice her pleasure at this new, gorgeous, discomfort. And then – dearfuckinggod – he moved. The long slow thrust was over, and he moved outward. It was like the weight of the tide. And as inexorable. Another new squeal, a gurgle, a groan. She felt herself move, she stretched self chasing his retreating thickness. She heard herself cry, longing to be so filled again. And then he did so. Again. And again. And again. Faster and harder and he drove her down onto the stairs, nose in the carpet. She grasped at her arse and spread herself wider to take even more of him. His breath came ragged as he grabbed the hook of her hip and held her, pulling her onto him with each thrust. She gaped and shook, gasping. Saw the scribble of lipstick smeared on the stair carpet, felt the prickle of burn on her cheek. Impossibly, she felt him swell still more, and with it the faltering thrust as he got – nearly – too close. Leaving him glossy and trembling, unsteady, she pulled away and ran upstairs, laughing wildly under her breath.

Her marital bed lay unsullied, the linen carefully chosen for this transgressive act. A virginal white for this new departure. She stripped off her dress and, wearing nothing but hold-ups and the slick of their fucking, unfolded across it, a near-naked nymph awaiting her satyr. He appeared in her doorway, backlit from the stairs and stripped off his trousers and shorts. He walked around the bed, proud and eager, cock bobbing and hunger burning in his eyes. He spread her.

Harry settled on the bed and, stroking himself, laid his tongue to her cunt. Her stomach twitched, and her nipples tightened as his tongue and his lips danced. She felt boneless and hot as if she was one eager muscle squeezing tight on herself. Grinning weakly and panting she pulled at his collar. She wanted to be full again, but his tongue was so good… she fell back and feeling herself spin and convulse, dug hard at her taut nipples, squeezing as hard as she could. Her hips twitched and thrust with a life of their own, and she felt herself flooding and bit her lip as she thrashed, squeezing his jaw in her bruising release. But he pressed on, tongue and fingers, and she felt her back arch and gripped his face harder as she rose off the bed. She rode his face through a second spasm, a third, then a fourth and then dragged him up to her and, growling, demanded his cock.

He curled up beside and behind her and tilted her pelvis away, slick cockhead sliding along her hip as he did so, blunt fingers parting. His hand covered hers on her breast as she pinched and she felt him nudging, pressing, the ridge of him hard against her keel. Felicity, increasingly drifting in a fog of sensation and lust, let her free hand drift to her fur and his slick head and guided and tilted and pulled, feeling him enter and spread. She let out a sigh like a seabird, and he slid all the way home. It was delicious this bound up, constrained, tightly-fixed fuck. His hand found her throat, and his arm lifted her leg, and slowly his thrusts and her fingers, her pulse and their breath combined in a rush and a rolling thunder like the surf she’d imagined so long ago. They were one thing. A glorious monster tightly curled amid her marriage bed. Ridges of muscle and deep soft wet clasping, shuddering, heaving and muttering, gasping.

Their voices mingled ridiculous things, but so seriously meant in their tangling sin. She was stretched and wide-open as she’d never been and his hand closed still tighter on her shivering throat. She echoed his grasping in the roots of his hair, and their rhythm grew faster as she ran out of air. The moments of drowning and surfacing flew, and her face darkened and within her, it grew. Huge and powerful it rose up from the depths, and her inner eye watched it, while she stroked and begged. At first, it was deep and dark, distant, outside her. A dark mass rising in a skein, a veil, of fast bubbles through dark water. With each thrust and each stroke, it grew closer, rose into the sunlit water within her, gold and green, rushing and bursting within her, and she saw herself rise through the foam a slick mermaid, head back, water streaming in arcs off her pearl-scaled sea-self and calling out in the hoarse glee of a gull.

She came back to herself on all fours and smiling, happy to feel him nearly there too, thicker and hotter and his rhythm breaking. She thrust back at him, and his great hands pulled at her, taking handfuls of an arse as he hurled himself into her, worshipping her. With her last orgasm past, she was free just to feel him alone. The glorious closeness, the gift of it all. He filled her delightfully and she felt him twitch and stutter and swell, and she could almost feel his balls tighten as he began to come. With stumbling, fumbling, shaking hands, he spun her on her back and their eyes locked as he, too, raced the wave crests and burst through the foam. He came hard, fist knotted on his magnificent cock, curled over himself in a single flushed clasp of every fibre and bone. His come flew upon her, in three, four, five, six spasms, kissing her hotly from belly to throat.

Felicity stroked her fingers through it all, stirring it, stroking. As she smiled at Harry’s still gasping face, she recalled that Tom would return tomorrow. Perhaps she wouldn’t shower, but just meet him, welcome him home like this…sticky and ready and eager for more.

Marc’s Treat by Tabitha Rayne

He’s bought new lube.

As I arch my ass up into his hands I think back to my afternoon bath, where I prepared for this evening.

