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From “Plate of Fear”

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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This is an excerpt from one of my favorite stories. I was stumped for a writing idea and I turned to one of many online sites that offer prompts–little bites to kick off a story. The random one I chose was “write a story around the phrase ‘plate of fear.'” 

Candace is a writer who has agreed to meet a rather famous restauranteur with a mysterious and intriguing background at his new restaurant and is quite swept off her feet by him. They take their coffee and dessert in his private salon, and she gets an in-depth look at the very private man, and gets–as the cliché goes–more than she bargained for.

*****

Ari stood over her, his fingers still glistening with her essence. She looked up at him and could see the outline of his huge erection straining against his trousers. He reached down and cupped his hand under her chin. Gently he stroked her cheek, then he ran his musky fingers along her parted lips. She could smell her own scent and she hesitantly stuck her tongue out to taste it. She did not stop licking and sucking his fingers until there was no trace of her on them.

When she had finished, Ari stroked her hair gently as one would a child or a favorite pet. “Now, my princess,” he said. “I will give you that which you crave.” Candace sat up on her heels, expectantly, her pussy humming in anticipation of his huge cock thrusting inside of her. “My manhood aches for you, my beautiful one. Will you release me?”

Candace knelt before him and gently slid his zipper down, releasing his bursting cock from it’s confinement. She stroked him gently, admiring the size of him. “Kiss me,” Ari commanded. She opened her mouth and took him in, the purple head of his cock stuffing her mouth. She took him as far as she could, opening her throat like a practiced whore and swallowing as much of him as she could. She grasped his rod with her hands and stroked him as she worked his shaft in and out of her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored him, tasting the hot, salty pre-cum as it leaked out onto her tongue.

He swelled in her hands, growing as she sucked and kissed and licked. He was moaning at first, deep throaty moans of pleasure. But as she stroked his cock and realized that it was getting bigger as she worked it, the moans sounded more like growling. She ran her hand down his legs and realized that his legs seemed stronger and thicker to her, and felt that they were straining the seams of his trousers legs.

Sure that it was her own lust deceiving her, but curious nonetheless, she opened her eyes. She looked at his cock and saw that it did appear longer and thicker and the head was more pronounced. It was also a darker, deeper purple at the head and even the shaft seemed to be blood red, as if he’d been recently sunburned.

Slowly, she looked up at him. He grinned down at her and she scampered backwards away from him, shrieking in fear. She scrambled across the thick, patterned Persian rug to try to get away, realizing there was nowhere to go in the small room, and no place to hide. She stared at his changed features and a scream of terror tore from her throat.

Ahriman laughed. He raised his hands and grabbed the front of his shirt and jacket. He pulled and the fabric burst into a cloud of flames in his hands and then disappearing in a cloud of ash, leaving the distinct odor of sulfur behind, as if a match had been struck and quickly extinguished. He did the same with his trousers, putting one hand on the each thigh and grabbing a handful of fabric. He pulled and another burst of flames and then—nothing. He stood before her, legs apart with his enormous erection jutting out from his center. His balls were as large and pendulous as a bull’s and they hung down heavy and full between his legs.

His skin was no longer a deep coffee color but burned a much deeper red and seemed to grow redder as she stared. His abdomen was deeply chiseled as was his chest. His musculature was carved perfection and he was as hairless as a marble statue. He was taller, larger, and broader, no longer a man but something created from much more divine stuff.

Candace stared at him wide-eyed, terrified of the creature that stood before her. His face had changed, taking on cruel, angular lines. His soft smile and gently flashing eyes were gone, replaced by a lascivious sneer and eyes that glittered cold in the candlelight. But most terrifying of all was the two large horns that sprouted from either side of his forehead and curled up and around his smooth, bald head into two sharp points that curled forward just below his ears. Ari was gone, of that she was sure.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Ahriman growled. Ari’s smooth, melodious accent and deeply timbered voice was replaced by a husky, growling, throaty one that sounded like it had never known joy. He ran his hands across the hard points of his eraser-tip nipples and down to his cock. He wrapped his huge hand around it and began stroking it, groaning at the pleasure of it. He laughed cruelly as Candace cried in fear and terror curled up on the floor. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” he taunted, taking a step toward her, cock in hand. Horrified, she noticed a tail sliding around his legs. It was long, muscled tail with a wide pointed tip on the end. He appeared to be flicking it around and the way he moved it as he spoke, emphasizing his words, reminded her of a cat.

Candace shrieked again and scrambled away, knocking into the low table and sending figs flying across the rug. “Tsk, tsk,” Ahriman scolded. “I was going to insert those into your asshole and suck them out one by one. Well, now they’re all dirty.” He laughed again and Candace’s blood ran cold. She spotted the knife out of the corner of her eye and lunged for it, but Ahriman used his free hand to merely point at it and incinerate it. “Well now,” he said, “is that anyway to treat a lover?”

