Erotic Couples

Erotic Couples

“Sir, are we an erotic couple?”

She punctuated her question by taking my hand and sucking one of my fingers in the midst of the festive crowd. Hunger pangs of lust clenched my stomach and need jerked my cock

I stopped and turned to her. “Princess, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were…hungry.”

I’d been holding her hand as we walked through the fairgrounds, laughing, talking and people watching. Public displays of affections were the norm for us, so no doubt there were people watching us. A crowd didn’t deter us from unabashedly stealing furtive touches and caresses to maintain our carnal edge.

All day foreplay started the moment the first one of us woke up in the morning – usually in the form of oral sex or a snuggle-fuck. Now we stood face to face as the throng jostled around us and all we saw was each other.

My eyes must have been as large as the bulge in my pants when she added a second finger into the wet cavern of her mouth. Oh yesss, she had me balancing on the edge of heighted lust. Judging by the pussy-cat who swallowed the canary look on her face – she loved every moment of my torment.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw people staring, but neither of us cared. I stroked her face with my free hand and then snaked my fingers in her long hair. I pulled her to me by those locks and she melted against me. Her arousal seethed all-around us, and the ethereal sensation of plunging balls deep into her moist depths slammed into me. I pulled my fingers from her mouth accompanied by a loud sucking sound. She could be such a tease. My cock surged through my jeans and she ground her pelvis against mine.

“Sir, your baby-girl is always hungry for her-Daddy. I am your-Slut.”

“Mmm, well I guess I need to feed My-little-pussy before she chews off one of my fingers. Apparently, the jumbo sausage you devoured a few minutes ago only whetted your appetite for more beef.”

Her eyes gleamed and her hard nipples pebbled through her thin shirt. She looked around and I tracked her gaze to an empty park bench. Fortunately, I’d had the foresight to bring a blanket. She’d worn a skirt, and of course no panties.

She took in a long breath and licked her lips. “Come with me Sir, I want to show you something.”

“Show me something…or give me something?”

She rubbed her hands on her thighs, and the movement created a cameltoe affect. “I’m a good-girl, so both.” She swirled around me like an exotic dancer working her pole, and then sashayed toward that still empty bench.

The sway of her merry hips called to me, and I chuckled. “To answer your question, Princess – yep…we are definitely an erotic couple.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

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Toy Story….

Toy Story

“Are you comfortable, baby-girl?”

She wiggled on the bed and tested the thigh sling holding her legs spread wide. “Yes Sir, I’m fine. But you can tighten the straps some more if you want to pull my knees back farther.”

“That’s an excellent idea.” He adjusted the straps, pulling her knees almost to her chest. “How does that feel now? Are the ropes on your wrist too tight?

The ropes binding her arms to the bedposts were tight, but she needed the pain to distract her, otherwise the game would be over too soon. With her legs spread wide, her arms bound and a blindfold covering her eyes, she was completely vulnerable, totally exposed, and accessible for her-Sir’s enjoyment. How delicious.

“I’m ready, my-Sir. Let the game begin.”

Fire exploded between her legs before the sound of the slap reached her ears. “I’ll decide when the game begins, Princess. To remind you, once the game begins, you will have to guess what toy or implement I’ve used on your body. There will be five objects and you will have three guesses for each. If you guess all five toys or implements correctly, I will allow you to come. If you miss just one, you will receive our previously agreed upon punishment…and no orgasm.” He pressed two fingers into the wetness of her hot sheath and she moaned. “Understood?”

Her abdomen clenched with tingling anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good-girl. There is one more caveat to the game. If you climax before I give you permission, the game is over – you lose.”

She sucked down a calming breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“OK, let’s begin.”

She jerked in the sling when something wet lashed her clit. Coarse stubble rasped her skin and her breath caught in her throat.

“Tongue, that’s your tongue.”

“Excellent, My-slut.”

Pleasure and pain closed around her pebbled nipple. “Nipple clamps, Sir.” Her nipples, an autobahn express to her pussy, practically sighed with pleasure.

“Oooh,” popped out of her mouth when a ribbed object breached her rosebud. “Butt-plug, Sir.”

“Brava baby-girl, that’s three – just two more to go.”

An all too familiar buzzing sound filled the room, just before the vibrations in her cunt sent pleasure rippling through her entire body.

“Wand, magic wand,” she gasped.

“Yes, now one more to go.” The buzzing grew louder and the vibrations stronger. He’d upped the wand’s speed – evil man.

Pleasure spikes pricked her arm. “Needles.”

“No.” The vibration grew stronger.

Barbs of pain stabbed her thighs. “Pinwheel, Sir.”