I’d shaved every part of my body and as the foamy water swirled languidly around me, my fingers drifted to my pussy, exploring the folds and wandering to the tight pucker of my ass. I’d gently probed, turning myself on and making myself wet and ready for what I hoped would come this evening – fantastic anal sex.

And now, as the sound of the sticky lube dribbles into his hands and he begins to knead my ass cheeks in a beautifully rhythmic way, I show him with my body that I’m ready for everything he wants to give me. I writhe and rear up against his touch as he massages me, the occasional thumb or finger dipping into the crevice between.

I twist, trying to catch a fingertip in my desperate pussy but he simply takes his touch away, pouring more of the ointment on my flesh instead. Ahhh, he knows how to tease. He knows how to get my body to cry out with every pore for him.

His touch is like electricity running through me, up my back to my neck, raising goosebumps as it flows gaining speed, I push my shoulders up, relishing the way the sheet grazes my nipples as I rise up on my elbows. I turn to catch a glimpse of him staring at me, hungry for me.

I spread my legs and lick my lips, daring him to make a move. The fire crackles and I’m touched by the way he’d made the room warm knowing how I chill easily. I wriggle my cosy toes in my slippers and another wave of love lust pours from me. Am I going to have to demand his cock?

Just as I open my mouth to speak he slides his hand down in between my ass cheeks and pushes his middle finger deep into my desperate pussy, pushing my left leg up to give himself a premium view.

He rolls me over and drips the warmed lube over my chest and torso. I open my legs wide, showing him my need as he massages my breasts.

We kiss and I reach for his cock which strains in his boxers. Oh yes, and there’s his finger again, curled up inside me, hooking in to my g-spot. I’m so wet now, he’s an expert with my body. He gives me a taste of myself then brings out the bullet vibrator, switching it on and teasing my flesh all over.

He’s cradling my thigh and draws the bullet over my clit making my excitement rise. I don’t want to come so soon but I can’t help it. My breathing deepens and he kisses me, while I tip over the edge into orgasm. He keeps teasing wave after wave out of me and my cunt trembles and spasms under his hands.

I need his cock. I turn and he kneels back before me, letting me peel back his boxer shorts to see his beautiful erection. I wrap my fist around him and pump up and down only twice before launching my tongue and lips over his shining head. He tastes of salty sweet Christmas spice and I lap him up, using my mouth and fist to pleasure him, take him as deep as I can. My cunt is yearning to be filled and I can’t wait any longer. I crawl up his legs and straddle him, splitting my legs open and mounting his delicious cock.

I take him right up inside me and I’m so turned on I can’t help whimpering. I love the way he stares into my eyes as I ride him, thrusting my hips, reaching round every now and then to cup his balls, I know he loves that.

I keep bouncing, thrusting, riding him, needing more. I need more, I need to feel utterly owned by him. He grabs my ass and slides me up and down his shaft, it’s so horny but I need more.

My clit grazes his pelvis as I rock back and forward. I lean over and he starts massaging my ass again, reaching and looking to where his cock is headed.

He lifts me up as if I am nothing and flips me onto my back. I raise my leg up to his chest willing him to go deeper. I lick my fingers and rub my clit, I’m so wet for him now. I grab my ass and pull the cheeks apart giving him no doubt as to what I want next. He flips me again, spooning me then pushes his dick into my cunt from behind, hitting all my sweet spots. I wail and cry out, touching my clit I’m so turned on. He keeps fucking me hard, but I need more, I need more. I need him to fuck me in the ass.

I reach behind me and take hold of his dick, carefully guiding it to my tightest of entrances. His cock surges under my touch, our eyes meet and I know he wants this too. In fact I’ve a feeling that he’s planned it all along. We pause together as I gather his tip to my ass, gently bearing down on him as he pressed into me. It’s the most incredible sensation to be stretched this way, feeling so beautifully invaded. The nerve endings there feel expansive and I fold in on myself as his cockhead breaches my hole. I almost spiral off into that place of sweet oblivion but he grounds me with his precision thrusts: slowly, gently until he’s up to the hilt and I let go of my tension, allowing him into the deepest of my personal space.

It’s beautiful. We are one together and I push back to signal my readiness. He pulls back out with care and kindness then begins to move back and forth. The sliding, stretching sensation is all consuming and this time I allow a fragment of myself to break free. My pussy clutches and yearns and I shove my hand between my legs, pulsing and fucking myself into a frenzy of fuck lust. He’s fucking my ass harder now, deeper, raunchier and with very thrust I’m closer to the brink, closer to the edge of climax.

Sensation holds me suspended for a moment before I crash down in a huge spasming wave, I come. I come on my hands through my cunt and ass and over his rock hard dick which surges inside me.

He pulls out quickly and his hot come spurts out over my spent cunt and ass. I savour the moment and turn to kiss him, our juices combining to form a liquid memory of this precious Christmas moment.

Stella’s Treat by PJA Woode

Only she would wear slippers. Nothing else. Just slippers.

I like that homely side to her. I like it that she can just be herself when we are together. Slippers on most people suggest dull domesticity. But on her they are sexy. In fact, pretty much anything on her is sexy. And right now, just in her slippers, she sizzles.