Candace stood, trembling. She inched toward the wall where they had entered, not caring that she was nearly naked and that there was a restaurant full of people out there. Ahriman watched her, stroking his cock and playing with the strings of cum dripping from the tip. She pulled the curtains aside and recoiled from the sudden furnace blast of heat and flames that licked at her bare skin. She screamed again, and then closed her eyes tightly, hoping that she was having a bad hallucination or a waking nightmare.

When she opened her eyes, Ahriman was standing right in front of her, his grinning face inches from her own. “Boo,” he said and she jumped back so hard that she banged her head on the wall. She was too scared to scream anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just couldn’t resist. Mean, I know.” He raised a finger to her face and traced a line gently along her jawbone. “As much as I love this marvelous deer-in-the-headlights look you’ve got going on, and as turned on as I am by your precious screaming, I think perhaps we’ve forgotten our real reason for being here. Or it seems you have. Unless the histrionics were for my benefit, because I’ve got to tell you, they’re getting me rock hard.”

Candace shook her head. “Never,” she said.

“Come now,” he said. “A few minutes ago you were practically coming on my hand, not to mention the fantastic knob job you were handing out. If that cock-sucking hadn’t gotten me so damn horny, I might have been able to…let’s just say ‘keep it toned down’ and leave it at that, shall we?” He stepped back and gestured again at his perfectly formed body. “I mean, take it all in, precious. Can you tell me you don’t want to take a ride on this?”

Candace took a deep breath and looked at him. “Who are you?”

Ahriman laughed and crossed to the settee. He patted the sofa beside him but Candace stayed pressed against the wall. He shrugged. “No? Suit yourself.” He picked up a fig from the floor and blew on it. He bit into it and let the juices drip everywhere. “I go by many names…” He laughed again. “I just love to say it that way. It’s so…Old Testament.” He slurped at the fig. “Lucifer, Beelzebub, Old Nick, The Devil, and of course, Satan.”

“You’re the devil. The Devil.” she repeated incredulously.

“In the flesh. And then some, huh?” He stroked his cock again. “Sweetheart, you got me really worked up here,” he said. “Didn’t I tell you I’d bring you pleasure in ways you couldn’t imagine? Sure, I’m the Prince of Lies and all that, and yeah, I’ve been known to deceive folks from time to time, but I think I’ve already proven that I’ve got what it takes to make you scream my name.”

Candace shook her head. “I’m having a hallucination. Or a nervous breakdown. None of this is real.”

“Oh, it’s real all right. I’m certainly real.”

“You’re evil,” Candace asserted, and Ahriman laughed. “And you make people do evil things.”

Ahriman crossed his arms and scowled. “That is patently untrue,” he said. “Talk about lies. I have no power to make anyone do anything,” he asserted. “God gave each one of us free fucking will. I had nothing to do with that. That dumb bitch Eve ate the fucking fig because she wanted it. She just didn’t know she wanted it until I explained it to her.”

“You are the tempter.”

“Bingo! Score one for the little girl who learned her catechism!” he said sarcastically. He laughed a harsh, dry laugh. “You didn’t know you wanted to fuck me earlier either, until I showed you how wrong you were. That’s all I do, beautiful.” He stood and stretched. “Now, we came back here to do some nasty shit, and I’m all about making you want me so bad you’ll follow me to hell and back. He walked over to her and deftly inserted his index fingers under the band of her bra and with a quick tug and a burst of flame that Candace flinched away from, her bra disappeared. He looked down at her garter belt and stockings. “I think I’ll leave those,” he said. He slid his arms around her and his eyes glittered as he cupped her ass in his hands. “What do you say we pick up where we left off?”

He ran his hands up her spine and she trembled at his touch. Again, his hand twined in her hair, but this time he tugged at it, forcing her to her knees in front of him. He guided her mouth to his throbbing cock and thrust it into her. Candace gagged as he forced himself into her throat, but he held her fast. He held her head steady as he fucked her mouth and throat, and tears streamed down her face anew. “That’s really nice,” he growled at her, “but it wouldn’t kill you to at least pretend you’re enjoying it.”

Candace reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock and with a choked cry began to stroke him hard, and he stopped thrusting. She reached for his scrotum and cupped his balls, scratching at them with her fingernails and pinching the skin. Ahriman gasped at the sharp, sudden pain and then chuckled. “That’s a girl,” he said. “That’s how daddy likes it.”

She felt something brush against her thigh and looked down to see the tip of Ahriman’s prehensile tail disappear between her cunt lips. She froze and tried to pull away but he held her fast, her screams choked by his thick cock. He worked her clit with his tail as nimbly as he had with his fingers, stroking her gently but insistently until her muffled cries became moans of pleasure. She rocked her hips and spread her knees, allowing Ahriman to slide his tail into her aching cunt. Candace surrendered herself to the pleasure and turned her attention to his throbbing cock.

She licked his shaft like a giant popsicle, running her tongue up and down the length and forcing the tip of her tongue into his piss-hole. He squirmed when she sucked his balls and nipped at them with her teeth. As she worked his rod, she grew accustomed to the length and girth of it. She sucked him eagerly and as his tail fucked her to the edge of bliss, she wondered what demon seed tastes like.

