This Night: Remix

It seems once was not enough for the guys. Sophia agreed to see them again, but now what? 

This Night: Remix

by 

Eythan Rogers

 This Night: Secret Longings part 4

 This Night: Afterglow part 3 

 This Night: Realization part 2

 This Night: Introductions  part 1

Sophia stepped out of the shower; steam billowing around her and covering the small bathroom making it hard to see. When she pulled open the door a rush of cool air came in, covering her arms in goose bumps. Or maybe it was because she was nervous to see the guys again. She wasn’t really sure why she agreed to see them again. Yeah, she had a good time with them, and yes she thought about them a few times a day. But that’s what a fantasy was. Something you thought about and dreamed about. So why was she still thinking about it? It was out of her system and done with. It was just as she had hoped. It was hot and sexy and there was so much passion and lust her mind was over loaded and nearly fried out from so much pleasure.

Sophia had asked Kim why they wanted to see her again, but she was about as much help as a color blind man helping you pick out curtains. She was always a cryptic one.

This time Sophia wasn’t sure what was going to happen between them, so she offered to meet them at Kim’s club and go from there. It as a central location, and public. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them, but she could never be too cautious. Her past would prove that true.

Without realizing it her hand covered her heart as if she was trying to slow it down. She would not let that asshole ruin the rest of her life god damn it! He had taken way too much from her already and she would be damned it she let herself get worked over a guy who was far far away from her now.

After taking a deep breath and clearing her mind, Sophia dried off and got dressed. Fixing her hair just right and putting on some light make up she was ready to go.

Her apartment was in a decent neighborhood and her neighbors were nice. It was the type of neighbors that would lend you a cup of sugar or a few eggs any time you needed. They were more then willing to help and she was thankful to have them. On more then one occasion Sophia had locked herself out of her apartment and needed to call the landlord. A sweet older man Brian across the hall was more then willing to help. 

Sophia was even more amazed to find out that there was a parking garage for her complex. It was almost unheard of in this area but it was great for rainy days and keeping safe.

Checking her watch one more time Sophia stepped off the elevator and into the parking garage. She was just on time. She hated being late. She was always on time or early. Waiting was a pet peeve of hers, so she always made sure to have enough time to get where she needed to be.

There was a light right under her car and she tried to always get that spot, it was easy to remember and close by the elevators. When she walked around to the driver side door she stopped short. Her breath nearly stopped as well. Her hand quickly covered her mouth and the gasp that escaped her lips.

Stuck to her window was a piece of paper and in bright red marker spelled out “Slut!” Franticly Sophia looked around to see if anyone was around. Not seeing a soul she ripped the sign off her window, shoved it in her purse and jumped in her car. Who the fuck would do that?? Not stopping to analyze it further Sophia threw her car in drive and sped off to the club.

Someone had the wrong car. Why would that be on her car? It must be a mistake. She had no enemies.

Forget it. She had to forget it. It was just a stupid mistake and she was going to see Brandon and Anthony and forget about it. There was no reason to dwell on something so stupid.

Pulling up to the club Sophia noticed it looked pretty dead tonight. Guess Kim was right about all of that outside fun. With a smirk on her face Sophia parked her car and headed into the club.  She admitted to wondering about that as well.

She felt more at ease meeting them inside rather then in a dark parking lot. Its not like they were staying here tonight. She would just wait inside where it was still light and no playing in the lobby. So there was no chance of her running into any erotic play. Not that she has ever seen it before. Hell she remembers helping Kim open the place. Long days and nights spend here, and seeing things she never thought possible. Which could explain her major curiosity on the subject. Or was it all of the books Kim recommended her to read? Whatever the cause, she was very interested and soaked up any literature on the subject of BDSM and D/s relationships.

“Sophia.” She nearly jumped out of her skin when Brandon placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her from her thoughts. She didn’t realize how caught up she was.

“Whoa, easy there. Sorry, I didn’t mean t frighten you. You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. I didn’t even hear you guys come in. I was just day dreaming I guess. It’s good to see you both again” Sophia smiled. Actually genuinely smiled. She was happy to see them, more then she thought she would be.

Brandon looked like he wanted to hug her but didn’t want to make it awkward. She could see it written on his face. She kind of snickered at his discomfort. She had the feeling that it wasn’t often that these guys felt awkward or out of place. Letting it go she let them both off the hook and asked where they wanted to go. Anthony spoke first.

“Well, we were going to leave the choice up to you, but we thought better of that. Too many choices.” He smirked and tucked his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. He slowly took a few steps forward and only a foot separated the to of them. Sophia had to look up to see his face. She nearly swallowed her tongue when she swallowed.

“Sso- what did you two decide?”

Anthony pulled one of his hands from his pocket and tucked a finger under her chin making her look into his eyes. With a wicked grin Anthony said

“We are staying here at the club, Sophia.” 

Bloodgasm Part 2

Any time a guy asks you if you want to be his forever - you better think hard before you answer.  Vampires, who knew?

 Bloodgasm, Part 2

By

Krystol

Diggs

 Read part 1 here

TWO DAYS LATER

I woke up in what seemed like a blur. I was in this cave-like place and my head hurt bad. I looked around for Lorenzo but didn’t see him. I still felt different. Something was definitely off with me. It must have been daylight because I felt like I was sleeping too long.

