Erotic – Hot Stories

June 13, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – “F” Is For Female

“Fuck me verbally, Noel”

Over the years I have been asked, occasionally coerced, to perform various tasks, deeds of valor or otherwise, Some I have elected to fulfill, others not, for reasons ranging from personal preference to circumstantial inability. Never though have I been asked, up until this week at least, to fuck someone verbally. That isn’t to say I can’t or even necessarily that I don’t wish to – it is simply a dynamically unusual request.

Now when it comes to fucking people, one has to look at the deed firstly in its most basic and in actuality, rather comical form. Typically, one can expect to find one (at least) rampant male, hormones in free-flow having cornered, subdued or in the worst-case scenario – paid for a women, in whatever circumstances have drawn the two together. Having most usually removed her clothing, or if patently desperate, simply her panties, he then pinions her to the floor, bed, wall, rear car seat or chandelier and inserts, with varying degrees of indignity, his vastly over-rated penis into that natty little lipped sac between her legs. Grunting, jerking, slobbering – more often than not all three, he will then rut away with completely uninhibited delight seeking to reach a chemical plateau at which point his DNA-soaked sperm jam up and jelly tight before crossing that bridge at a brisk pace, to the woman’s ovulation-freeway. It is this transitional period, the male finds vastly to his liking.

During the “fucking phase” men are not known for their literate dialog. How many other ways after all, can one express the notion “Oh yeah hun,” “Take it deep babe,” or “Ride my dick slut,” without resorting to laughable clinicisms such as, “I say Julie, would you mind awfully if I shoved my rather engorged penis way up inside your devilishly hot vagina for just a few minutes?”

So immediately you can see we’re talking here a whole new creative ball-game. When a girl says to you “Fuck me verbally please,” she is wanting “communicative purpose,” “depth of shared emotion,” “experiential guidance,” at the very least, some innovative and passionate appreciation of her femininity.

So too is she entitled to that.

Sex via the written word.

The quintesential chat-room opening “What color panties you wearing luv?” might be seen as an example of this. In fact, all this ever achieves is to confirm the moronic status of the male participant. Think about it! Its hardly going to turn the girl on is it? – she already knows what color knickers she has on. It’s like most every other aspect of male sexual behavior – geared principally to the achieving of his own gratuitous satisfaction. Egotistical endplay in other words.

With regards therefore to the young lady who made the rather poignant plea for me to “fuck her verbally,” this is the very least I can do. Now whilst this is in the way of a personal reply and I composed this for her specifically because of the wonderful person she is, I’m sure she will not mind if I add the comment that what I write has relevance to every other girl on the planet, uniquely desirable as every one is in their own way. No two ways about that. If it were possible, I would be there with all of you and I would love you all equally. If when you have read this and hopefully having followed my (deliberately) obscurely referenced byplays at various intervals, you then close your eyes, you will realise that in fact I am with you. I always was!

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How exquisite you are! Have you ever really looked and realised the privilege it has been to be born female? Tonight, I will make you more aware of this fact than ever you have been. I will bring you to to the gates of your own temple.

How did we arrive at this confluence in our lives? It doesn’t really matter does it? Merely that I am here and that I want to share a gift with you that so few understand, let alone respect.

Ahead of anything, I want you simply to be aware of your body as you read. Feel how snug your beautiful breasts are cupped in that little bra. If you concentrate enough you will be able to feel your nipples, even as you breathe. Besides their naturally intended use, they utterly define your femininity. If you feel like caressing them, please do. Imagine soft lips, whether your child’s, mine or a future lover’s, drawing down softly in what is ultimately, merely a quest for comfort. A flared memory recalled fleetingly. The protective instinct and cradled safety of a mother’s arms down through the ages.

Even at this early stage, the slightest of physiological changes are taking place in your body. Besides the slightest swelling at the base of your nipples caused by blood transfer, the imperceptible increase to your pulse-rate and the delicate flush resident now in your cheeks, you know even without the confirmation of touch, that within, moves are most definitely afoot to facilitate my participation.

Marginally unsure of exactly what is to happen, you sit there gazing at me – a little girl of eight, a nervous teenager, an adult female on the verge of a completely new discovery….a pastiche of all these. The only two things you sense with any conviction – that you are ultimately safe and that you want what it is that I possess. The key to your complete sexual fulfilment. I know not how or why I came thus equipped, merely that I did and that much like the full-moon itself, circumstances inevitably fall into a precise alignment that was set in motion long before either of us were born.

I want you to feel warm. I need you to feel wanted. You desire my intimacy just as much as I desire yours.

Simply looking at you is enough of a treat. I notice the little things. The tiny smile playing about your lips betraying in part your nervousness as well as your fully understandable pride in your birthright. It promotes also just a hint of flirtatious tease. I know it, you know it! The small lock of hair you keep unconsciously flicking away from your forehead, as if it matters! Your pretty feet, one shuffling atop the other now that you have felt sufficiently relaxed to give those shoes a miss. That you may or may not have loved another before matters but little. This is tonight. With me you are the breathless, incontrovertibly pure virgin you always were and in my experience always will be.

Your pupils dilate slightly as I kneel in front of you and take your hands in my own. There are so many things I could say, but words are superfluous. You know how I feel, you can see that in my own pupils.