*****

“Plate of Fear” is published in its entirety in Seven Nights, available for the Kindle, Nook, or in paperback.

Good Grades, Part Fifteen

04 Friday Jan 2013

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She made it to the end of the corridor before her calm resolve drained away. Her legs began to feel shaky and weak and the tears welled up, making the stairway shimmer before her. She made her way down the stairs as quickly as she could, holding tight to the railing and making for the large double sets of doors that would take her out onto the bright sunlit lawn and to the sparkling ocean that lay just beyond. Her head was down, her hand on the bar when the door swung open and she looked up, startled.

“Hey,” Zack said, his face breaking into a broad grin. “I was just coming to meet you at dad’s office, maybe see if you wanted to get something to eat. I thought I’d be early.”

Janie took a deep breath and tried to smile. “Y…yes,” she stammered. “It didn’t take as long as I thought…let’s just go, okay?”

Zack led her out outside and when the salty breeze hit her face, she breathed deeply two or three times. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes clouded with concern. He scowled and shook his head. “That son of a bitch. He said he wasn’t going to take this out on you, but I should have known.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When I got home last night, he was really mad.”

“Mad? He seemed okay when I left.”

“Seething.”

Janie felt her hands begin to shake a little again and she clasped them together tightly. “He talked to you about our meeting?” she asked, wondering how much Zack knew—or suspected.

“Not really. He never talks much about students. But in your case, he holds me responsible for luring you out of class and made it quite clear that not only would he not tolerate me missing my own classes, but it was unacceptable for me to cause you to miss classes. I don’t know how he guessed you were missing class to hang out at the beach, though.”

“He didn’t guess. He’s my academic advisor. He knows exactly when I have class and he checks with my instructors to make sure I show up for all of them.”

Zack let out an exasperated sigh. “I told you he’s a control freak.”

Janie put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I’m still struggling to bring my grades up to the point where I can graduate on time and he’s been making sure that happens. I knew he’d be pissed and it was wrong of me to skip class. I should have told you then.” She smiled. “But the prospect of spending the afternoon in the sun and the sand with you was too much of a temptation. It was my fault, not yours.”

Some of the anger slipped from Zack’s face, but his eyes were still cold. “I hope he wasn’t too rough on you.”

Janie felt her cheeks grow hot as the image of Dr. Gilbert’s hard cock flashed in her mind, and she recalled the look on his face as she said Zack’s name; he was rough, and he took her in anger. Zack’s cold eyes in the warm sun—father and son both angry—at her, at each other, probably even about things that had nothing to do with her at all. She felt a twinge of guilt at the complication. Zack was sweet and kind and gentle, and so easy to be with. He deserved her full attention, and she didn’t know if she could give it to him.

Why did it have to be his father? Her teacher and advisor—Janie knew it was wrong. He was wrong to cross that line. She’d been wrong to offer. She didn’t think he had any feelings for her besides lust, and she was pretty certain she had none for him, save a powerful attraction that distracted her at inopportune moments. She didn’t know what she wanted from him and had no idea what he expected of her. She felt all at loose ends. It was complicated.

“Jane?” Zacks’ voice cut through her thoughts. She focused on him again, and heard the hard edge in his voice.

She tried to smile, but could feel Dr. Gilbert’s semen seeping out of her. She felt the tears well up again, and before she could stop it, one escaped down her cheek.

“Oh, man,” Zack said, putting his arms around her. “I’m sorry. And hey, here’s the the thing about Dad: he’s a control freak and full of very specific ideas of how things should be, but at the end of the day…well, I know he rides my ass because he cares about me, and if he came down hard on you, he probably likes you quite a lot.” He wiped her tear away gently with his fingers and smiled softly at her. “I doubt he’d have been that angry if he didn’t care.”

Janie felt a cold chill run through the very center of her. As long as it was purely physical, it was complicated, but so far it was also worth the complications. The anger he’d shown: was it jealousy? Oh, that was going to make things way too messy.

“So listen,” he continued, taking a deep breath as if he was uncharacteristically worried about his ability to get his words out. “I was thinking of asking you something and I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it. It’s about last night.” He lapsed into a moment of his usual thoughtful silence. “We moved kind of fast, I think. I wanted you to know that I’m not like that.”

“Like what?”

He blushed slightly and Janie smiled. “I swear, I’m not one of ‘those guys.’ You know? I’m not a dog. I don’t want you to think that I’m all about notches in my bedpost, or that I’m just after sex. I mean, we got carried away and that was amazing and all…” He ran his hand through his hair and his cheeks turned a deeper red. “I would like to slow things down a bit and maybe spend some time…together. You know. Not just jumping all over each other at once. I’d like to take my time working towards…”

“Intercourse?” Janie blurted, and Zack blushed a deeper shade of red, causing her to laugh despite herself. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you.”

“It’s stupid, isn’t it? Shutting the gate after the cows have already been in the corn and all that…”

Janie hugged him with grateful relief. “Not at all. It’s sweet. Really.”