“ Lorenzo.” I called out.

No one was around. I looked down at myself and noticed I had on a silk  white night gown.  I jumped up in fear and started to walk down a small hallway and I noticed that torches were lit for me to see.

“ Where the hell am I?” I said out loud.

“ You’re home.”  A woman said.

I turned around and saw a woman standing there. Her skin was pale like mine and she has red hair.

“ How did I get here and where is Lorenzo?”  I asked as I walked up to her.

“ Everyone is sleeping. We sleep during the day and get up at night.”  She said laughing.

“ Wait…what?” I said in confusion.

“ Oh, you don’t know. You’re a vampire now.” She said smiling.

I started laughing in her face like she was stupid.

“ I’m serious. You can’t go out in daylight or you will die.”

“ How did this happened?”

“ Your boyfriend turned you into to one of us. He was done in by me at a party.”  She said.

“ A party and I wasn’t aware of it?”

“ Oh it’s a different kind of party, you see we have initiation parties that involve a lot of sex.”

I just stood still and couldn’t believe it. Then I looked down at my nails and noticed they were a lot longer than before.

“ I’m Becky.” She said extending her hand.

“ Soriah Marie.” I said dryly.

“ Oh I know who you are. Lorenzo said you have the best pussy ever.” 

“ I call it gina, pussy is too vulgar.”

“ Isn’t that the point? Sex is vulgar.”

I smiled a little. The way Becky was staring at me, I started to get a little tingle between my legs. I started to rub my neck.

“ Your horny aren’t you?” She said leaning close to me.

“ I beg your parton.”

“ When it’s time for you to have a blood fix, your hormones rage and you get horny. That’s why we have a lot of sex when we can’t have blood. It takes the edge off.” She said.

I couldn’t believe my ears. First I find out I’m a vampire, and now I will get horny all the time.

“ Come with me.” She said.

“ Where are we going.”

“ To my room.”

“ Why?”

“ You will see.”

Still confused we end up in her room lit with candles. It looked quite nice. Big bed, some red curtains and that’s about it. But, how were they ever able to live here? It’s not even a home, it’s like a dungeon almost. I was so confused and couldn’t wait for Lorenzo to get here so we could leave.

“ Sit on the bed.”

I did as I was told because by this time I know that she wouldn’t take no for an answer. I just sat there looking at my night gown and wondered how the hell I got in it.

“ Can I ask you something?” I said to her.

“ Sure, Soriah.” She said as she began to touch and rub on my arms.

“ How did I get in this night gown?” I asked her.

She began to laugh and kept touching me. I was to feel real wet and I was confused because I was never interested in women.

“ I’ll show you how you got in the nightgown.” 

She bent down and started to lift my night gown. My breathing intensified from being nervous and stimulated at the same time. She dove her head in between my legs and began flickering her tongue on my clit. My body started to get chills and I was indeed enjoying it.

“ Yes, I like that!” I moaned.

“ This is how it got started.” She said in between licking me.

I started to get into and move my hips around. My eyes were closed and I was smiling until I opened them and saw Lorenzo smiling at me.

I was embarrassed. Not sure what to do next.

“ Soriah, it’s okay.” He said to me.

Lorenzo came over and pulled out his penis. Becky was still licking me and I was turned on. I started to give Lorenzo oral and he started moaning.

“ Yes..isn’t this the life you wanted. We are together forever.”  He said.

I didn’t respond, I just kept sucking on him. Soon we switched positions and Lorenzo laid me on my back while Beck was playing with herself. It was getting hot and steamy. The smell of sex filled the air and moans filled the room. I didn’t even know if we were the only ones in the cave or not. At this point, I didn’t care. As Lorenzo continued to enter me, I noticed Becky smiling at me. When I looked closer her fangs were coming down and I saw her vampire teeth. As I watched her I started to get scared and I jumped up while pushing Lorenzo out from me.

“ Soriah Marie, what’s wrong?”  He panicked.

“ I’m not what she is, I can’t be what she is.” I yelled in the room.

The more I was looking at her fangs, I started to feel the same way. I could feel my fangs beginning to come out. I ran over to a mirror and looked at myself. I looked very faint and light.

“ You have no reflection in the mirror, Soriah.”  Becky said.

“ What does that mean, it’s just dark in here with some candles.” I yelled at her.

“ It means that you are a vampire like us.” She said as she walked toward me.

She touched my breasts.

“ You like that don’t you Soriah? You see you need blood right so you won’t feel so weak. But, until we are able to get blood, pleasure keeps us going.”

She tried turning me around from the mirror, but I couldn’t help but to continue to look at my fangs that were long and white.

“ They will go away once you cum. Your urge will be secured.” Lorenzo said.

Becky turned me around and lifted my leg on her shoulder and continued tasting me. She was saying,

“ You taste so fresh.”

I couldn’t help but shed tears and moan at the same time. I knew that my life as I thought it was just ended. I wouldn’t see daylight anymore.

Lorenzo started to stroke himself while he was watching Becky have me again.

“ Soriah lay down on the bed.” He said.

I did as I was told while I smiled at him and wiped away my tears.

“ Becky, continue tasting my girlfriend and I’ll have you.” He said.

Becky did as she was told and Lorenzo entered her. Her loud moan filled the air.