I told her to come down after her bath and I’d give her a Christmas treat in front of the fire. She loves massages and I was going to give her a long, slow, luxuriant one. I’ve even watched a video to learn how to do it properly.

The deal was that she’d arrive naked. But I know she gets cold feet – literally cold feet (her circulation is poor, even at her age) – so I won’t pass comment. The next few minutes are totally for her and I don’t want to say anything that might jeopardise this.

She lies down and presents her back to me. Her full breasts, still visible at the sides, cushion her body and press against the sheet I have put down to protect our new floor. While her breasts are magnificent, it is her arse that I particularly adore. And she knows this.

I dribble some oil on her back and work it in. I try to keep my hands away from the tight curves of her behind, but I am drawn to them far too quickly.

Perhaps I should declare it now: I have a plan for this evening. We are going to venture into new ground. I know we have both been thinking about it for some while. I know she is up for it, she has said as much herself – only this afternoon. In every way, tonight feels just the perfect time for it, too. I just need to give her all the right signals, and coax and encourage,

So, what’s this plan all about? Well, I just love her bottom. I love its fresh softness, its tightness and how it blends in with her thighs. I love contemplating her curves, especially when I gaze at her from behind – what does it for me is how the long sweep of her spine changes to the tighter bend of her buttocks. I just love touching it and feeling it.

I have kissed her beautiful arse on countless occasions, of course. I’ve stroked it, licked it, rubbed it, spanked it and spunked all over it. But I have never, ever explored inside. We’ve petted around it plenty of times. I’ve eased a finger inside her just before she comes (she loves it when I do that and tells me that it makes her orgasm come even harder and more intense). More recently I’ve even pressed my cock up against her and the way she arched herself into me, mewling and writhing, makes me think she wants just as much as I do.

But my cock has never gone further. It has never penetrated her delicious posterior. That is until tonight. And if I get it right, if I can turn her on enough and relax her sufficiently, if I can light a fire within her as hot as the one in the hearth, I am hoping, just hoping, that she will invite me inside. And that would be quite a Christmas treat.

The thought tingles down my spine and my cock begins to tighten. And as I rub the oil into her fleshy cheeks I allow my fingers to caress her hole, and my cock grows further.

But I mustn’t hone into my target too early. I don’t want to blow it. But it is hard to hold back. I am so up for it. It was such a thrill to hear her say ‘I’d like you to take me up the arse’ as we’d sipped drinks this afternoon when we were shopping. Shortly afterwards I’d slipped off and bought some new lube especially for this purpose.

I move away from her buttocks and – after teasing her for a while – slip my fingers into her pussy, and I can sense her enjoyment as her body buckles slightly. She is getting more into the swing of this and she twists to kiss me.

I move to the next stage of the plan and encourage her to flip over so I can pour more oil on her front and massage it into her magnificent breasts. It’s working – she leans forward and kisses me with an open mouth, and then she touches my cheek. When her hands touch my face I know that she is beginning to let herself go. As I then move my hands to her pussy, she – mirroring me – strokes the outside of my pants and my cock pushes hard against the fabric, eager to break free.

I ease a finger into her delicious pussy, find her G spot

His hands found my breasts, and his fingers coaxed my nipples to hard little nubs again, and they ached with every pinch. My clit began to throb, and I thrust my hips with the arousal that was building again inside me.

“What do you want, my love?” he asked. I licked my lips and motioned downward with my eyes.

“Taste me,” I said. He smiled and licked his lips and leaned forward as he pulled my panties to the side. My clit was so engorged it peeked out above the folds of my pussy, and he exhaled a hot breath on it and I gasped at how good it felt, as he pussy licked me.

And then his hot breath was replaced by his warm, wet tongue. He swirled it in little circles down one side of my pussy and then up the other, never quite dipping it inside me but hard enough that the pressure of every swirl made its way right to my clit.

I moaned as I ground my pussy against his mouth. I wanted to feel his soft, wet lips encircle my clit. I wanted him to suck it into his mouth while he flicked at it with the tip of his tongue. I wanted to feel the wetness of another orgasm drench his lips and chin. And then I wanted to feel his cock inside me. Oh fuck, I needed to have his cock inside me.

I looked down and pleaded with my eyes for him to make me come. He smiled and kept eye contact with me, and then plunged his tongue inside me and lapped up my juices and then slid his tongue up to flick at my clit. I was riding on the edge of another orgasm, and he was making me ride it, making me squirm. My legs tingled and twitched as he took me close and then backed me away. He was teasing me now as I had teased him, and each tiny flick of his pointed tongue sent a blissful jolt of ecstasy inside me that gradually filled me to overflowing.

“Yes, baby,” I said. My voice was hoarse from gasping. “Please play me, please make me come.”