My eyes caress you – from the curve of your breasts, a hint of which you quite deliberately permitted by your choice of top, to the flair of your hips and the hidden recesses between your thighs. You are not offended by my gaze as there is nothing to be offended by. Never was my glance lustfully motivated, simply steeped in appreciation and wonderment of so perfect a creation. Some of what I feel, you sense and instinctively your hand rises to your own breasts before you realise what you are doing. Swiftly you drop your hand back in your lap.

Even as the blush rises in your cheeks, I gently take a hold of your hand and raising it with fixed deliberation, replace it beneath your right breast. I encourage you to once again cup yourself and in fact cover your hand with my own. Together we begin to caress the softness that God has given to you and you let slip the slightest gasp. Watching as you rub yourself softly at the behest of my own hand I am totally aroused myself. More than anything I want now to suckle you and to draw your nipples between my own lips. How easy it would be……and how ill-timed.

Edging closer, I lay you gently back in the chair and very gently take a hold of both your legs some six inches or so below the knee. I feel, rather than hear the sharp intake of breath and the momentary expression of concern that flits across your pretty face. You make no move to either sit-up or stop me however and I am happy for the trust I know you feel. Inclining my head, I kiss your knees and am aware immediately of your pleasured wriggling. Making deliberate eye contact, I pull apart your knees but the slightest angle.

Sitting there, you can hardly believe the moisture that is gathering in the main assembly area. Your panties you know are now quite wet and you are embarrassed perhaps that I may soon make that very same discovery. Casting a momentary glance down your bra you are stunned additionally by the quite visible effect the escalating arousal factor is having on your nipples. This of course is an opportune moment to take a gentle hold of them yourself now and to further stimulate them.

Parting your legs ever wider, I can see now the silky-smooth skin of both thighs and the event horizon at which they disappear beneath the rather tasteful little pair of knickers curving down with such promise in my direct line of vision. I kiss the inside of your thigh as your increasing angle of incidence causes the hemline to ride ever higher. One can readily forget the square on the hypotenuse. It’s the sum of the angles on the other two sides that interests me.

I slip one hand up to the limit of my vision. So inherently sexy is the feel of a girl’s panties, knowing the prize they contain, that for a moment I am lost in my own little world although I do not fail to hear that delightful little gasp as you shuffle in the chair, instinctively wanting to push down between your legs yourself. I begin to set up an intense vertical manipulation, forcing the soft and quite obviously damp material well between the folds of those protective lips. Visually, this action is as stimulating as it must be welcomingly tactile from your viewpoint. You are quite unable to prevent the embyonic moan that now finds its way to the surface.

It is the right moment to tell you how much I love being with you and despite my seemingly disrespectful actions, I hold you in incorruptible respect. I hope that you believe me.

It differs of course from occasion to occasion but there comes an instant during any sort of foreplay, that signifies the point of no return has been reached. It may be the very first kiss, the first fumble in the back of a car – something as innocuous as being kissed tenderly on the neck just below the hairline. In our case, it was simply meeting. No way back from that eventuality.

The chair has seen-out its usefulness. I stand and offering my hand, take yours gently. You know where I must lead you.

Inviting you to lay down on the bed with me, I direct you to lie on your tummy. Typically female, you secretly enjoy my emotionally controlling aspect here. You know exactly how vulnerable you now appear in that position and it excites you. You wriggle slightly – nature at play – merely ensuring a continued biological interest.

Patting your bottom merely kick-starts the hormonal flow – for both of us! Before you can even think “I wish he’d stop being so damn genteel about this,” I begin to push up that inviting little skirt once more. At the point your panties are fully exposed, I think that gasp we just heard may have been mine! So hot do you look. So hot do you feel! Playfully, I sit astride you near the base of your spine and then slip my hands beneath your shoulders until I am able to cup both your breasts. No physiotherapy ever devised was ever thus so jointly therapeutic. You murmur as you hold your arms outstretched. “Ohhh that is so nice Noel!” Considering this possibly one of the greatest understatements of modern times, I nuzzle your lovely neck and just whisper how much I have always wanted you. You turn your head slightly – enough let’s say for me to be able to lean across and kiss you soundly on the lips. I’m not even thinking of you at that moment I realise. In fact, my mind goes back to my being twelve years old. Ages and continents apart, in quite another time, I remember suddenly poor old Mrs Cherry. I don’t even know who she was. Simply an unutterably old lady – completely infirmed and in her nineties. My Aunt had taken her in and cared for her many years earlier. She was in her seventies herself then. Once in a while I would ride my bicycle the few miles from my home to my Aunt’s house where I would cut her tiny back-lawn – little more than hack-it really, with a pair of pretty blunt shears she used to hang in the rotted old garden shed out back. She always gave me half-a-crown…insisted I should have it, although I had only gone there to help her, as she had severe back trouble and could not crouch down for long periods. Never did I fail to look-in and see Mrs Cherry in her darkened annex as she lay on that decrepit old bed. The little room smelled of urine and approaching death, and yet she would take my hand and smile at me. I loved her. This one afternoon after I had done what I could with the grass, I was ushered in to her room of faded hopes and dreams. I looked down as she slowly sought my hand and near blind now, pressed something into it. It was a two-shilling piece. No gift ever carried greater sentiment.

She died that weekend and it is only now for some reason that I realise, that but for the overlapping vagueries of time itself, it could so easily have been her lying on this bed awaiting my touch and maybe some physical evidence of the love I hold. Maybe you are her, and we are destined to cross paths for all eternity.

The memories upset me momentarily and I hug you and kiss you needfully. You turn over and cradle me suddenly. I feel like such a little boy. You ask me if everything is alright but I assure you I have never felt happier. It is the truth.