I started to get into the three some that I began rubbing on my breasts and touching my nipples while Becky tasted me and Lorenzo pleasured her. When I opened my eyes Lorenzo was moaning that he loved me.

Becky got up from me and Lorenzo got on top of me.

Becky stood in front of me while pleasuring herself.

“ Lorenzo.” I moaned in ecstasy

He placed my legs on his shoulder and begin pounding me so hard while he was moaning.

Becky got out a toy and started fucking herself with it.

We were all having a good time, until the guys from the party came into the room and we were all caught red handed.

“ What the hell is going on here?” The boy said.

“ What does it look like.”  Lorenzo responded.

The boy had blonde hair and blue eyes and I couldn’t wait to see what he would do. He unzipped his black pants and Becky went in for the kill. She started deep throating him so fast and hard that I started dripping wet just watching them. He took off his shirt and started grabbing her hair hard and pushing her to go deeper into him as he moaned. I couldn’t help but moan louder.

“ That’s right, Soriah.” Get that nut beautiful, the other boy said.

I thought to myself,

“ How does he know my name?”

His fangs started to come down and he bent Becky over and started to pleasure her ass. She was loving every minute of it.

My mouth started to hurt real bad from the fangs.

“ Lorenzo stop.” I said trying to get him off me.

“ Just a minute, I’m about to finish.” He said.

I was overwhelmed with emotion because I was feeling so much pleasure but was so sad at the same time.

‘ Ohhh, that’s feel so good, don’t stop fucking me.” I managed to say.

Lorenzo kept penetrating me faster and faster.

I squirted all over Becky’s bed.

When we finished having sex, Becky and the guy were still going at it like rabbits.

“ Let’s let them be alone, we need to go talk.” Lorenzo said.

We left the room and walked down a hall. In that instance, I knew that things would never be the same in my life from here on out. 

Swingers Part 8

How will Colb recreate THIS for Sunday morning?

 

 

Part VIII: 

One plus one makes three.

by

Abyrne Mostyn

 

 

It took Colb several protracted minutes to figure out exactly how to put on his ‘outfit’. Finally having all the pieces in place, he turned to look in the mirror thinking that this look reeked of Sharilynne; she made no secret of liking her men in chains. Feeling a bit like Scrooge’s Marley every time he moved, the clinking of chain against chain was going to have him naked faster than normal, not that the whole of it was a bad look, rather bondage slave gone rogue. A cock ring attached at the base to a sac chain to hold it in place, that chain sliding around both sides before clipping together between his legs to form a single line that extended between the divide of him, then up along his spine to a thick collar. Inspecting that part he realized that fully erect that there was going to be a bit of resistance. Single chains coming off the front of the collar to wrist cuffs, it seems everything was connected. Slipping on the mask, gauging his appearance one last time, he snapped the key onto his wrist, tossed the locked bag onto the shelf, and stepped thru the door.

Glancing around the room as he pulled the door closed behind him he quickly found that not every male had the same restraints, some had far more and others far less hardware. In light of this, he was thankful to fall somewhere in the middle of the male bondage parade. Starting off to the left he made the rounds of the room, shaking hands, swapping air kisses and casual greetings to those he knew, introducing himself to those he didn’t. On the far side of the room, he found Regg in conversation with a curvy blonde. Regg was easy to spot in any guise, at six foot five he was easily the tallest in the room. The female he was talking to was reminiscent of Norma Jean save the azure eyes; her set in waist and generous hips and breasts helping him remember just how connected his chains were as he felt the pressure against his throat when chains shifted to accommodate his interest and pulled the collar tight.
 

Regg excused himself to refresh drinks, offering to bring one back for Colb as well. Not taking his eyes off hers, nodding his assent he shifted to give himself some air to converse before starting in.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you before, are you new to the parties?”

Her ruby lips curving and bright eyes lighting up behind the copper colored mask she wore before she responded,  “Yes, in a manner of speaking I am.”
 

Her giggle was soft, perhaps a nervous tick as she answered him. She glanced him up and down, well pleased at his obvious interest before meeting his eyes and continuing,

“Tell me, how involved are these parties then?”

Dragging his palm down his face over his mouth and to the collar, Colb thought she couldn’t be THAT new to this scene. Surely whomever brought her would have explained the formal and informal rules of this to her.
"Uhhhm, I daresay that depends on you. Pretty much whatever you seek can be found, or not. Do you understand the parameters of the party?"

“Oh indeed. I know exactly what I want. And I will have it too.”
 

Colb’s brows shot up in amusement and the corner of his mouth ticked at the definitive statement by the woman. His cock had other plans and shot up faster than the quiz bowl champion’s hand could to answer her desires. Swiveling his neck to loosen the grip and gather air, it was a tug of war between his heads to see who was master of the game tonight. So far, the baser of them was winning the contest.
 

“You do, do you? So let me in on the secret. What is it that you want this night?”
 

She leaned in, standing on tip toe and he leaned down so she could enumerate the things she wanted in hushed tones near his ear. His already volunteering member taking on a forged steel stiffness and weeping an opalescent tear as she snaked her hands around him, pulling up on the chain that cleaved his arse and pulled his parts tight. When she finished elaborating what she wanted, he stood up and thought a moment. Oh, he definitely could fulfill what she wanted, how much she wanted to take though; that was the question.
 