“Ah, but we cannot have that yet, ma chérie,” he answered. He stopped the wonderful tonguing he had been giving me and replaced his mouth with one of his long fingers. He slid it inside me and I clenched my pussy around it, and that made him smile. He curled it upward and found my g-spot and I gasped. I threw my head back and moaned, and he lowered his mouth again to blow warm breaths against my pulsing clit. First, it was one finger massaging that spot, then two. My mind floated away as his fingers coaxed pleasure from me that I never had known. My body quivered and I arched my back to feel the palm of his hand push against my clit.

I lay back on the table and let my hands roam my body. He licked my pussy from bottom to top, his tongue stopping to circle my clit with every lick. I spread my legs wider to invite him in completely, to open myself to whatever new pleasure he wanted to give me. I was at that place of beautiful torture, stuck between wanting the arousal to last forever and the wanting to feel my body release the pleasure he was storing in me, but knowing I couldn’t have both.

But he didn’t give me any choice as he pulled my clit inside his mouth and suckled on it. I lost control as I felt wave after wave of pure bliss pulse up my legs and through my body. I thrust my pussy against his mouth with each suck on my clit. My legs were splayed wide, my body knowing the want I felt to have his hard cock buried inside me. The sweet, sensual music of my orgasm filled the room.

I looked down and our eyes met, and I could feel his lips form a smile against my pussy. He lifted his head and I saw his lips and chin were wet with my juices, and I smiled back.

“Would you like to play the next movement with me?” he asked. I was still coming down from my orgasm, and I nodded and bit my lower lip.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

He stood and unbuttoned his shirt, never breaking eye contact with me. He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and slid them down. I felt his cock spring free and hit the inside of my thigh, and then he moved so it rested against my pussy. He put his hands on either side of me on the table and slid his cock against my wet pussy, and it slipped between the folds and the soft underside of his cock rubbed against my engorged clit.

“Oh god,” I said. “Please just fuck me. I want you inside meeee….” I pouted playfully and begged.

“We must build to another crescendo, chérie,” he said. “And then we will have an ending that will be as none before.”

His smile was decadent, his eyes were filled with lust, and the soft skin of his hard cock against my sex was having its intended effect. I was feeling a stronger arousal now as I felt his cock slide between my sensitive lips. I felt the head of his cock push agonizingly at the entrance of my pussy, and I wanted him to thrust into me hard. Instead, he pulled back and slid his hardness back up to my clit.

I was aching to have him inside, and I could tell that his need to push that wonderful hard cock inside me was growing. His moans grew to match mine, and I knew the feeling of my wet pussy lips on the head of his cock was getting too much for both of us.

“Let the finale begin,” he said, and he slid the tip of his cock inside me.

We both gasped as he held his cock there for a moment. I contracted my pussy to pull him further inside, and he threw his head back at the sensation. Inch by excruciating inch he pushed his cock inside me, and each time I squeezed my pussy around him. His cock felt wonderful as it filled me, but I wanted it all inside me. I rolled to the side and rested my leg against his shoulder, and he plunged his cock all the way in.

“Oh yesss…” I hissed. He held it there and ground hard against me to make sure he was all the way inside before he pulled back. He thrust deep inside a second time, and then a third and then he hit a rhythm. His thumb found my clit and circled it as he fucked me with his thick, hard cock. My fingers rolled my nipples and I felt myself climbing another mountain of pleasure, but this time I was going to have someone reach the summit with me.

He pulled out of me and rolled me on my stomach and pushed my knees together as he held my ankles in front of him. I felt his cock between my knees as he caressed my calves, and then I felt his cock sliding between my stocking-covered legs. He reached forward and massaged my ass, and then pulled the sides of my thong down toward my knees. He stepped back and pulled it all the way off, and then pulled my ankles apart. He leaned forward and playfully bit one side of my ass and then the other, and then licked and kissed them. I could feel his hot breath between my cheeks, and his tongue playfully lapped at my pussy from behind. I turned back to look at him, and the wanton look on his face told me all I needed to know.

“We make our finale music now, my love,” he said. He pulled me back toward him and he plunged his cock hard inside me. I rose up on my elbows and pushed back against him as I felt his hips slap rhythmically against my ass. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him with every thrust. I looked back at him as we watched each other’s pleasure grow. His cock was even harder now, and I was drenched with arousal. The look in his eyes was almost feral, and I wanted him to fuck me…hard.

My eyes must have looked the same to him because he pushed my hips down against the table and plunged his cock deep inside me. His pace quickened and I could feel his cock pulsing against my insides. I reached underneath and fingered my clit while he fucked me faster and faster. I turned and looked at him with pure wanton lust.

“I want your cum inside me,” I said. “Fuck me…make me come.”

“Yes, chérie,” he said. “I will make us both come now.”

He put his hands against my lower back and pushed down. I was pinned beneath his powerful thrusts, full of his magnificent cock, my fingers strumming my clit. An animal groan came from deep inside him and I felt his cock begin to spasm. I felt spurt after spurt of his cum fill me, and that pushed me over the edge. I screamed with a bliss I never knew as my world went white with pleasure. We both gasped and moaned and writhed against each other, begging each other to keep fucking, to keep coming, to keep this amazing feeling alive for as long as we could. Each mutual thrust gave me a new wave of orgasms that gradually ebbed as we slowed and stopped.