I have a pressing need to remove your top and for some reason you sense my urgency. You let me undo the necessary buttons and then shuck the thing off as I pull down your bra straps and reach around to unhook you. Free of social confinements the sheer beauty of your breasts stuns me. I am no longer the master of your sexual destiny but rather a student lover in awe of his beautiful teacher.

As my lips latch upon your nipple you sigh and lie back. I suck deeper and feel you pulling me to you. Kissing you becomes a desperate need and I whisper words that no literate script-writer would ever be likely to have penned. One hand follows the southern freeway, past your belly button, across the flatlands and clear beneath the elastic border. There is no toll to pay. The odd gorse bush is no deterrent and my fingers reach the fringes of Nirvana. I sense I am a welcome visitor and not waiting for an announcement, slip inside where it is so warm and accommodating.

Beneath me, your hips thrust noticeably upwards, meeting my own downward and gently invasive penetrations. I need to see that which I can feel. You need to show that which no longer demands to be hidden.

Slipping your panties down, I am presented with that supreme architectural accomplishment that I have seen and thrilled-to so many times before. Yet it is uniquely different – it is you. The balance of power shifts yet again. Your emotions peel back upon themselves and as you lie there now, a vulnerable and dependent little girl once again, I am Columbus, Genghis Khan, Thomas Edison, Euclid – on the verge of a new discovery.

I remove my own clothes and none too confidently at that. It is simply the unfamiliarity not embarrassment that impedes my actions. Divested of your skirt you are equally naked and both physically and mentally prepped for what is to follow. I am still kneeling there between your legs when I realise you have gently taken a hold of my erection and even now are lovingly caressing it along its length. Distracted to the point of feverish need, I manage to stave off my blindly motivated procreational urges, preferring instead to let you suffer the indignity of having to make the first move.

I am made to pay for my laughably ill-conceived arrogance. How like me you prove to be ultimately, quite obviously realising the emotional connections far outweigh the physical ones. As if sensing the impasse, we lay now facing each other side by side – neither with any sexual advantage. From this fully neutral viewpoint it takes but the simplest of shared impulses to set in motion all that we both want. All that we ever wanted. We kiss.

Those millions of nerve endings suddenly hot-wired and sending frantic messages to all points of the compass are but one aspect of kissing. The instantly opened-up two way passage of emotional feedback, the taste of desire, the starter’s pistol – all this and so much more.

Did I place my erection at those beautiful lower lips? Did you? Does it matter? As I push gently up inside you…..nothing matters, simply being there! I study your lovely expression as you open your mouth in silent ecstasy – feeling everything I am doing to you. I take a hold of your hips and thrust up..harder now. Your eyes begin to cloud over and the moans gain volume. I kiss your breasts as you now arch backwards providing me with complete access to your wholly erect nipples. It is like making love to a furnace I am in control as I must be and between the kisses you so desperately seek I whisper words of a language that offers no grammatical perfection, no right or incorrect phraseography, simply an open-ended dialog of impassioned communicative bliss.

With your knees as wide as you can comfortably spread them, I am afforded such penetrable latitude that already I feel the onset of rampant seminal marshalling deep down between my own legs. Your condition has deteriorated. If this continues you may well be on life support pre-orgasm!

I am taking you now so deep and with such relish that you have almost passed-out. Only the wonderful smile on your face betrays that you are still aware of your surroundings. Even as I incline my head and once again kiss those ultimately desirable lips, I cum inside you with the force of a water-cannon. I do not withdraw. Rather, I remain inside you, feeling my discharge combining with your own orgasmic fluids. What is perhaps the closest and most binding of emotions right now is the realisation that I love you.

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June 3, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – A Perfect Date

I hope there are more nights like this one, but a perfect date is a creature of luck, circumstance, mood, and moment — not planning. The twists and turns of our night were like an alignment of the planets: spectacular when it happens, but don’t count on it every time. I am sure that my lover and I will have many more wonderful dates, but this night will always be special. Very, very special.

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I’d been sitting in the lounge for about 20 minutes and had already polished off my first cocktail. The bar at Seattle’s W Hotel was a great place for people watching, but I was waiting for something more special than eye candy. It was my lover’s idea to kick me out of the room upstairs while she prepped for our first dinner date and I obliged, though I would have loved to have watched her dress. I ordered a second drink and glanced around at the groups and couples huddled in conversation.

There’s something about the W that just exudes sex. The lighting, the mood, the people. It’s all about fucking and making no apologies for it. I sat facing the lobby at the far end of the lounge, giving me a full view of everyone coming and everyone already here. To my right two delicious young women knocked back their second round and began scanning the length of the neon lit bar. To my left a woman wearing her little black dress inched closer to her boyfriend on the oversized couch as his hand began to run up her leg. Ahead of me a man standing at the bar moved from rubbing his lady’s back to slipping his hand a few inches lower and enjoying the softness of her ass through her long slit evening dress. There was a healthy tension in the air, but then she arrived, and the temperature was immediately hotter.

She walked with that amazing confidence. A perfect balance of seduction and class, of arrogance and humility. Her legs moved through the folds of the silky black dress revealing every curve of her thigh. Her arms swayed a little but her shoulders barely moved. Her breasts perfected her already flawless figure, too small to distract, but too large and youthful to be ignored. Her head was tilted slightly and she looked down as much as ahead. Her soft red hair fell upon her shoulders and shone brightly in the dancing blue light of the bar.