“What I mean is, I want to do it again—well, that did make me sound like I’m after all the sex, didn’t it?” Janie laughed. “I’m making a mess of this.” He took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is that my dad is going away for the weekend and I was wondering if you’d like to come over. While he’s gone. Spend some time just the two of us. Maybe spend the night? With me. I mean.”

Janie smiled. “Sure.”

Zack broke into a pleased grin. “Cool.”

Janie looked out at the ocean and back to Zack. His face was open and earnest and she couldn’t help but smile back. He definitely deserved her full attention and she realized a couple of days in his company without any other distractions would be just what she needed to help sort things out with Dr. Gilbert. She slipped her hand in his and they walked back towards the dining hall. “So, where’s your dad off to this weekend?” she asked, making small talk and pushing the events of the meeting to the back recesses of her mind.

“He’ll be at the Cape with his girlfriend.”

Zack’s words hit her like a cold blast of air.

“Girlfriend?” As soon as the word left her lips, she knew there was far more shock in her voice than surprise and way more than just casual interest, and quickly she added, as nonchalantly as she could, “Oh. I didn’t realize he was seeing anyone.”

Zack looked at her with surprise of his own. “Why would you?”

“Um, I guess I just never thought of him ‘with’ someone, you know?” Zack looked confused and Janie tried to smooth over her surprise. “I mean, you never think of teachers as having lives outside of class, right? Silly, I know.” She forced a laugh.

He nodded in agreement. “Oh, I get it. I guess I forget that his students see him differently than I do.”

“Exactly,” she said, exhaling with relief. Her mind didn’t stop processing the new information, though. “So, who does he date? Is she from around here?”

“No. I think she used to live here but moved up to the Cape a few years back.”

“Oh. Is it serious?” Again, she realized how intense she sounded so she injected some levity into her words. “I mean, are you going to be getting a step-mother that I should know about?”

Zack shrugged. “I doubt it. I’ve only met her once. He doesn’t bring her home.” He was quiet for a minute. “If he sees anyone locally, he doesn’t talk about it.”

“That’s…odd.”

Zack shrugged again. “Not really. It’s how he is. He’s very private. He never talks about anything personal to him. Hell, he could be dating someone right under my nose and I doubt I’d know about it. You want to cut through the grove?” Zack gestured to a thickly wooded stand of ancient trees that stood directly in the center of campus.

Janie nodded, fixing her features into a mask. Cutting through the grove and its prize collection of carefully tended trees from exotic lands was the sure way for students to incur the wrath of the head of the grounds crew and usually resulted in a dressing down from the Dean of Students, but the shade was tempting on a hot day and it was the fastest route between points A and B. Squeezing through a narrow break in the privet hedge that surrounded the grove, Janie and Zack moved quickly into the deep shade. The air was much cooler out of the direct sun, and bits of golden light shone through the thick canopy and dappled their skin. She shivered slightly at the sudden temperature change. “He sounds kind of cold.”

“Not really. He’s private, but very caring. He’s different when he’s in teacher mode than he is with me, and I assume with other people he’s close to. I know he and my mother were very close at one time. And I know she still loves him.”

“Huh.” Janie considered his words carefully.

Zack stopped walking. “Why the interest in my dad?”

It was Janie’s turn to shrug. “No reason,” she lied. “It’s interesting that I know him one way and you know him in a completely different way. I’m just trying to figure out how they fit together, I guess.”

Zack smiled. “I know it’s presumptuous of me, but I hope that means you plan on being part of my life. For awhile, anyway.”

Janie smiled and slipped her arms around his waist. “Yeah, I think so,” she said, kissing him. “If only because I love the way you talk.”

“I don’t see what was so odd about the way I said that,” he replied, nuzzling her neck. Goosebumps rose on her arms as he murmured into the soft, slightly salty skin. “How else would you say it?”

Janie laughed lightly and tipped her head, enjoying the feel of his lips on her. “Mmm, let’s see. Maybe you would ask me if I wanted to go out with you.”

He looked up at her, his eyes smiling. “Yeah, that’s what I said. I like you. Be my girlfriend? No wait—do you like me too? Check yes or no.”

Janie laughed. “Yes, I like you too. Silly.” She kissed him again, wrapping her hands around his neck.

His mouth was on hers, more insistent. Again, he smiled at her. “So, you wanna be my girlfriend or something?”

She answered him with her lips, but not with words. The encounter in Dr. Gilbert’s office swirled together with the reality of Zack here with her, now. She sifted out the images of a pristine office and angry blue eyes from the fluttering leaves and the sweet, boyish smiles of real affection. She knew what mattered now was the man she was with, and the way her body responded to his kisses.

His reticence told of his intentions, of his mind’s struggle to control the urges of his body. She could feel him holding back and it reminded her of his dad—touching her, tasting her, bringing her to orgasm on his own whim, not letting her take control or command. Not letting her give him pleasure, only taking it. She pressed her body to his with every intention of stowing and securing those loose, unfiltered thoughts away. “You don’t have to prove to me that your intentions are honorable,” she said, needing again to have Zack in her control, if only by making him lose his. “We’ll have plenty of time to take it slow this weekend, but right now, I really need you.”