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me and kissed the nape of my neck and my back and then pulled me close in a warm hug.

“I love how you play me,” I purred. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed my neck and then nibbled on my ear. I felt the sweet wetness of our mingled cum between my legs and I shivered.

“There are many more ways I want to play you, chérie,” he said. “And I will.”

THE END

She took him in her mouth, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. It had been so long since she’d tasted him… smelled him… felt him. She needed to have him inside of her in every way possible.

She shifted down in the bed and closed her eyes as her lips moved up and down his sizeable, thick shaft. He was already rock hard and she could feel every inch of his rippled texture under her tongue as she licked him up and down. He groaned, his hands moving down along the backs of her thighs. Her head bobbed up and down more rapidly as she sucked him between her lips. He tasted so good… just as good as she remembered.

~

It had been only weeks, but it felt like months, or even years. He had traveled away for business and her bed had immediately turned into a desolate landscape of aching wanting. The miles that separated her from her lover were difficult to endure. While they could talk on the phone, she could not reach out in the middle of the night to seek his comfort when she woke. She could not feel the warmth of his body next to her. She could not run her hands over the thick hair on his chest and head. She could do none of those things while he was away. The only thing she could do was touch herself, masturbate, and imagine that he was there, with her.

Many times she touched herself during those long weeks as she awaited his return. She stripped her body completely naked and stretched her long, slender legs out on her bed. She ran her hands over her large, full breasts, pulling sharply on her nipples until they stiffened under her touch. She moved her hands between her legs, cupping her soft mound and sliding her fingers between her slick, wet folds. Many times she brought herself to orgasm in those long, lonely weeks, yet it was not enough—it could never be enough. She needed him. She needed to feel his thick, hard cock penetrating her. She needed to feel his warm, muscled torso pressed against her body. She needed his lips on hers, kissing her, tasting her, wanting her as much as she wanted him.

He had returned to her in the middle of the night and slipped into her bed. It had felt like a dream, but it was real. Now it was morning, and finally, she could have him again. Back together for some steamy couple fucking, nothing was better than doing it with a partner. You know every inch of them, every craving and desire.

~

Her tongue moved languidly up and down his shaft as she took him deeper inside her mouth. Her head followed the movements of her hand that was sliding back and forth on his cock, her fingers wrapped tightly around his pulsing member. She was excellent at giving oral pleasure, and truth be told it turned her on to do so—it turned her on so much that she moved her other hand down between her legs and began to tease herself.

He let out a quiet groan, just to let her know he enjoyed what she was doing. She smiled. It was early dawn, and there was no need to make much noise. They could fuck wildly all afternoon and all night, but for now, their tender reconnecting was one of soft gasps and quiet whispers. That was enough.

His hands roamed her body, grabbing mounds of her breasts through her small cotton tank top. He cupped her smooth buttocks, squeezing them in his powerful hands, demonstrating to her how much he, too, had missed her.

She released him from her mouth and moved up and kissed him. She pressed her body against his, her hips moving in little circles, showing him how desperately she wanted him. His hand moved down between her legs, replacing hers. His finger slipped between her soft folds. He found her clit and flicked it rapidly, arousing her desires to even greater highs. She cried out softly. She couldn’t last much longer. She needed him inside her.

~

Moving quickly she rolled over and faced away from him. He raised her leg and pushed his hips between her thighs. She felt his cock at her wet entrance. Slowly he eased into her. She could feel her inner walls opening, taking him deep inside her. She gasped as he pulled back out then thrust into her. The feeling of him filling her was like no other. Her mind went blank. A deep heat began to burn in her loins. He spread her thighs open and began to thrust into her more forcefully. Her breasts heaved up and down. His tongue devoured her mouth. They were reconnecting in the way she had so desperately yearned for all these weeks, the sex romantic in every way.

Her painted toes danced in the air as he thrust into her. Over and over again their bodies crushed together, his powerful thighs slapping against her soft skin.

He slowed down, then sped up, then slowed down then sped up again. His tempo kept her on the edge. Once again her hand found her clit. She cried out as he drove into her deeper and deeper. Then he stopped, and slid off the bed. His head moved between her legs, his lips finding her soft folds. She moaned as he held her hips in his hands and licked her furiously. She dragged her fingers through his hair, pressing him to her. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter. His tongue was relentless. Her heels pressed against his shoulders, digging into him. She needed him so badly. His hand moved up her belly, pressing her down into the soft bed as he continued to lick her. The teasing was simply too much to bear. She pulled him toward her, begging with her eyes for him to enter her again with his cock.

He did not need to be asked twice.