To put it mildly, she blew the competition away. The heads turned, and as is always the case, the women dissected her with their eyes even more than the men, who were now shifting slightly in their chairs. But her eyes didn’t stray, for as she walked the length of the lounge she looked in only two places: down at her path through the crowded bar and up into my eyes. I couldn’t help thinking it would never get any better than this.

As she neared our table I rose from my chair and held out my hands. She took them in hers and leaned toward me. I hesitated and just looked at her for a moment, unapologetically staring from toe to head, searing the image into my mind of the most desirable woman a man could ever want. She smiled and all I could muster was “you look absolutely beautiful.” Women are the more intuitive of our species. They often know things before they are said. And this night she knew not only what I was feeling — it wasn’t rocket science to read the look in my eyes — but she knew what was happening at the tables around us. People were wondering who she was, who I was, and what I had done to deserve a night like this.

She kissed me so softly it felt like two feathers passing in the wind. But she lingered on that kiss and a message was delivered with no words: tonight is our night and it’s going to be one we will not soon forget. Don’t rush it and your patience will be rewarded.

She sat down beside me and some normalcy began to return to the bar. I ordered a drink for my lover and we settled into the soft chairs. We were sitting so close our legs were pressed together and my arm swung around to touch the perfect soft flesh of her most feminine shoulder. I looked into her eyes as we spoke, and when she leaned forward to take her glass from the table, my gaze drifted downward, settling upon the most perfect breasts conceived by nature. If life came with a remote control, I would be hard pressed to decide whether to hit the pause button or the fast-forward button, to live forever in this moment of bliss, or jump ahead to the unknown pleasures which lay ahead. There was a lot of evening ahead, and my cock was already rock hard.

It had been some time since we had been together and the sexual anticipation was boiling through every moment. My free hand was soon drifting up and down the miniscule layer of black seduction that lay above her silky thigh. As the drinks were finished it was time to begin the second chapter of this fairy tale night. She had picked the restaurant, a five-star gem with amazing food, attentive service, and gorgeous views of the glittering lights of Seattle on this cloudless night. But I knew a taxi cab simply wouldn’t do for an evening like this, and so the stretch limo I had secretly arranged was waiting at the curb as we exited the W.

Her look was predictable. She had long ago given up trying to stop my occasional excesses in the spirit of romance. And deep inside she really loved it. She loved being treated with the respect and admiration she so richly deserved. She smiled with love and appreciation at this unexpected treat. Our driver opened the door and into the limo we slid. After the door closed and we admired the well appointed interior, I asked “how do you like the ride?” She turned to me and said “if you really want to know, it makes me want to fuck you right now!” I smiled blissfully.

We were less than a mile away before our driver heard the electric hum of the privacy shield sliding up over his right shoulder. Once secure, we turned to each other and locked together in a kiss of passion. It was an almost frantic moment of lust and desire. Our tongues not quite long enough, our lips not quite wet enough, our bodies not quite close enough. An explosion of impulses threaded into our very DNA seizing our bodies and making short work of our defenses. Every second pushing us closer to the climax of pleasure that we both knew would have to wait.

I dropped to the floor, kneeling on the plush black carpet and sliding my body between her legs. Her body was shielded by the thin black dress, her heavenly flesh protected and guarded by its stitches. The smooth black leather of the seat seemed to confer a power to her, a status of untouchability. Her red hair illuminated by the last rays of sunshine glinting across the waters of Puget Sound, she was temptation defined.

She looked back at me as the stores and cars and people and scenes of every day life glided past our windows. She probably couldn’t see the driver of the car next to us, stopped at the red light, as my head lowered to kiss the top of her breast. She gave no thought as to who might be watching as an expression of desire seized her lips. She cared not of the world outside the limo, as her eyes began to squint slightly and her teeth bit into her tongue, as my hands began to slide beneath her dress and probe her thighs. My hands found their way around to her incredible ass and pulled her forward on the seat. She leaned back and began taking quick breaths, more visible now as her reclined body thrust her breasts even more prominently to view. I leaned toward her until my hard cock, straining against the fabric of my suit pants, found comfort in the pressure of her pubic bone.

Ever so slowly I raised and lowered my cock against the perfect form of her feminine shape. My chest rubbing across her breasts as my cock teased her clit with each pass. Applying slightly more pressure I was rewarded her gasps of “yes” and her soft guttural moans with ever more contact. Our kisses were long and deep, our bodies both despising and ignoring the layers of clothing between us. And when at last her body shuddered, and the passion of her sex escaped her lips with a loud moan, I retreated and subsided.

As a kid I remember traveling almost five hours to view my first major league baseball game only to see the whole game rained out. I learned that true disappointment can be devastating. Such was the feeling enveloping my cock, as the limo banked smoothly into the long circular drive of the restaurant. The fulfillment of my pleasure would have to wait. But time was on my side and in love like life, what comes around goes around.

The Canlis restaurant is a Seattle tradition. Mixed in amongst the blue haired wealthy seniors are young professionals and wine connoisseurs picking from over 15,000 bottles. The mood is elegant and expensive, the food delicious, and the service unimpeachable. After a short wait in the piano bar, we were seated at a table with a couch on one side and a chair on the other. The flicker of candle light across the white table cloths completed the romantic view. The neighboring tables shared the couch and I caught the guys on either side enjoying a full view of my beautiful dates sliding her body around the table. “Enjoy the view boys,” I smiled to myself. If only they knew what they were missing.