She kissed him deeply, running her hands down his chest and to the waistband of his pants. She touched him lightly through the fabric, feeling his hard cock leap at her touch. “Right here?” he said, looking around them.

“Right now,” she added, leaning away and unbuttoning the front of her thin sundress. He watched as the little white buttons slipped free of their holes and the fabric parted to show him her full, firm breasts. He pressed his lips to where the soft globes of flesh overflowed the lace cups, pulling the stretchy fabric down and sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. She gasped with pleasure, leaning back against a massive chestnut tree and wrapping her leg around him. His hand slid up her bare leg, over the soft skin of her thigh to the round curve of her ass, pressing his hard cock against her.

She could feel him, hard and ready and she pushed him away enough to get her hands between them, opening his fly and reaching for him even as he slid her skirt up, exposing her panties to the slight breeze that rustled the leaves all around them.

She could feel the dampness between her thighs, and even as her hands found Zack’s hard flesh, stroking the shaft and smearing the first drops of pre-cum over the head, she smelled the funky, slightly bitter smell of semen. Her face flushed and her cheeks burned as she tried to put her leg down before Zack could touch her any further.

“What’s the matter,” he said, feeling her shrink from him.

“Nothing,” she said, bringing her legs together. She couldn’t let him find out the truth yet, and certainly not by discovering the remains of a torrid, tawdry display of power. Yet even as she closed herself to him, she felt that surge of power course through her again. She had made the great man lose control of himself, and a part of her she wasn’t proud of needed to feel it again. She had tasted the rush and she wanted more. She reached behind her back and snapped her bra open with a flick of her fingers, slipping the straps off her arms and letting her breasts tumble free. She ran her hands over them, lightly stroking her hard nipples and smiling at Zack.

Gracefully, she knelt in the leaf litter, flicking a sharp twig out from under her leg before sliding both hands over his cock. She kissed the head, running her lips over the sensitive skin and teasing it with her tongue. His hands were in her hair, tangling in her curls as she took him in her mouth, gasping with the pleasure of it.

Zack moaned as she sucked his cock, and she looked up at him, watching his face as he looked down at her. Her pussy throbbed with the thought of what she must look like to him, of seeing his cock slide between her willing lips, her bare breasts creamy and rosy-tipped. She ran her hands up his arms, guiding his hands to her bare breasts and pushing them together. She used her own hand to slide his wet cock in between them, making him moan anew at the sight and sensation.

She found herself considering the heat and pulsing desire in him, the hardness of his shaft engulfed in her own soft tits and surrounded by her gentle hands and welcoming mouth. His physical power and strength was no match for her soft ministrations, and as he thrust against her, the knowledge that his pleasure and release was in her hands was making her cunt ache and throb.

She watched him put his head back and close his eyes, his hips rocking as she brought him closer and closer to his climax. His breathing was shallow, catching in the back of his throat with each thrust, with every exhalation. She wanted to make him come, to taste his hot, salty seed, and she took him deep, running her tongue along his shaft as she increased the suction, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.

Janie heard the sound of footsteps behind Zack before he did.

“What are you two doing in here?”

Zack jumped and pulled his pants up, struggling to put his cock away before turning around. Janie covered her breasts and sat back on her heels. “Nothing.”

The security officer looked at both of them and took in their disheveled clothes and flushed faces and sighed with disgust, and, Janie thought, probably a bit of weariness at finding undergraduates in various states of undress in its secluded shadows. “This grove is off limits to students. It’s clearly posted. Now give me your ID’s.”

They did as they were told. Janie held the front of her dress closed with one hand while she fished for her student card in her bag, and Zack looked down at the ground while the officer recorded their names. As he looked at Zack’s card, his face sparked with a glimmer of recognition, but it passed as he scribbled on his pad and tucked it in his jacket. “Now out of here,” he said, hustling them through the large trees and over well-tended undergrowth until they came out the other side nearest the dining hall. Janie buttoned herself up and wriggled back into her bra as they walked, stealing sidelong glances and sharing embarrassed smiles with Zack as their diligent shepherd made sure they wouldn’t disappear back into the forbidden grove.

When he was out of earshot, Janie giggled, “We have a knack for getting interrupted, don’t we?”

“God, I can’t wait for this weekend,” he said, exasperated, the look of sheer discomfort written all over his face.

Janie laughed out loud, taking his hand and squeezing it. “Me either.”

From “Photo Finish”

11 Thursday Oct 2012

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This excerpt is from “Photo Finish” from my anthology of short fiction called Not Safe for Work. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. In this story, our innocent but willing heroine is being seduced by one sexy bastard. 

*****

He slid his hand up her back, under her long, dark hair to the bare skin of her neck. Her eyes closed and she exhaled as he ran his hands over the soft spot, goosebumps rising on her arms. “You’re really beautiful,” he said in a low voice, leaning in to nuzzle gently on her ear. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

She turned and sought his mouth hungrily, her sweet, full lips open and seeking his. He kissed her passionately, letting his lips tease hers and seeking her tongue with his own. “You’re making it very hard for me to be professional,” he said, his voice a half-whisper between kisses.