H olding up a finger, he excused himself a moment and went to help Regg who was juggling the three drinks. As he approached him, quirking a brow up to get his attention he mouthed ‘three-way’? The responding lop-sided grin and squinting smile of his eyes through the mask answer enough. They had done this before, long ago and it would be a good reunion for them. They returned to her, holding the frosted glass against a nipple that insisted on standing out from the beads as it was passed to her, and announced that they together would take her on if she was game. She nodded her assent enthusiastically and the lot was cast.
 

Finding a room along the upper west side corridor, they slipped inside and locked the door. The host would have a key if needs be, but they wanted no additional company. They moved to stand in an open area of the room, near but not too close to the large bed. Regg circled her several times stroking and pinching as he felt the need, while Colb stood off to the side watching. Regg lifted three strings of the beads over her head, twisting them around his fingers testing the strength. She wanted this so hard restraints would not be necessary, but the sensation of it was what he sought. These would work nicely. Stopping in front of her, motioning for her to raise her arms he slid the first string over and brought it down to rest at her waist before beginning to work it to lie closer to her skin.
 

“We will call you woman, and you will call us Sir. Do you understand?”
 

“Yes.”

“Yes?”
 

“Yes Sirs.”
 

“The end comes with the word, ‘No.’ Do you understand?”
 

“Yes Sir.”
 

“Say the word no.”
 

“No.”
 

“No what?”
 

“No Sir.”
 

“The end is complete, and not negotiable. When you say ‘No’, we are done and you will return to the party below no questions, no changes. When you say ‘No’ there is no, ‘I wasn’t ready’, ‘I didn’t mean it.’, ‘Let me try again.’ No means no, and that is the end. Are you ready to begin?”
 

“Yes Sir."
 

Maggie trembled, the gooseflesh on her body standing up in anticipation. This was exactly what she wanted. Hell yes she was ready to begin. Regg took her left hand and walked around to the back of her, fashioning a wristlet of one of the two remaining strings of beads before reaching for the other hand and bringing it back to join the first. A few long moments later her hands were bound behind her back and tied somehow to the string of beads that he had encircled her waist with. Her breasts pulled up and out as her hands had gone back, Regg took his time with each of them twisting the strings of beads around the full erect nipples and squeezing them tight. Colb had moved to stand behind her; she could feel his breath on her shoulders and fought to keep her hands still and not reach back to touch the part of him that should be close. Her core clenched when Regg leaned in and bit down on her. He had gathered all of the remaining beads and crossing them over themselves, had dropped them over her head exposing her breasts fully to his hands and mouth. At the same time Colb had slipped his fingers into the side band of feathers holding up the G-string, pulling up to rub against delicate flesh before sliding the whole piece down, lifting one ankle then the other to remove it completely. Taking an ice cube from one of the glasses, Colb trailed the cube up the seam line of her leg taking it around the cheek of her arse, down the center and around the other. The sensation was sending her duck flesh into overdrive. A hand coming down quickly and hard against the chilled wet flesh of her arse making her realize that she had missed Regg’s command. Snapping her eyes to his, he again commanded,

“Open your mouth.”

Instead of ‘Yes, Sir.’ She simply complied. He used her own tongue to wet his fingers before returning to her breasts to roll and tweak the tight buds of one side while he suckled the other. Switching breasts, rewetting his fingers he continued his assault, winding her tighter. Colb stood behind her still teasing with the ice, moving anywhere he pleased running it along the cleft of her, down to the juncture of her thighs, around to the front and back; teasing her a long while before flicking against her thigh commanding,  “Open.”
 

She adjusted herself to open her thighs without changing too much level that would cause Regg to shift as Colb continued to manually tease her flesh. Reaching around to the front he used yet another cube to slide up and down against her clit, his opposite hand fisting her hair pulling her head back, leaning in to whisper in her ear between biting her throat and shoulder. Changing hands, he palmed a large handful of ice returning to press that against the bundle of nerves at her cleft while stretching fingers back to find her core. Pulling back his free hand and letting it catch some air before landing cold and wet against the cheek of her arse, her hard gasp and the rush of wet against his fingers the answer to the question unspoken he repeated the motion and was rewarded again with a gush of liquid silk. Standing straight, still working the wet between her legs he tapped Regg’s shoulder and head flinched him toward the bed. Regg let go, went to the bed, and sat down still stroking his shaft as he watched them. Her body flushed as she watched him, a lovely color, and evidence of her arousal. Colb speared two fingers solidly up her core and banding an arm around her waist walked her to the bedside all the while sliding the ice back and forth against her.
 

Regg waited until Colb had her standing between his knees before reaching up and knotting her hair out of the way in the bands of beads about her throat. Pulling her forward with a finger under her chin he began his instructions,  “Suck...”

Maggie started to go to her knees but is stopped short when a hard open palm slap against her arse cheek brings her back in check.
“Let’s try again. Suck me. No teeth. Bend only at the waist. Do not lock your knees. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”
She stuttered trying to get into position and again felt Colb’s hand across her backside as she didn’t move fast enough, the stinging bite of his cold wet hand from behind preceding the hard jab of his fingers still deep in her core. He didn’t need a diagram to know that he was making her hotter and wetter with each spank. Bending only at the waist, just short of kneeling on the bedrail she began, Regg guiding her how he wanted her to do this. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She can feel the knot of his release on the tip of her tongue when she laves the down stroke, but he doesn’t release it, instead pushing her slower or holding her there longer, throwing his head back with each pull of her mouth as she crosses the crest at the tip.