Dinner was an exercise in patience and self control. All through the meal she looked at me and she often smiled the cutest most adorable smile a man could ever see. We talked so easily about careers, politics, life, love, and sex. And frequently when the subject of sex came up we held hands while driving ourselves crazy talking about fantasies, feelings, favorite experiences, and desires. The cocktails and wine were definitely taking their toll. There were moments where I sensed an awkward silence at the neighboring tables and I couldn’t help wondering if our conversation was being eavesdropped. If it was, I can only imagine how horny our neighbors must now be feeling. At one point I went to bathroom and returned to find my lover smirking as she quickly recounted how the handsome young waiter had flirted with her during my absence. I laughed to myself and marveled and how great this night was going.

When the check arrived I tipped well and called our driver on my cell. The limo was waiting as we stepped, well, staggered from the restaurant. I explained to our driver that it was unlikely I would remember to tip him when we got back to the hotel so I wanted to take care of it now. He appreciated my thoughtfulness as I handed him a hundred dollar bill and told him to take us “on the scenic tour.” He smiled and said he knew just what I wanted.

Once inside the limo, the privacy shield in place, our passion was again unleashed. But it was more powerful and more energetic than I ever thought possible. Hands were roaming and squeezing and probing and stroking. Kisses were rougher and driven by inner passions unrestrained by logic or rules. I paused only long enough to remove my coat and loosen my tie. But while I glanced over and caught a wickedly sexy look coming from my lover. She smiled as her hands moved quickly under her dress and peeled down a sexy black thong, soaked with her juices. She handed it to me and said “want to hold that for me?” with a cute wink. I let the aroma of her juices fill me with its intoxicating effect, then stuffed the thong into my jacket pocket and returned to our passionate affection.

Under the folds of her sexy dress lay her bare ass and pussy, waiting for the satisfaction of my hard cock conquering her with long, filling strokes of pleasure. As we continued to kiss, my hands found her hard nipples and pinched them lightly through her dress. She began to squirm with anticipation. My hand moved so slowly up her inner thigh. I have always loved the soft, sexy feeling of her inner thigh. My lips longed to be there in place of my hand. When at last my hand reached the top of the journey, she quivered at the first soft touch of my finger to her clit. I moved my finger lower, over the opening to her pussy and with the lightest strokes I could manage, began shifting the lips left and right, parting the petals of her flower, moving slowly deeper into her heaven.

Her lips parted easily in the wetness and warmth of her arousal. But I was surprised when at the last parting, leaving no flesh between my finger and her pussy, there was gush of juices onto my hand. I quickly spread this wonderful potion up the length of her lips and swirled it around her hard, straight clit. I gathered as much of it as I could and brought my finger to up to our kiss. Inserting my fingers into our kiss so we could both lick and suck and taste her sexy wetness, the passion of our moment was reaching a point of uncontrollability.

My hand returned to the paradise between her legs and I chose to torture her clit with soft circles of wet touches. Her hips gyrated as she pressed her ass into the leather seat trying to reach her clit upward, striving for the satisfying pressure of my finger’s hard touch. Finally I relented and began slow hard strokes the full length of her pussy, from the curl of red hair above her clit, flicking across the surface of her swollen button, down the wet parted lips, slightly in and up nearing dangerously close to her G spot, and down again to the soft flesh below her opening. Repeating this journey over and over, up and down, touching every millimeter of sensitive flesh. Her kissing was frantic, as though she could force her orgasm if she only kissed me hard enough. Her hand was desperately stroking my cock through my pants and the wetness of my precum was finding its way to through my suit. When at last she was near orgasm, I focused only on her clit moving in steady, strong circles with a constant flick of her clit on each upward pass. The end came quickly as she suddenly stopped breathing, froze as if electricity had suddenly replaced the blood in her veins, and then erupted in moans of pulsing pleasure.

I thought about pressing on, seeing if I could take things up another notch. But I became aware of the limo stopping, the engine being turned off, and the driver’s door opening. I quickly straightened myself as my lover pulled her now wet dress down past her naked pussy. My door opened and the driver announced that there was “a special view” that I might appreciate. We stumbled out of the car to find ourselves at a park high above the city, with the famous space needle backed by a million city lights all twinkling before us. It was breathtaking. We stood alone for a few minutes against the railing at the edge of the park. My arms wrapped around my lover who stood with her back to me, my hard cock felt strongly on her ass, as we took in the view and I hugged her and kissed that little spot behind her ear. It didn’t take long for our desire of scenery of a different sort to assert itself. We headed back to the limo and I politely asked our driver to drive us around nonstop for thirty minutes and then drop of us back at the W.

The long black limo pulled quickly away from the curb and we returned to our pleasure with full knowledge that nothing could disturb us now. My lover had a playful look in her eye and at the risk of subjecting my cock to prolonged torture, I decided to play the game too to see what would happen. I turned on the stereo to give us some background music. All of the interior mood lights were off, but no light was needed as the city’s glow filtered through smoked windows. Without warning, I slid off the seat and made my way to a seat at the far end of the limo. My back to the driver’s compartment, I sat down and faced my lover. The passing street lights danced across her silky body. The crystal glasses stacked atop of the mobile bar sparkled to my left. I didn’t know why I had moved here, but whatever subconscious agenda I had was soon fulfilled and surpassed.