He felt her hand slide down between his legs and feel for him, and he shifted his hips so that his erection was more prominent. He moaned softly as her hands caressed him through his jeans. He ran a hand over one of her full breasts, cupping it gently and running his thumb over her hard nipple. It was her turn to moan as he skillfully manipulated the hard point, causing her to squirm in her seat and increase her fumblings in his crotch.

She managed to get his button open and was tugging at his zipper. His cock jerked with anticipation at her touch, and he forced himself to concentrate on her and not yank her inexperienced hands out of the way. He wanted to sigh with relief when he felt the zipper finally give way. Her hand was on him, grasping his shaft through his underwear. He put his hand on top of hers and looked into her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, not meaning a word of it.

“I want to,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

He smiled. “I just hope you’re not disappointed.”

Eagerly, Andie freed his cock from its cotton restraint. As her hands slipped around his cock and stroked him, he moaned with pleasure, half at the delightful sensation of feeling a beautiful woman stroking his rod, and in part at how ridiculously well the “I hope I’m big enough to satisfy you” gambit always worked.

He continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts, slipping his hand up under her shirt and sliding her big tits out of her bra. He pulled on her sensitive nipples, making her moan in a most satisfying way. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he said, his voice playfully light. “Because you’re driving me absolutely wild.”

Andie smiled at him, the words catching in her throat as he continued kneading the soft flesh in his hands and kissing her over and over. “You’re my first.”

Eric nearly shot his load in her hands.

“I don’t really know if I’m doing this right,” she confessed, looking into his eyes.

He reassured her, first. “It feels so good, baby,” Eric said, and it wasn’t a lie.

“I want to make you…you know…” she began, haltingly.

He forced himself not to sigh or roll his eyes. Again, with the stammering. But there was plenty of time to get her to begging for his cock using all the dirtiest words she could imagine. For now, it was all about getting that sweet mouth around his dick.

Eric took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. “You’re amazing,” he said, “and your mouth is so soft. Maybe if you kissed me…down there.”

Her cheeks flushed crimson again, and for a second he thought he’d overplayed his hand. “But only if you want to,” he added. “I want this to be all about you.”

He watched her reticence crumble as she slid off her seat and knelt between his thighs. He spread them slightly and adjusted himself so that his cock was out and she could get all of it in her hands. He twined his fingers in her shiny curls, cradling her head and whispering words of encouragement. “I want you so much,” he told her as she put her lips on the swollen purple head, his throat tightening slightly at the thrill of it. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

She opened her mouth and took him in, tasting her first cock. He gently stroked her hair, fighting the urge to shove her head down onto him and fuck her mouth properly. There would be plenty of time for that, too. “Oh, baby,” he said, “it feels so good when you suck it like that.” And like magic, she responded, sucking harder and taking him deeper into her mouth. “Oh, God,” he said, meaning it.

For a novice, Andie threw herself into her first blow job with gusto. A simple murmur of direction from him–“Stroke it…yeah…oh, just like that”–and she followed, as easily as she had taken direction in front of the lens, and she was becoming as adept at giving head as she was showing her cunt for his camera. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine what it would be like shooting her while they fucked. The idea alone was enough to cause the cum to boil up from his balls, and with a grunt, he shot his load into her mouth.

To her credit, she handled the unexpected mouthful of cum well, swallowing most of it and only allowing a trickle of it to escape her lips and run down her chin. When he caught his breath a bit, he scooped his arms around her waist and pulled her up onto his lap, wiping the bit of his jizz off her chin with his thumb. “That was so fantastic,” he said, nuzzling her tits and fondling her freely. “Before I take you home, I’m going to make sure you know how much I appreciate you doing that for me.”

He opened her jeans with all the practiced skill that she lacked. In one swift move, her zipper was wide open and his hand was buried inside her soaked panties, seeking her warm cunt. His fingers slipped inside her pussy, stroking her slippery clit and causing her to moan almost instantly. His mouth was on her large tits, sucking those big, rosy nipples and teasing them in his teeth. She humped against his hand, rubbing herself on him like a bitch in heat, and he fingered her skillfully, his fingers working her slit the way he’d worked so many before her.

He pressed his fingers deeper and deeper inside the tight confines of her pants, wriggling his fingers into her virgin tightness with every one of her thrusts. With a cry, her cunt let down a flow of hot, musky fluid over his hand as she came with her second explosive climax of the day. She shuddered around his fingers, throbbing and moaning and clutching him. “That’s right, baby,” he whispered. “Hang on to me. I’m not going to let you go.”

*****

Does Eric turn out to be her Prince Charming? You can read the whole story along with five other pieces of erotic short fiction in Not Safe for Work, available for the Kindle, the Nook, and in paperback.

From “Pottery Yarn”

09 Tuesday Oct 2012

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This is an excerpt from the story “Pottery Yarn”. It’s published in its entire long form in Not Safe for Work–a collection of my short stories–and in a shorter version in Cougars and Jackals, an anthology of short stories by different authors. Both are available at Amazon.com.