“No baby-girl, you have one more guess.” The vibrations grew stronger.

Her impending orgasm crested and she hovered on the edge. Prickly heat erupted wherever the stinging darts touched. She bit her lip and focused on the repeated tiny nips from whatever toy or implement Sir used all over her body.

Implement? Could it be?

“Fork, it’s a fucking fork.”

“Good-girl.” Sir climbed between her legs and the air rushed from her lungs when he slammed his cock deep inside her. “Now – come for Me.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my semi-finals submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Fork’.

 

Where The Horror First Began….

Bed and Breakfast

Dick checked his watch again. “Ms. Gordon, what are you doing in there? I want to check out of here and hit the road by Noon.”

Barbara danced out of the bathroom wearing a sheer, white sundress flowing to mid-thigh. “Ooh, he called me ‘Ms. Gordon’ in his dominant voice. You know I get moist when you act all macho. Well, Mr. Grayson, since we’re being so formal, what do you think?” She did a little pirouette that made the dress rise high to show off her defined legs, shapely ass and cleanly shaven pussy.

“You’re not wearing panties, or a bra.”

“No Dick, I’m not. What’s your point? This way you’ll have easy access to the goodies in the car. Mmm, and judging by the lump in your pants, you haven’t had enough of me yet.”

“No, I can never get enough of your sweet goodies. Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms and licked her lips. When she ground her hips into his groin, he pulled up her dress to squeeze her delicious ass.

From his secret hiding place in the wall, Norman squirmed with growing envy. He’d watched the amorous couple all through the night and returned this morning just in time to see the man mount the wanton slut again. The floor under his feet was sticky with his own spent emissions, but he’d have to wait until they checked out to clean up the mess. Norman barely stifled a groan as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

Dick leaned back and turned his head toward the wall. “Did you hear something?”

“No, baby, I didn’t hear a thing.  To be honest, all I want to hear are your moans, because I’m going to take the edge off you before we leave.” She pushed him onto the end of the bed.

“Barbara, we don’t have time to fool around. We promised Bruce we’d be back for weapons training tonight.”

She undid his pants, yanked them off and then dropped to her knees between his legs.  “This won’t take long. You haven’t cum in my mouth all weekend and I’m hungry.” Dick’s big cock popped free and she engulfed the head in her mouth.

“Oh my god Barbara, you’re right, this won’t take long.”

She mumbled around his cock. “Do it. Come for me. Shoot all your juice down my greedy throat.”

“Fuck, I’m coming!” Dick shouted.

Behind the wall, Norman trembled with lust. Once again, he found himself torn between wanting to be him…or be her. He wiped the drool off his mouth as he imagined swallowing a man’s seed. Norman stroked his cock, once, twice, and then he spewed a torrent of his liquid essence all over the wall and floor.

****

Mrs. Bates smiled at the young couple. “We hope you enjoyed your weekend here at the Bates Bed & Breakfast. Hopefully, you’ll come back next spring when we open up either our new motel or hotel.

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Hotel’.

Photo attribution for the Bed and Breakfast picture provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

 

 

 

The Marsten House

The Marsten House

“Go ahead, Lance. What are you waiting for? Stop being a chicken shit.”

“David…shut the fuck up. Just give me a few minutes to think.”

Lance was dizzy from the onslaught of adrenaline juicing his veins.  With slow, deliberate steps, he turned and walked back down the porch steps. The sound of David’s soft footsteps followed. He leaned against the tall oak tree in the front yard, struggling to breathe. Sweat moistened his palms and icy tendrils of fear snaked down his back. The foreboding shadow of the ghoulish Marsten house loomed over him as he nervously dried his wet hands on his jeans.

His best friend spoke softly, “Lance, are you okay?”

Lance looked at David as though he’d recently escaped from the looney farm.  “No, I’m not okay,” Lance whispered. The howl of a wolf pierced the night and he shivered. “I…I don’t think I can do it. Tell me again why this is a good idea.”

David laughed. “Come on dude, you’re kidding…right? This is the chance of a lifetime.”

“If going into that house is such a golden opportunity, then maybe you should be the one to reap the rewards. Seriously, you have more experience with this kind of thing than I do.”

The full moon peeped through the cloud shrouded night sky and cast a surreal glow over the yard. A light came on in an upstairs’ room and both young men looked up to see a woman silhouetted behind a partially drawn window shade.

Lance gasped. “Sssh,” David warned.

The shapely woman faced the window and stood with her legs spread wide. If she was aware of their presence, she obviously didn’t care. She raised the shade until only her face was blocked, but the shadow between her thighs beckoned to Lance and his cock sprang to attention. Her hands slid down her legs and bunched in the hem of her short negligee. Slowly the wispy wrapper inched up her creamy flesh, but stopped just short of paradise. She held the pose for a long second and then the light in the room went out. Lance blinked and she was gone.

David slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh my god, did you see her?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m sure that was Birdie.”

“Well, are you going in there or not?”

Lance adjusted his painful erection. “Maybe.”

“Maybe…are you shitting me? If things were different, I’d be in that house right now with one of the Marsten sisters’ legs wrapped around my neck.”

“I’m sure they would prefer you over me.”

David groaned. “They want a virgin…that’s you, not me. I wish two freaky sisters wanted to take my cherry when I was nineteen. Now stop being a pussy and go get that pussy.”

Lance inhaled a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.”

Lance marched up the steps and the gateway to his wet dreams creaked open. He walked into the silent, pitch-black house and the door closed behind him.

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘door’.

Photo attribution of the Marsten House provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Would You Believe…??

Would You Believe

“Hold on a minute please,” Kheyenne said.

Khy sighed and put down the phone. Pain shot through her mouth as she bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes. His words intrigued her and set her imagination on fire, but it was the way his lyrical voice caressed her soul that made her entire body ache.

No, she didn’t believe…not quite or not yet. However, she wanted to believe, desperately needed to believe that someone could care for her – flaws and all, but still…the demon of self-doubt was a tough foe to defeat. She poured another glass of wine and took a slow sip. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She put the phone back to her ear. “Okay Sir Vincent,” she said. “Tell me more, you have piqued my interest and…My-desire.”

 

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

Spank Me Because You Want To

Spank Me Because You Want To

“I want you to spank me because you WANT to, because you need to do it…just as much as I need you to do it.” The last words tumbled out of her mouth and she sighed. It was a long drawn out sigh and he knew it was her way of punctuating the importance to her of what she’d just said.

He held her draped across his knees with her panties down around her ankles and his throbbing erection pressed against her belly. He’d been lost in thought while he gently caressed her delectable ass when she told him what she wanted. No, make that what she needed. Her words broke his reverie and he smiled inwardly at her insight.

He slipped a finger between her legs and her folds were slick with dew. When he held his wet finger up to her face, she greedily swallowed his whole finger. He fought the urge to push her to her knees and thrust his painfully hard cock into the wet heat of her mouth. She made wet sucking sounds as she cleaned off his finger and it dearly reminded him of her prodigious oral skills.

He pulled his finger from her mouth with an audible pop. “My-brat, is that why you’ve been exceptionally bratty this week, because you needed me to spank you? No, correct that…because it was important to you that I wanted to spank you?”

She wiggled her ass and pressed herself against him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin. As per their standard practice when he spanked her, he had taken off his pants, but he’d kept on his boxer shorts. They both loved the feel of her hot flesh squirming on his uncovered thighs.

“Yes Sir. I hope I haven’ been too much of a brat.” The lilt in her voice betrayed the sincerity of her words. She’d been a total brat all week.

He grazed her clit with his finger and a moan escaped her lips. “My-brat, don’t you dare climax until I give you permission. If you do, I promise that your punishment will harsh. Do you understand?”

She tilted her head and looked at him with a wry smile on her face. “I’ll try not to.”

“Don’t try Brat –  do.”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s better. I’ve been distracted this week and life has made me grouchy. I apologize for not giving you the attention you need. As My-submissive, you are the most important person in the world to me. It pains me to realize you have been thinking my need to spank you has diminished. It’s simply that I don’t like to spank you when I’m grouchy, because I don’t want to get carried away and ever hurt you. You mean entirely too much to me.”

“Sir, I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me and I can always use the safe word if I need to. Right now, I just need you to show me you want me. I need to know I’m your good-girl and that you haven’t gotten tired of my ‘uniqueness’ as you call it or lost interest in me. I need you to spank my bratty ass hard, as though you really mean to hurt me. Leave your hand print on my ass and make me sore for the next two days. I want you to show me that owning me, all of me with my many quirks, is something you need the way you need air to breathe.”

He chuckled and his cock jerked. “My-brat, you are just too damn cute and adorable. Clearly, the Universe broke the mold after it made you.”

She laughed. “No Sir, they didn’t break the mold. They blew the fucker to smithereens. Now, are you going to spank me or are we going to keep talking? There’s a draft blowing up my ass.”

He growled, but it was half-hearted. “Well then, let’s begin. How does 10 on each cheek sound…for starters?”

“Perfect Sir”.

“Alright, you count.”

“One,” she moaned as fire spread across her ass and sent pikes of pleasure direct to her pulsing clit.

 

© 2013 Will LaForge