As the seats vibrated with dull rumble of tires over the roadway, my lover stared into my eyes and the smile slowly faded from her face. She took on a new look. A hungry and seductive look. A cruder man would say she missed my body and was giving me the “fuck me” expression. But there was something deeper here. A need to please me and to seduce me to a new level of anticipation. A need to show me what I wanted and make me beg to have it. Without warning she straightened her body toward mine and her hands began to touch her body. She made slow circles around her nipples with her finger tips, lightly pinching at them and rubbing her unbelievably perky breasts. Her ass again slid forward on the seat and one hand began to drift down her tiny waist toward her pussy. This was not a mere show, this was the real thing. She wanted to please herself, but she wanted to please herself for me.

After a few moments, she looked straight into me eyes while she slowly and seductively slid her dress all the way up to her hips, revealing her gorgeous pussy to me in all its splendor. The wetness was visible in the glint of those passing streetlights. She brought her feet together and lifted them to one side up on the black leather seat while she rested on the center armrest. At this angle, it was as if she were a cat, lounging on the couch — only here the real pussy was framed by the whiteness of her amazing legs. If I had that remote control of life, I would definitely now be pressing the Pause button. My desire to whip out my aching cock and plunge it into this mysterious woman of unknown temptations was almost unlimited.

She continued to fondle herself, touching her clit and nipples, licking her lips, and almost always looking straight into my eyes. As guys go, I’ve got the whole self control thing down pat. But even I, Mr. Self Control, was about to go totally crazy on this woman. When she came, and her body sighed with the feeling of self-inflicted orgasm, she caught the change in my expression. As my hands had begun to unzip my pants, she let out a warning: “not yet.” There was only one thing that enabled me to heed that warning, and that was the knowledge that whenever I complied with her, my loyalty was repaid tenfold. But I had to do something. Sitting idly by just ten feet away from this icon of sexual perfection was just not in my basic genetic programming.

I slid down from the seat, crawled across the limo toward her, and kissed her again with passion and longing. Pretending I had some measure of control in this process I whispered a warning of my own as I nibbled on her ear lobe. “Don’t close your eyes,” I told her confidently, “and don’t stop looking out the window. I need you to be a passenger in a car. Make eye contact when you can. Look out at the world and pretend I’m not here.” She agreed without much conviction and I slid my body to the floor again.

Invisible to the increasing traffic as we headed back toward downtown, my head moved between her legs. She parted them as easily as I touched them. And while one hand wandered over her breasts, flicking across her now rock hard nipples, the other rubbed the soft flesh of her inner thigh as I kissed my way from her knee northward. The scent of her juices was overpowering and intoxicating. My tongue wanted to just plunge into her opening and savor each drop. Her pussy came toward me almost as fast as I moved toward it. I started by ignoring her pussy and just licking up and down to the sides where that soft flesh connects her pussy to her leg. My tongue flicked hard across the muscle just beneath her flesh. I nibbled and sucked on that muscle as if it were her clit itself, and her moans and twitching revealed both pleasure and frustration. As I moved from side to side I allowed my tongue to ever so lightly swipe the top of her clit, the result of which was like a shock to her system, which was already overloaded with sensitivity.

I glanced up to see if there was any hope that she was making eye contact with the outside world, but my hopes were dashed. Her eyes were closed and her head lay back across the back of the seat. Any passerby could only assume she was asleep, our more likely, having her clit explored by a probing, hungry tongue. When my tongue turned directly upon her pussy, the results were immediate. Her first orgasm came after just a few circles and tongue flicks. As my tongue made long strokes up and down her pussy, my free hand, moved slowly toward her opening, my palm face up and a finger extended.

My tongue gave way to my whole mouth. I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth with every ounce of energy I had. Her hair and lips and juices and clit filled my mouth as I sucked hard upon her. Without losing the effect, I thrust my tongue through her tightened pussy lips, subjecting her clit to a mixture of suction and pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt. As she neared her climax I allowed my finger to join the fun, with just the slightest contact with the top of her opening, just millimeters from where I knew her G-spot was hiding. The wave of orgasm swept through her once more, but this time I would not back down. I escalated her pleasure rather than letting the wave subside. I released her pussy but began to suck her clit in and out of my mouth, allowing it to scrape lightly against my teeth, which were opened just enough to allow its passage. Simultaneously, my finger finally pressed inward a full inch, then curved up and against her G-spot, which responded instantly to my touch. Though she had not yet completed the first orgasm, a second wave more powerful than the first shattered her senses and her legs locked straight as if every muscle of her body was seized by the pulsing pleasure exploding from her clit. As it did so, I pumped my finger in and out against her G-spot and sucked faster and harder on her throbbing clit. Her pleasure was nearly total. Only the inner emptiness remained.

For better or worse, I realized the limo was now downtown again and just blocks from the W. I returned to the seat and kissed my lover again. Her tongue tasted the abundance of her juices which still flavored my mouth. I straightened my tie and donned my jacket as she sat up straight and did the best she could to move her dress into the right places. My lover’s wickedly seductive smile lit up her face as she told me of her plan to “tip” the driver in her own way. I slid out the door and turned around just in time to see her naked leg stretched widely out of the limo, forcing her dress upward, and offering a view of paradise to the poor guy holding her hand. I can only imagine how much of the evening’s festivities were heard or seen by him somehow, but I have confidence he didn’t mind.

As we staggered through the front door, I realized the effect of the drinks had barely begun to subside. I planned a major assault on the feminine flesh clinging to my body as soon as we entered the elevator, but alas, we were not alone. When finally we entered our room, I knew my time had finally come. I walked confidently to the far end of the room and took off my jacket, shoes and socks. My lover began walking toward me, but then made a sudden move into the bathroom. I was disappointed, but understanding. Well, little did I know that her move had nothing to do with biology, for just seconds later the door reopened.