*****

His cock was hard and hot between her legs, and she could feel the heat of him through their clothes. Her own pussy was throbbing as she rubbed her clit against him and he moaned a little in the back of his throat. She leaned down and kissed him again, thrilled by the sensation of his big hands sliding over the soft curves of her ass.

She slithered down the front of him, running her hands over his body and kneeling between his thighs. With a flick of her fingers, she popped the button of his jeans open and slid the zipper down slowly, letting her fingertip wander inside and stroke him gently through the soft cotton of his shorts. His cock jumped at her touch. She put her lips to the soft cloth and teased him still more, opening her mouth and taking the head between her teeth.

He gasped with pleasure when she slipped her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slid them down, exposing his cock. She ran a finger down its length and he shuddered, his hips rising off the cushions in an effort to capture more of her touch, but she withdrew. “Down, big fella,” she teased and with a groan, he relaxed and sank back into the cushions. She lowered her lips to the purple head of his cock and kissed it softly.

She opened his fly all the way and freed his balls, cupping their weight in her hands and running her nails across the sensitive skin. Again, she wrapped her hand around him, letting him throb hotly in her grasp.

She lowered her lips to the purple head and kissed it with a touch as light as a feather. He moaned. She kissed it again, applying more pressure and letting her lips linger on the hot skin for a moment. He moaned again. She kissed it a third time, parting her lips slightly as if she were going to take him in her mouth, only to stop and draw out the anticipation at the last minute.

She tasted his precum, salty and slick. She looked up at him and licked her lips; then, still keeping his eyes locked with hers, she licked the shiny drop off the head, causing him to moan for a third time.

She kissed the head again, then lower, and lower still, leaving a trail of kisses down the hard shaft. She nestled her face in his balls, licking him there and sucking the loose, tender skin of his scrotum. She nipped at him lightly with her teeth, making him squirm—anticipating a pain that never quite came.

His cock bobbed in the air, eager for her touch. She started at the base and licked up the shaft, running her tongue up the whole length, enjoying it as if it were her favorite flavor lollipop. Again, she pressed her lips against the soft, swollen head and opened her mouth slightly. And again, she looked up and sought eye contact. As he watched, she took him into her mouth. Slowly, he was engulfed, his cock disappearing by inches into the warm wetness.

As he lay back and closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, she turned her full attention to giving that pleasure. She took as much of him in as she could before letting him slide back out, wetting his cock and making it slick with her saliva. She grasped the base of the shaft firmly with one hand and while the other stroked and fondled his balls, she slowly and deliberately sucked his cock.

She slid it in and out smoothly, pleasuring the head with her mouth while her hands stimulated the rest. He grabbed the edge of the couch cushion beneath him until his knuckles turned white as she fucked him with her mouth. He was moaning often now, and his hips squirmed uncontrollably beneath her. Her rhythm was even, her touch firm, and he could feel the pressure mounting deep inside him. He thrust his hips slightly with each of her strokes—a movement that made her smile inwardly as she could feel his orgasm approaching.

His mouth was open and his breathing was fast and shallow, and his cock was hot and hard as steel in her mouth. In a half whisper, he gasped, “I’m getting close…I’m going to come…”

She didn’t stop, she only looked up at him, and as he opened his eyes and looked at her, she made a noise of assent: a low, throaty hum that told him she knew he was going to come—and soon—and she was ready, willing, and eager for it to happen.

He released his grip on the sofa and gently put his hands on her head, weaving his fingers in her hair. She felt his cock harden slightly, and grow thicker in her mouth. His balls tightened. She took him full length into her mouth, sucking hard as the hot jets of cum hit the back of her throat. He was shuddering at the intensity of the orgasm and the sweet sensation of her hot, sucking lips.

As the throbbing subsided and his body relaxed, she withdrew her mouth from him, sucking every inch of his spent cock, and releasing him with a kiss.

She knelt before him, watching as he caught his breath and tried to recover. He opened his eyes and looked at her, and smiled. “You are amazing,” he said, his voice deep and husky.

“I know,” she said, rising gracefully to her feet, her breasts swaying as she moved.

*****

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In Him

20 Thursday Sep 2012

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The candles flickered and danced, casting light and shadow over her flawlessly smooth skin. Her bare legs were spread slightly as she knelt next to him, her plump thighs creamy in the amber glow. He ran his fingers lightly through the damp tangle of curls, teasing her with a whisper soft touch, watching as her full hips thrust to meet his hand, seeking greater contact and sighing as he withdrew.

She took his cock in her hand and stroked it lightly, her touch as soft as his, her teasing deliberate and slow. She lowered her mouth to him, pressing her lips against his cock. He breathed in deeply as she parted her lips with a soft click and flicked her tongue over the tender tip. The hard points of her nipples grazed his skin, making the hairs rise wherever she touched.