Colb had kneeled behind her trying to vie for better position and with her unconscious resistance had spanked her several more times as she had shifted position trying to follow Regg’s directions. After several attempts to get her into the position he wants, Colb elected instead to change tactics. Taking a crop from the dresser drawer, he gave no warning and held nothing back when he let it loose across her arse. Her instant buck and jerking of her head up and off of Regg earning her another stinging strike.
 

“Can you follow the lead of two men, woman.”

“Yes Sir.”
 

“Do better.”

“Yes Sir.”
 

Her mind was reeling; she knew how to dominate, she knew how to sub; she had not subbed for two men at the same time in a while and was out of practice. Thinking wryly about what she had in fact gotten herself into. Calming her thoughts before she would snicker, she set back to Regg’s erection and tried to settle into a stance that Colb wanted, letting him shift her. He continued his physical assault, causing her womb to weep with each strike. The sting of crop and hand being exactly what she had asked for, she was certain that she was showing welts and could feel the warmth spreading as Colb kneaded and bit the marks he had made. She was settled into the sensations and had to fight not to jump when he grabbed her hips, tilting her slightly and drove home from behind her as he recovered quickly and resumed teasing her senses from front and aft with hands and ice while he bucked. With the tight friction against her clit and the intermittent spanking, she was in bliss and sensory overload, fighting to stay present in the moment and not be carried away.
 

She was on a down stroke with her mouth when several things happened simultaneously. She had not realized that the pressure against the button of nerves at her cleft was gone until there was a hard slap against her ass, and a firm pressure against the knot of her anus. She gasped and swallowed hard then heard Regg take a long hard inhale before speaking...

“Fuck Colb, what did you do? Do it again.”
 

The series was repeated after a brief pause, but this time the pressure against the second opening was more insistent, and wet. Again she swallowed Regg deep and was rewarded with his moaning and thrusting against her soft palate. She fought for control of her gag reflex as he continued to go deep. The grin on his face telling that her how much he liked this change, and that this would now continue; it did. Harder and harder the thrusts and spankings came. The pressure at her arse pushing constantly, and a wet sliding sensation as she was being made ready. She thought about saying ‘No’, not being one for anal, but the rest felt so good, she kept going, reaching for her own release knowing if she could hold out it would come. Several rounds of spankings later, she was accosted by a loud resounding smack across her arse cheek and a hard push against her anus.
 

“Open.”
 

She tried. She really did. She could not think how the muscle control worked and nothing happened except her teetering on breathy tears.
 

“Do you want to stop?”

“No Sir."
 

“Can you open for me?”

“I don’t know.”
 

“Then relax a moment.”

As soon as the command was given and she stopped tensing, stopped fighting for control over what she couldn’t decide if she wanted there was a soft ‘pop’ and she knew he was in. In with what she didn’t know, a finger she thought, but she could feel that he was in, the pressure intense and full. His other hand coming back around her hip, he put firm turning pressure against her clit and again she was warm and wet. As she relaxed into the wave that would take her higher, she felt him pushing in farther from behind and tried not to fight.
 

Regg reclaimed her mouth, taking her face and returning her to the task of his cock. She couldn’t believe he was still not ready to come. She let out a small cry when the precursor to her own release shook her first and a second finger breached her back door. Prodding and pulling, working more of whatever he was using to ease the way, she was completely at their mercy now.

At some silent signal from Colb, Regg took her head with both hands and held her, thrusting up deeply. The intense circles at her clit went into high drive and there was a heavy wetness across her arse as a large dollop of something was worked in and she was stretched wide. With the mad rush of so much she was not surprised when she felt a trickle of come running down her leg and her hips start to take on a small pulsing thrust, she was so close. Harder and faster they worked her and just when she was at the edge there was a hard application of the crop to her arse that nearly sent her completely over and probably would have except in that same flow of activity, Regg thrust up and held her in place while Colb withdrew from her core, thrust hard with his fingers from behind before a hasty withdraw and immediately seated his cock firmly in her anus. She nearly swallowed Regg whole with the sharp inhale at the abrupt change before he let her go.

Colb pulling her up slowly by the shoulders, Regg’s cock slipped from her lips and he helped ease her upright. Leaning in to bite her very sensitive, very erect nipples he shifted her leg and propped her foot on the bed rail. Sliding his hands between her legs, coming back with thick cream, he liberally coated his cock with it before arching his body to seat it and slamming up into her still wet and convulsing core. The position was awkward, but the sensation was beyond description.

Colb pushed, Regg pulled. Regg pushed, Colb pulled. In and out, back and forth she was on fire and walking the edge. Regg returning to play with her breasts and Colb reaching around to thumb her clit between pushes from Regg. She was fighting every bit of it, wanting not to come, not to finish. To be consumed by these two men in concert. The fight was short lived as Colb began thrusting harder from behind with his cock and turning faster with his hand. Regg leaning in, biting down on her nipple as he thrust up she was lost to the storm. A long building wail coming from her throat lasting for an endless few minutes as they continued their domination of her senses as she climaxed.
 

It was Colb, who managed to stop long enough to enquire quietly,  “Are you well?”
 