~

Pinning her down onto the bed he drove his cock back into her as deeply as he could. Her body shook as he worked his long shaft into her. She moaned with the delicious pleasure, yet still she needed him in her even deeper. She pushed herself up and turned around, then offered her back side to him. He took hold of her hips and drove his cock into her from behind, hitting her so deeply she could only gasp. He pulled her toward him then reached around and cupped her breasts. He held her to him, her back pressed against his chest as he remained deep inside her. They paused, taking a moment to breathe.

He let her go. She returned to all fours, this time ready to climax. He drove into her with everything he had and she pushed back against him with equal force. Their bodies glistened in sweat. Their primal cries grew louder and louder. The bed shook. The morning was no longer quiet. The bedroom walls barely contained their passion as she grew closer and closer to a final moment of pleasure. Then, it was upon her. She cried out as she came, her insides exploding in a sensation of pure bliss and electrified pleasure.

Now it was his turn. She moved over and once again took him in her mouth. She could feel his tension, his need to release. She sucked him harder and harder until he was so close she could feel it, then quickly climbed on top of him and straddled his leg. She faced away from him and held his cock tightly between her legs. She pumped him hard until she felt him explode in her hand, his body shaking quietly underneath her. She leaned back and collapsed back onto his body.

They kissed deeply again, unable to keep from smiling at one another. Both knew what the other was thinking… it had certainly been worth the wait. Another thought was also running through her head: it was only morning, they still had the entire day to do it all again.

“This is what I want,” she said, crossing one lithe leg over the other.

“I want to make my own amateur porn movie.”

He swallowed and shifted in his seat. He was a professional, right? It was a job, just like any other. Except this was going to be nothing like any other job. Just hearing the word porn spoken out loud by such a gorgeous woman made his cock tingle.

“I’d like something beautifully shot, that looks really good,” she continued, smoothing her dress across her lap. “I’ve been planning this for a long time, and finally my boyfriend’s on board.” A smile played over her voluptuous lips. He was grateful that there was a desk between them.

Pressing a pencil hard between his fingers, he cleared his throat gently to ask some questions. She was completely relaxed and smiling broadly at him—he sensed a trace of amusement in her expression, and her eyes never left his. It was obvious to him that she was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.

“Could you give me some more details?’ he asked, proud of how strong his voice sounded.

The client tossed her long brunette hair over her shoulder, catching it in her hand then stroking it down her front again. Her fingers seemed to stroke her breast beneath her dress—or was it his imagination? The room suddenly felt unbearably hot.

“Sure,” she purred. He was convinced that she was doing this on purpose. Fuck, it was working. “I want to make a porn movie just for me, to watch on my own or with my boyfriend… or other people if the mood takes me. I want to watch myself being desired, being kissed, being licked, being fucked. I want to hear my boyfriend’s hips slapping against my arse. I want to hear myself moaning. Coming. Hard.”

She paused and twirled her fingers in her hair once more. Her stare was determined and unwavering.

“Do you know what I mean?”

He swallowed again. And nodded.

Her gorgeous lips parted into a grin. “As I mentioned in my email, I’ve always been an admirer of your work,” she continued, leaning towards him. “I’d love you to make my movie. Would you be… up for it?”

“I’ll clear my diary,” he replied.

***

Baby sashayed across the room, giving the photographer a cheeky wink. The atmosphere matched the way she felt—light and carefree. Her heels clacked against the tiled floor, sending tiny judders up her thighs which she felt in her already moistening pussy. She was beyond excited. Everything, and everybody, was ready. This was really happening. She was about to make her very own amateur porn movie.

It had been a real kick for her, going to the photographer’s studio and actually telling him out loud how much she wanted to be filmed fucking. She’d known how alluring she looked that day. She’d planned it all, purposely wearing something clingy and revealing. It added to the frisson of naughtiness she felt when she said all those dirty words to the poor unsuspecting guy.

It got even better still when she saw how turned on he became as she described her erotic movie in all its sexy detail. When she had told him she wanted the erotic movie to finish on a close-up of Jésus’ spunk trickling out of her shaved pussy she was genuinely concerned that the poor man was going to shoot his load right there and then. To know that he would have to rein himself in as she and Jésus feasted on each other had been keeping her hot and ready in the few days that had passed since the appointment.

And as Jésus said, the fact that they’d be fucking each other in front of a man who would have swapped places with him in a heartbeat gave him one more reason to make Baby’s dream a reality.

As horny as they had been during the whole lead-up to the shoot, Baby had enforced a strict no-sex rule until they were in front of the camera. It had been torture for them both.

They lay in bed at night talking about what was going to happen in a few days’ time but couldn’t act on it—no cuddling, no kissing, no touching. By the time the day came they were desperate for each other.

And that was today—right here, right now. Baby couldn’t wait for Jésus to arrive, and for the filming and fucking to begin. She took a seat by the window, the gossamer drapes floating dreamily beside her. A glass of crisp white wine was waiting for her and she took a sip, grateful for this moment of calm before the storm. A tiny twinkle of blissful clarity, anticipating what was to come and thinking, I really want this.

From what seemed like far off in the distance, she heard the camera lens click. It made her pussy tighten.