She took him into her mouth, wetting his cock and stroking the shaft with her hand. He ran his hands through her silken hair and tugged gently, making her moan and take him deeper. His hips thrust against her, fucking her willing mouth. He felt her hand slide softly over his balls, high and tight against his body, and her sharp nails rake through his thick hair and scratch seductively over the soft skin. He spread his legs slightly, inhaling sharply again as her strong fingers slid past his balls and over his ass, following the natural curve of his body to the sensitive, tight opening of his ass. Her cool finger pressed against him, massaging the sensitive spot. He spread his legs wider, submissive beneath her, watching as her head bobbed, her blue eyes looking up into his.

She drew her mouth up the length of him, letting the head go with a pop and with a knowing smile, ran her tongue down the length of his slippery shaft. He moaned at the feeling of her mouth pressed against his balls, feeling a shiver go up his spine as her warm breath stirred the thick hair at the base of his cock. She nuzzled him, kissing him, running her lips and tongue over him, nipping at him gently and making him squirm anew.

She pushed his legs apart and back and ran her tongue over his asshole. A shudder of pleasure coursed through him as her strong, slick tongue breached his opening and slid inside him. He grabbed the bed clothes, clenching the sheets in his fists as she probed him deeply, fucking his ass with her tongue. Her hand was firm on his cock, stroking him with deep even strokes that matched her busy mouth, and when she pressed her lips against him and sucked, he exhaled deeply, the only words he was able to manage was a breathless “Oh, baby…”

He wanted more.

She knelt between his legs and leaned into him. Her belly and breasts pressed against him and he ran his hands over every square inch of her. She stretched out beneath his busy hands as she reached for the drawer of the nightstand. He turned his head to see what she was retrieving, and when he saw the dildo grasped her fist, he felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

She slid back on her heels, running her lips along the length of his body, depositing kisses here and there, paying a bit of sweet attention to his already-bursting cock before leaning back and parting her thighs. She held the dildo like a cock—firmly, jutting away from her pelvis. The base curved upwards and flared into a thick, tapered bulb. She looked into his eyes and pressed the bulb against her pussy, parting the plump lips and sliding it against her aching clit. She teased herself with it, opening her legs wider so that he could see the deep pink inner folds shining with her own desire and passion.

The base slipped in easily and he watched as her cunt was filled with the thick base, spreading his legs unconsciously in anticipation as she held the long shaft that curved up from her curly nest of hair, looking so very much like a real cock. She stroked it like it was part of her, and he knew that with every move of her hand, the thick base moved deep inside her, and the ridges on the inside of the curve were rubbing against her hard clit. Without taking his eyes off her, he reached in the drawer and handed her a small bottle of lube. She smiled and let a slippery drizzle of it run over her fingers and the end of her cock.

Again, she stroked the dildo, making it shine, fucking herself with it. Her breath quickened, and she reached down with a shining hand and ran it over his ass. Her slick middle finger slipped easily inside him, making him moan. He brought his hips up to meet her hand, watching as a thick, milky gob of pre-cum oozed from the tip and caught in his hair.

She added a finger, widening him further, not satisfying him but making him ache to be filled completely. She stroked him slowly and deeply, seeing his need grow. His cock was purple and throbbing and he was afraid she was going to make him cum just like that. He needed that cock inside him, so he pleaded with her.

“Fuck me.”

She slid her fingers out of his ass and leaned forward, guiding the head of her cock to his ass. Her full breasts swayed as she teased his ass with the head, pressing against the tight hole and easing the head past the strong muscles.

He groaned as she spread him wide, opening his ass and filling it with inch after inch of hard cock. Her hands were on his thighs, holding him firmly as she entered him, sinking into him deeply, not stopping until he could feel her pubic curls against his ass. Again, he pleaded with her, needing to be fucked, wanting to see her tits bounce as she thrust against him.

“Fuck me, baby.”

Slowly she pulled out, letting him feel every delicious inch. The pleasure showed on her face as she moved; her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming faster. She leaned in, easier this time as the dildo filled his ass. Her hips set a steady motion, thrusting into him, her smooth skin meeting his with a muffled slap. Slap. Slap.

He reached down and grabbed his cock, hard and hot in his hand. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin near the head furiously as her speed increased. Her tits swayed and bounced with every thrust. She pushed his legs further apart, drilling into him as deeply as she could go.

He felt his body crescendo and with a soft grunt of pleasure, he reached his peak. The cum boiled up from his balls and spurted out in hot jets, shooting over his stomach and chest, and he exhaled deeply as she stopped moving, allowing his body to process the bliss coursing through him.

Gently, she pulled out, feeling him shudder with spent pleasure. She leaned back and eased the dildo out of her cunt and standing, walked up the bed and straddled his face. Greedily he pulled her to him, burying his face in her wet pussy, sucking and licking at it, making her buck and writhe. He held her hips and focused on her pleasure, working her hard clit like a tiny cock, using his tongue inside her in the way he knew she liked best.

Her juices ran down his chin and he felt a thin trickle make its way down his neck. She grabbed the headboard and cried out as he made her cum, swallowing hard and fast to keep up with her. She slumped beside him, spent and panting, and kissed the lips that were still shining and musky with her juices.

“Thank you, babe,” he said.

“I love you,” she replied.

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