“Yes Sir.”
 

“Do you need anything?”

With a wry grin, she uttered only one word with a hoarse squeak, “More.”



Please check AbyrneMostyn.wordpress.com for more information on this and other stories by Abyrne or check out the facebook page. Thanks for following along for the last 8 weeks. ~Ab

Fatal Indiscretions Episode 6

FATAL INDISCRETIONS EPISODE 6

By Anjie Harrte

Episode 5 – Recap

Sherry and her husband meet for dinner at Rumours Café where things get hot between them. At the dinner table Ryan is swept up in the hotness of the moment and slips his fingers into his wife rocking her body to an orgasm. As the moment continues to heat up, he takes her to the men’s washroom and drives her home to another crashing orgasm. On their way out of the hotel which houses the café, they bump into the art instructor, Paul, and Sherry becomes nervous. Introductions are short as Paul heads into the hotel with his arms around a tall beauty. At home Ryan notices the missing side view mirrors and questions Sherry about them, it is here the story resumes.

Episode 6

I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. My throat was tight and I feared if I said anything I would give myself away. His eyes were questioning and his body was stiff.

“What happened to your car Sherry?” he asked once more. Nonchalantly, I turned to the car and sighed. “That? That happened at the old Dutch Market earlier today.”

“What were you doing in that neighbourhood?” he asked, his forehead crinkling up as he raised his eyebrows. I sometimes forget how much older than me he was and how much more experience he had; maybe that is why he has been able to read me all these years.

“I heard there was a store there that sold sexy lingerie straight out of Brazil, the kind those Brazilian girls wear at the strip club down town,” I lied, relying on something I heard in the mall about a store on the top floor.

“But you shouldn’t be in areas like that; you know how dangerous they are and the sort of people who live in those…” I cut him short; with his tongue taken up he couldn’t continue to rant. I kissed him ravenously, with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and pulled me in close. He was just about to pick me up when his phone went off. He tried to pull away to answer it but I pulled him back in, tightening my grasp and kissing him more intensely. However, the phone didn’t stop but continued to ping. He pulled away again. “Leave it,” I said.

“I can’t,” he retorted as he took it out and answered it.

I was furious; steam was probably emanating from my ears as I stood there in our garage and watched him walk past me into the house. I sighed deeply and decided not to be the usual me, instead of sulking or being angry over it, I headed upstairs. I passed him at the kitchen counter and rubbed my body against him; he was listening to someone on the other end intently and watched me from the side of his eye. I stopped at the door to the stairs that led from the kitchen to the upstairs bedroom and licked my lips as I curled my fingers in front of me beckoning him. He looked at me and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. I turned and headed upstairs.

I eased my body out of the red dress and watched my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in lingerie that I bought from the Brazilian store; a low cut lacey panty with no crutch and a bikini lacey bra. I went to the box still sitting on the vanity top and took out the lace neck band and clipped it around my neck. I slipped on the knee high stockings and clipped on the straps attaching it to the panties. Then I slipped my red shoes back on  and quickly lit a few candles around the room.

When I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs I stood at the foot of the bed, my feet spread apart and my hands on my hips. He came through the door and stopped, running his hands through his curly hair and biting his bottom lip. I smiled at him and took a step towards him when he said, “I am so sorry honey.”

I stopped and tilted my head at him, confused.

“I have to go in to the office, Barry said that the accounts aren’t balancing and the audit starts tomorrow,” his eyes were pleading as he spoke.

“Audit?” I asked.

“I told you we were being audited by Inland Revenue, so we hired a private firm to do the audits for us first over the weekend so we could be prepared for Inland Revenue next week.”

I dropped on the edge of the bed and sighed; he hadn’t mentioned this before.

“Why would Inland Revenue want to audit us, did we not pay our taxes, declare the right amounts, what? Why?” I asked, as my head seemed to be swirling around in circles.

“I promise to tell you everything when I return, for now Barry needs me to go over some figures with him,” he didn’t move to me to comfort me, he stood by the door and when I looked up with tears in my eyes, it seemed to send him through the door faster.

I fell on the bed fighting that feeling that wanted to overtake me. I blinked back the tears and listened as his car left. I had a lot of high hopes for tonight and now they were all down the drain. I picked up my phone and went through the directory, I needed to talk to someone, I needed to feel better, I wasn’t going to be this emotional wreck all the time. I dialed Alaine’s number, she was the closest thing I had to a friend, maybe talking things through with someone else would make me feel better. Her phone rang and went to voicemail. I didn’t leave a message, it was almost 11pm, she was probably fast asleep. I continued to skimmed through the contacts and realized I had no one else to rely on. If Cathy was around I would call her and chat, just listening to her voice sometime made me feel better, but that wasn’t an option. I went on to the blackberry messenger and looked for her at least there I could send her a message. Her status said asleep. I couldn’t disturb her either.

I fidgeted with the blackberry for awhile, going through my contacts and their updates. Then I changed my status. Before it had read, “new beginnings,” I sighed and changed it to a sad face. Then I plopped the phone on the bed and headed for my bag with art supplies. I was going to draw something, anything; I needed to let the frustration out. As I plopped the pad on my lap and reached for the bedside lamp to turn it on, my phone pinged.