The door opened and Jésus entered. Tall, dark and stunningly handsome, he walked nonchalantly across the room towards her, his focus locked on to her and only her. The camera clicked again as excitement washed through Baby’s system, but she stayed poised and in control—this opening shot was important.

Jésus stood in front of her, tossing his jacket aside and pulling his crisp white T-shirt over his head. The light played off the muscles of his taut stomach, his biceps swelling as he pulled the material off the most exquisite body Baby had ever seen. She heard the camera snapping away in the distance, adding another rhythm to the thudding of her heart and the pounding in her cunt.

He locked eyes with Baby, reaching down and taking her hand, sliding it onto his body. She stroked his chest slowly, taking her time as she revelled in the sight of her fingers moving across the tattoos on his expansive chest. She could feel him watching her. She always came alive beneath Jésus’ appreciative gaze—how much he enjoyed looking at her turned her on so much, emboldened her. It gave Baby the courage to unleash the sexy bitch who had always lived inside her, but she had never felt comfortable enough to reveal to others.

Yet here she was, controlling the desire of two men. Both of them were in awe of her sexual power, one of them here to pleasure her, the other there to document how beautiful she was… how sexy, how naughty.

She ran her hand down to the top of his trousers. She yearned to see and taste his big cock, but she knew it wasn’t time yet. God, it was so tantalising! Jésus’ hand was guiding her now, helping her to her feet to stand before him, still gazing at her. She could see the desire burning in his deep brown eyes. It had been days of holding back, and now that they were finally allowed to touch they hesitated for a split second before kissing each other deeply.

The fact that the photographer was watching them embrace so passionately was not lost on Baby. She kissed Jésus’ soft open mouth slowly, languidly, giving the photographer time to get the best angle of Jésus’ lips on hers, her tongue curling out of her mouth in sensuous bliss. Showing off their foreplay to the best effect made Baby cream. She couldn’t help herself smiling with pure self-satisfaction as Jésus turned her round to feel her bum against him. They glanced at each other for a second and a message crossed between them:

We’re really doing this.

Encased in his rippling arms, Baby gave in to the electricity coursing through her body. Jésus massaged her breasts through her tight red dress, a move that always sent shockwaves through her system, but then he tore the dress away from them, freeing the pert flesh. The waiting camera clicked incessantly as if it were applauding. Baby melted into ecstasy at being so on show—she looked straight into the lens of the camera, rejoicing at how sexy it felt to have her tits exposed, then kneaded and rubbed in Jésus’ strong hands.

She knew that she couldn’t give herself utterly up to pleasure right now, though. There were more shots to get. A camera was running as well as clicking, and she wanted to make sure that every angle was perfect. She kissed Jésus once more, but then moved her wet mouth down his body, feeling every undulation in his torso on her way to his flies. Her mouth watered, she was desperate for his cock but no—she caught herself.

Not yet. Tease him. Tease the photographer. Most importantly, tease yourself. This is your movie. Make yourself hotter than you can stand, show yourself off, so when you watch this movie you’ll be so turned on by yourself you have to watch it again and again…

So Baby ran her mouth up his body instead, enjoying the fabric of her tight red dress caressing her as she did so. A few more kisses, cupping his bollocks through his trousers, and then she leaned down again, letting the camera linger on her arse.

Now it was time. She sat, tits still exposed, and slowly unzipped Jésus’ fly. She turned to the camera as she eased his stiffening cock out of his trousers, her mouth soaking wet now and ready to take him in. Jésus did his part, too, moving the fabric out of the way so the photographer could really see Baby licking and sucking on his velvet shaft. Baby couldn’t wait to find out how she looked with such a long, thick member in her mouth, stretching her lips apart. She was convinced she’d look ecstatic, Jésus’ cock tasted so good. Baby made sure that the photographer got shots of her teasing it, licking it and opening her mouth wide for it, slurping it down so far that she choked on it—her favourite part of giving head.

Pussy aching, it was time for something different. Baby led Jésus to the bedroom, where he pushed her against the wall, kissing her lustfully and pulling her dress further down her body. Baby sensed the photographer following their movements as Jésus began feasting on her tits, taking their passion to greater heights. She wanted more footage of his cock in her mouth, so she crouched before him, grateful to open her legs and feel the cool air on her. Jésus instinctively knew what she wanted and fucked her mouth vigorously, pulling her arms over her head so he could thrust without restraint. Baby knew how amazing this would look on film—gagging on his huge penis, loving the fucking her throat was taking. Her body quivered when she imagined shots of herself looking like the dirty, cock-hungry slut she knew she was, so when Jésus pulled her skirt up and slapped her arse she nearly lost all control. Being seen the way she’d always dreamed of creating a high like no other.