Walking toward me at this point was not the sculptured, classy, powerful figure of sexuality clad in the killer black dress I had seen in the lounge. Now my eyes were feasting upon my angel of pleasure, shorter without her shoes, clad only in the sexiest little thing Victoria’s Secret offers. It was light green, which contrasted so well with her red hair. The bottom was just a few strings, and the top was made of lace so thin you had to really try not to see right through it. Her white skin glowed in the moonlight that filed our room. Her walk was not the erect, confident stride that began our evening, but a predatory, hungry sort of walk. Glimpses of nipples, of small curls of red pubic hair, of soft flesh, of her delicious smile, and of that look in her eyes made me feel like the luckiest guy on Earth. Her figure was so perfect, her breasts so perky, her face so beautiful. When at last she reached me, she reached up and began to undo my tie. “Your turn” she announced, and I need no persuasion.

I stood in place as she removed my tie and shirt, smothering my chest with kisses while her hands caressed my ass and cock. Sinfully she looked into my eyes as she undid my belt, pulling it from my waist in one smooth stroke. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and then, with a look that said “can you handle it?” dropped to her knees. She removed what was left of my pants and underwear and my cock stroked the side of her soft cheek as I stepped out of the fallen clothing. She nuzzled my cock for a few moments, and then began sucking on my balls one at a time. She brought out her tongue and ran one long smooth wet stroke up the full length of my aching shaft.

I looked down at the scene, not quite believing what was happening. This woman, so sexual and so beautiful, was now taking the full length of my cock deep into her throat, grabbing my ass and pulling me in and out of her waiting mouth, the small red lips sucking and pleasuring every inch. Looking down I could see my hands unconsciously stroking her red hair. I could see her lips gliding powerfully on and off my cock. I could see her breasts, barely contained in the green lace, the nipples hard and anxious, pressing against my legs with each thrust. I could see her arms reaching around my body and feel the nails biting into my ass as she held me. When my lover knew that my eruption was eminent, she withdrew and smiled.

She stood up again and kissed me long and hard. She looked sympathetically into my eyes and asked “how do you want it?” Throwing any last vestige of courtesy aside I said, “kneel down on the bed.” She turned around and walked quickly to the bed and I followed behind, my hard cock leading me like a guided missile headed straight toward its target. She kneeled on the bed with her ass toward me, and I had yet another moment where I had to pause and just be amazed at my good fortune. There’s something about a woman who has finally and completely surrendered to your manhood. An asteroid could come crashing into the city and it wouldn’t have distracted her from her one goal in life at the moment: to feel my cock fucking her as hard and fast as I possibly could. Nothing I would do would be wrong, as long as it involved fucking my lover. There was no pretense, no inhibition, no rules.

I stood behind her, her toes curled over the edge of the bed. Standing behind her my feet still on the floor, I reached up and removed the small thong that shielded her from my attack. Then I stepped up between her legs and kissed her ass. It was so smooth and beautiful. I reached around and felt her hanging breasts, they were tight and firm. And then I moved my cock up to her waiting pussy. The head slid in so fast and easy, but was hard to withdraw. Her muscles were in control, able to let me in with ease, but pulling hard on my attempt to withdraw. I could see that this was going to be physical. I released the nipples I had been pinching as I leaned over her body and placed a hand on each hip. Well, I actually clamped a hand onto each hip. Her waist is so tiny I could wrap my fingers around the whole thing if I wanted. But now I wanted bones. I grabbed them and with one hard thrust, one act of vengeance for all the night’s tortures, I thrust my cock fully into the depths of her pussy as she moaned with delight.

I froze for a moment, savoring the muscles clamping on to my cock from all sides. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I said as my cock lay buried deep within her. “Yes” she whimpered, squirming her hips in a vain attempt to create friction or movement. My hands gripped her hips tight against me, her ass flattened against my body, my cock still buried to her depths. “Say it: say fuck me” I asked again. “Yes, fuck me!” she said again with pleading. And so it began. Without warning I began to almost violently pull her pussy on and off my cock. Slamming into her, using my arm strength to pull her tiny body forward and backward. Her ass made an audible slap sound against my hips with each thrust, as her breasts bounced below her. This was raw sex, well, this wasn’t even sex, this was not a moment of love or compassion or tenderness or affection. This was fucking. Hard, fast penetration. After a while I returned to reaching around to pinch her nipples between my knuckles while my hands grabbed her breasts. But my elbows were against her hip bones and my hands were grabbing her breasts tightly as I literally fucked her for my pleasure.

More orgasms swept over her, but eventually I turned her over and removed the last scrap of clothing still protecting her youthful flesh. She lay on her back watching me with a look of part bliss, part exhaustion. Kneeling between her legs, I bent over and kissed her while my cock found her pussy again. I lowered my mouth and sucked on her breasts and nipples while I began to fuck her clit with an up and down motion, my cock flat against the opening to her pussy. After a while, her desire for inner fulfillment again guided her actions. When my cock was down low, she quickly rotated her hips and hooked my cock so that instead of reaching high and scraping along her clit, it got caught by her move and plunged once again into her soaking wet pussy. We fucked for another while, with her nipples getting a lot of sucking from my mouth, and when again I approached my climax I withdrew.