I checked the message, “Why the sad face?” from Paul

I didn’t know what to say; I looked at the phone as though the devil had left it there for me and rested it back on the bed. I began to draw a woman’s body, round and plump with lots of curves when the phone pinged again, “Come on Sher, talk to me, I am your friend,” from Paul

“Thanks for your concern, but I am fine, just one of those nights,” I typed and pressed the send button.

“Where is hubby?’ he asked. I didn’t want to answer, I felt as though he was mocking me, but for some reason I didn’t control what I did around this man.

“Left for office,” I replied

“Really, after the way you looked tonight? Hard to believe. Must be something really important then.”

“It is.” I defended, not sure myself whether it was or not.

“You home alone then?” he asked

I didn’t reply, I set the phone down again and continued to draw. Nothing was coming out right though. The woman’s head was larger than her body, her breasts were lopsided; one bigger than the other, her waist was wider than her hips, her thighs were skinny, impossible that those legs could hold up the body I drew on top. She appeared as one of those cartoons from the funny columns in the newspaper.

Just then the phone pinged again, “I am at the front door, open for me.”

I stared at the walls and felt frozen in place. I looked around the room wildly. Then, forgetting how I was dressed, I moved to the window and looked downstairs. He was standing below looking up at the window, our eyes were locked on each other and I felt that trance he seemed to always work on me, take over. I moved to the door and down the steps, I stopped at the mirror by the door and checked my face and hair and then I pulled the door open. Standing on the other side was Paul and his tall Indian beauty. She smiled and looked me up and down, and Paul did the same and then I remembered that I was still dressed in my lingerie. I gasped and almost closed the door back, but Paul put his hand forward stopping the door as they walked in.

 “You look very hot,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek and walked past. The girl smiled and said, “indeed,” and she too followed Paul into the living room. She was very tall about 5’ 9” with long slender legs that was topped with a round ass and small hips and waist. Her breasts too were tiny, something you didn’t see often in Guyana. Guyanese women were busty but this tall Indian spice had small lemon sized breasts and a long slender neck. Her face was slim with high cheek bones and a small nose, her eyes were round and noticeable on her face, black as coal with long thick lashes that seemed to look into your soul. She wore a black leather mini skirt and a silver tube top with high silver pumps. Paul was a tall man but this beauty in heels towered over him. her lips were thick and red and when she smiled her cheek bones raised, her eyes lit up and my heart jumped in my chest; she was a splendid beauty with her long black straight hair opened and running down her back stopping right above her ass. She caught me staring at her, my eyes fixated on the rise and fall of her luscious derrière and she looked to Paul and smiled.

I suddenly felt self conscious as they exchanged this wicked look between them and I said, “Just give me a minute to pull on something.”

The Indian beauty grabbed my hand and pulled me into her. Suddenly I was arrested by the smells of expensive perfume, minty breath and fruity hair. My body was against hers as she held my wrist behind her back keeping me there.

“This is Sophina, Sophina this is Sherry,” Paul introduced us as Sophina smiled and reached forward and kissed me on the lip. It was a strange feeling; being kissed by another woman. Her lips were so soft and her manner of kissing me so tender.

Paul came over and stood behind me, running his hand up and down my body.

“My husband might be back in a bit,” I said.

“Then we don’t have much time, do we?” Paul added as I felt his lips on the back of my neck. His hands wrapped around my body and the palms of his hand rubbed down my belly and stopped inside my panties. Sophina’s lips met mine again, soft and inviting as she parted them and I tasted her minty breath. His hands found my breasts as she massaged them, all the while kissing me deeply and slowly, her tongue caressing mine. I leaned in toward her wanting to taste more of her. I felt her kick out her shoes as she came down lower.

Paul was now massaging my clit with his fingers as he continued to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders. I could feel the hardness of his shaft against my ass cheeks as he pressed his body against mine. Sophina broke our kiss, and placed a smack on my neck. Then she and Paul were kissing softly and slowly, moaning and groaning as they did. Paul’s fingers were assaulting my clit and Sophina’s were rubbing away at my nipples. I opened my eyes long enough to see her long slender neck glistening in the dimly lit living room and I kissed it. Her flesh was so soft that I placed kisses all over.

 I was starting to buck my hips under Paul’s assault of my clit, when I felt Sophina push him away and giggle mischievously.

Paul chuckled as Sophina took me by the hand and lead me to the couch. Paul moved back to the door, clicking the locks, bolting the door and letting down the blinds to the two big windows on the side of the big mahogany front door. If I was thinking straight I probably would’ve told him that Ryan will come through the garage and not the front door. But I wasn’t in my right senses, after all it is impossible to think straight with a sexy woman lying against you body, kissing you and running her hands about your body.

Sophina trailed kisses down my neck, softly pressing her lips and letting just the tip of her tongue touch my flesh, but it was enough to send sweet sensations throughout my body. She trailed down to my breasts and pulled away the lace that covered my mounds of flesh. She kissed them lightly before sucking in my left nipple into her mouth. Her left hand massaged my other breast while she sucked on my nipples causing me to arch my body against her. She trailed small circles around my breasts as I saw Paul undressing behind her. She moved her attention to my other breast as the warmness of her mouth caused me to moan in pleasure. Then she kissed down my belly and unclipped my panties from the stockings. She was smiling with me as she eased down my panties. I reached forward to kiss her, I enjoyed the way it felt; her lips against mine, her tongue dancing with mine, but she took her hand and pushed me down back on the couch. She opened my thighs and kissed the inside of them, I jerked my hips as the sensation of her kisses seemed to send shock waves through me.