Jésus pulled her into the bedroom for their next scene, one that he had specifically requested and Baby was delighted to include. He pushed her onto the bed, tearing off his trousers and pressing her legs apart, caressing the edge of her panties with his searching mouth and breathing in the hot scent of her cunt. Lifting her hips so he could peel the pants off her, Baby lowered them into a different position to create the perfect angle for the camera. She wanted as much of her creaming pussy on show as possible when Jésus’s luscious tongue lapped at her, gently scooping tendrils of musky juices from her moist labia and then gobbling at her ravenously. She loved how he devoured her, and when he dribbled spit into her cunt to make her even wetter to eat, Baby couldn’t help but throw her head back in her own greedy pleasure.

Baby spread her legs wide in the air now and looked into the camera once again. She imagined her movie-going viral: strangers getting hard, or wet, at the sight of Jésus eating her out, at the sound of her squeals of pleasure. Their engorged boobs would be aching, their nipples hardening as they watched. They’d be fumbling at their flies, unbuttoning them hastily so they could grab their cocks in their hand and join in, it was so hot. These thoughts, plus Jésus’ tongue dancing across her clit, inflamed her beyond all reason and her body exploded in waves of fireworks.

Coming out of the orgasm, Baby knew she needed to regain some composure. Lust and passion still roiled in her loins and she didn’t want to lose control again too soon, not after coming so hard moments before. The photographer had started using the video camera, and she’d only just noticed him standing above her, documenting her ecstatic cumface forevermore. There was more to show, more for her to enjoy with her amazing lover, and the photographer retreated as Jésus climbed onto the bed, ready for the next scene—the fuck.

He stroked his huge dick along her yielding pussy lips, his glans teasing her stiffening clit. She bit her lip, trying vainly to keep it together… and then she watched him dribble more spit onto his rock-hard penis.

She felt it trickle down onto her labia and into her hole. Jésus fucked it into her pussy. It was so filthy, and the slippery sensation of his thick cock inside her took her to a whole other level of arousal. She stared into the camera with a lascivious look in her eyes.

Look at me. Watch me take it.

They were really doing it, everything she had talked about. They were fucking on film. She was having the sex of her fantasies and she couldn’t wait to see herself like this: her bare breasts bouncing and his shaft spreading her open.

Baby gasped as Jésus slipped in and out of her sodden hole, revelling in the view of him holding her leg to his rippling torso, his pelvis slapping against her. Gazing at her with delirious pleasure. Stopping occasionally to make sure that he didn’t come too quickly. The way he looked and what he was doing to her made her cry out, her pussy clutching… and when he took her supple neck in his hands, fucking her even harder, she felt the waves of another orgasm begin to wash over her.

Hang on Baby, don’t let go yet… it can’t end yet, it’s too good…

She lay back on the bed, the pounding of his cock and the movement of the lens moving in and out edging towards another orgasm. She closed her eyes in bliss as the photographer stood over her to get a closer look.

Sharing a kiss, Jésus lay behind her. Baby lifted her leg to make sure she could get all of his cock inside her again. One of his hands found her breasts and the other found her arse, swatting one of her soft buttocks as the camera focused in on the slapping rhythm of his cock in her dribbling snatch. Once again she turned her face to the camera, feeling sexier and more powerful than she ever had before. Everyone would see how much cock she could take, how much pleasure. She rolled her hips onto Jésus hungrily, engulfing as much of his slick penis as she could. He turned Baby on so much, and she was turned on even more by having the photographer in the room, silently watching—and waiting. Waiting for the Money Shot she’d teased him with in his studio that day, maybe…

She knew both men were desperate for The Cumshot, so she decided to make them wait. She stopped fucking Jésus, but only to sit on his face and have the photographer film the expert action of her man’s tongue on her clit. Her dress was now rolled around her waist so she stripped it off as she ground herself onto his mouth—she wanted to be completely naked for the climax of the shoot. Stretching herself along his body to suck his prick once more, Baby was elated to sense that the photographer was filming the amazing tonguing her snatch was receiving, and that was enough to push her over the edge into another explosive release.

Now it was time.

Baby’s body was trembling—a combination of her intense orgasm and excitement at finally reaching the shot she’d ached to see. She was ready: a bit of reverse cowgirl so the camera could record her fully naked body getting fucked hard and fast, then facing Jésus to taste his mouth as he upped the pace, moaning into each other’s faces as they both got swept up in an earth-shuddering climax.

He came long and deep.

***

Baby hit the pause button, her eyes sparkling.

Jésus’ hot cum was oozing from her pink, open hole, and she stared at it with breathless wonder. For the first time since sitting down to watch her just-delivered movie, she moved her hand from her sopping vulva and picked up her glass of champagne.

“Cheers,” she said out loud, huskily. Desire had tightened her throat as well as her pussy.

The film was exquisite. Jésus was hypnotic to watch, and seeing herself revel in such exhibitionist behaviour was beyond thrilling. The cock-hungry sexy bitch in her had been unleashed—and she was here to stay.

The last few drops of champers fizzed onto her thickening clit as she smiled back at the triumphant woman on screen. She reached for the bottle and circled its cool opening around her clutching hole.

“Time for a sequel,” she murmured, pushing it in.

Ends