Then I felt the warmness of her tongue on my sex. She was sucking at my clit slowly, trailing the length of it with her tongue and then sucking it in her mouth. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as the sweet sensations began to wash over me. I raised my hips and bucked them under her sweet assault of my sex.

I felt something slap me and I opened my eyes; startled. Paul was standing on the couch, one foot jacked up on the back of it, his long thick shaft waving in my face. The sweetness was increasing between my thighs and I needed him in my mouth. I reached for the long caramel coloured shaft and sucked it into my mouth. I let it slide in and out and then I sucked on the smooth head, letting my tongue tease the slit on it, prying it apart. I heard Paul moan out loud and I know he liked it. I reached down below his dick and licked one and then the other of his twin boys, feeling him arch against my mouth.

 Sophina was now lashing her tongue on my pussy; plunging it in and out of me. I was bucking my hips on her tongue as Paul started ramming his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt Sophina run her finger around the rim of my butt hole as she plunged her tongue in and out of me. The sensations were rising slowly from the pit of my core, and Paul kept ramming in and out of my mouth and I felt him hit the back of my throat. When the orgasm started to flood my body and I started to stiffen under it, I felt Sophina enter my ass with one of her fingers and I cried out under the overwhelming sensation of emotions that washed over me. As I screamed in pleasure, Paul took the opportunity to fuck my mouth harder and faster and soon I felt him jerking and the hot liquid hit the back of my throat.

Sophina kneeled between my thighs smiling as Paul fell on the couch beside me. I licked my lips and reached forward to kiss her. I tasted my pussy on her and the taste got me hot again. I grabbed the little skirt she was wearing and practically ripped it off of her throwing it to the side. She reached over and started massaging Paul's dick. He looked at us, me ravenously removing her clothing tearing away at them and throwing them to the side, she watching him and smiling; and I saw him rise to attention once more. When she was naked I pulled her in towards me, her breasts in my mouth as I hugged her close kissing away on her small lemon size mounds. She cooed and moaned as I lashed my tongue out at her nipple, massaging her clit with my fingers. I wanted to taste her, make her feel the way she made me feel. So I threw her against the small coffee table and tried to mount her. She grabbed my shoulders and playfully pushed me on the ground, we both fell, rolling and laughing. I heard things fall and crash but didn’t think twice on them.

We rolled on the ground, my arms around her waist as we kissed, her giggling against my mouth. Then she stopped wrestling with me when one of my hands found its way between her thighs. I rubbed her clit and dipped one of my fingers into her sweet pot as she moaned.  I wriggled under her and moved down until my face was buried between her thighs, smelling the sweet scent of her love and tasting the tangy taste of her pussy.

Paul moved to the ground on his knees and opened her thighs wider. I attacked her clit with my tongue, nibbling and sucking on it. Paul came down and traced the entry to her butt licking it in circles before dipping his tongue inside, she moaned out loud and arched her body as he did. Then he positioned his cock and slowly entered her ass. I was in awe, I had never been fucked in the ass, and the fact that she was going to get such a nice huge dick in there excited me. I continued to suck on her clit and raise my head to dip my tonuge into her pussy hearing her moan loudly on the other end. My own pussy was dripping from the thought of Paul's dick in her ass and I guess she saw it, because soon she was lapping it all up, sending more sensations through my body. Paul started moving in and out of her; fucking her ass faster and harder as I continued to move my tongue up and down her clit and in and out of her pussy. She bucked hard and screamed loud, her orgasms crashing one after the other as I felt her body stiffen and tasted her sweet cum over and over again. The thought of her coming and the feel of her tongue on my pussy caused me to cum too; crying out in pleasure against her pussy. I saw Paul quicken his thrusts and grimace from the pleasure.

All three of us collapsed on the floor as Sophina rolled to a side and Paul lay in the middle of us two.

Paul's dick sat limp on his body right there in front of my face. I wanted to taste her on him, so I reached and licked it. I felt it jerk and I giggled like a teenager. I sucked the head and watched it come to life. I was so happy with it, that I continued to suck, watching it get harder and harder.

Sophina smiled and sat up, "I like this one Paul," she said as she mounted his face, throwing one long slender leg over his face. He reached and grabbed her hips bringing her down. Just the sight of her on his face got me wet, and I got up and mounted Paul's massive dick, feeling it fill me. Sitting on it was quite different from any other position. I felt totally full of Paul and soon I couldn’t stop myself from rocking back and forth. Paul's dick seem to touch that spot inside almost immediately as I grabbed on to Sophina's shoulder and rode it hard and fast, moving my hips back and forth and around. Sophina reached and kissed me, our lips pressing against each other, she extended her tongue and so did I and they played together licking and tasting. I could feel the sweetness from the massive cock in my pussy as I heard the car pull up outside. The sound of the garage door opening is what froze us in place.

All through the orgasms I had forgotten about him returning; about us in his house; about the possibility of my husband coming through the garage and walking in on the scene of me riding Paul's dick while Sophina rode his face. As I heard the garage door open, I looked from Sophina to Paul to my living room and wondered; now what?

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