There was no way one could know how many orgasms my lover had experienced on this night. But I knew I was still due my first and I wanted it my way. I told her to turn over on her stomach and the sight was one of the sexiest things I can ever imagine. Her naked back stretching from the soft shoulders adorned only with wisps of red hair to the thin waist, followed by the most amazing ass and those gorgeous legs. I parted her legs and she willingly complied. I kneeled between them and lay over her, kissing her cheek where the side of her head was turned on the pillow. My cock found its target, the warm crease of her ass. I pushed my cock forward and back a few times, almost asking my cock if this is where it wanted to end the wait. The answer was a screaming yes shouted through every vein of my body. I knelt behind her again and covering my cock with saliva, I pushed my cock into her ass cheeks, my hands squeezing the sides tightly together against either side of my cock.

She has a sensitive ass and the feeling of my cock gliding through her cheeks has always been a pleasure for both of us. She moaned appreciating the sensation of her soft ass caressing and loving my hard, desperate cock. My pace quickened and my cock grew even harder against her. The softness was interrupted only by the hard rub of her tail bone midway through each stroke. In no time I could feel the tingling, bulb of pressure sliding slowly upward through my inner channel. I squeezed her ass against me as hard as I could and then froze as my hot cum shot suddenly up her back covering her with my cum. I moaned and nearly collapsed with the relief and pleasure. All night I had waited for this moment, and I can honestly say it was better than I could have ever imagined. My orgasm lasted for a very long time, and after shocks rippled through me long after I had fallen to the bed beside my lover.

We cleaned up and lay under the blankets — tired, naked bodies intertwined and content. We drifted off to sleep with the warmth of our bodies and the warmth of our spirits.

END

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April 2, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – Ken & Janet

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Ken stepped out his front door, and raised his face to the sun to take in the warmth of its rays. He took a breath, then went to begin the task of washing his truck parked in the driveway. He went into his garage, and came back out with a bucket, and an assortment of rags and sponges.

As he filled the bucket, Janet, his neighbor across the street, comes out to her mailbox on the curb. She takes a moment to admire Ken’s calves and thighs, as he bends over in front of the spicket. “A fine, chocolate brother like you is gonna melt on a day like this,” she calls wiping a bead of perspiration from her forehead.

Ken got a kick of flirting with Janet, and got a broad smile on his face. He turns his head to her direction, “Well then, you’d better hang around to sop me up,” he winks.

“I just might,” Janet grins and goes back to her house.

Ken returns to the task of cleaning his truck, bobbing his head to the radio he has on. Janet attempts to return to the task of cleaning her house, but can’t get Ken of her mind. Usually, she flirts with him, and then goes about her business. But today she can’t help peeping out of the window at him. He had on black spandex shorts, and a white, Y-back tank-top that allowed glimpses of his sexy ass– no shoes or sox. He looked way too good bending and stretching in the bright sunlight.

Janet gave up on her original plan. She got a glass, and a pitcher of iced-tea from the kitchen, then took a seat on her porch to enjoy the show. Janet watched Ken bend over to dunk his sponge in the bucket of water. Then as he rubbed it against the truck, the water would run back down his defined arm, or splash onto the front of his tank-top. Soon, Janet could see impressions of his nipples and chest hairs. She lifted the glass of iced-tea to her neck, and let the condensation run down her chest. The drops running down her cleavage were a refreshing sensation, but not as refreshing as Ken’s dick would feel in her pussy – which was starting to “run” on its own.

Ken was aware of Janet’s attention, and he liked it. Whenever possible he made sure to reach across the truck, so that his tank-top would raise up enough for her to see his ass. In monitoring her reactions, he noticed she would shift in her seat whenever he did this. When Janet came out to get her mail, Ken noticed that she had nothing on under her yellow sundress – which was little more than a comfortable lounge dress to Janet.

Janet liked to walk around nude in her home on hot days like this, and threw on the dress thinking she would only be outside for a moment. But, the sun being slightly behind her as she went to the mailbox, Ken was able to easily pick out the outer lips of her pussy as she stood with her legs slightly apart. He wished he had stood up and let her see the dick swelling she was causing, but the initial opportunity had passed.

Ken put down the sponge, and grabbed the hose to rinse the truck off. But before he started, he took a moment t catch his breath. He noticed Janet pouring herself her third glass of iced-tea. “Enjoying the show?”

“There’s not enough flesh in it for me,” Janet called back with a grin.

Ken nodded his head, and swiftly took off his tank-top.

Janet’s eyes widened at the sights of sweatbeads cascading down his defined chest and six-pack.

Ken grinned, flinched his pecs, and started rinsing his truck.

Janet slid down in her chair a little more, and put the glass that she had been pressing to her neck between her legs. Her dress was between the glass and her pussy, but the effect was no less thrilling. She slowly moved the glass up and down, letting the cold mix with her own warmth. At this point, she really wanted Ken’s dick inside her – and fantasized about him walking over, burying his face in her pussy and drinking every drop of her. As she watched his back glisten in the sunlight, she moved one of her hands off the glass and underneath her dress. She cocked her leg to the side, and slid her fingers along her shaven pussy – spreading the lips to make soft circles around her clit.

Ken tried not to drop the hose when he realized what Janet was doing. He had driven this woman to masturbate, in the open – as cars periodically passed by. His dick was fully erect at the excitement he felt. He didn’t realize just how visible it was until that moment. He looked down and saw that his dick was pushing his shorts three inches away from his hips. At the front, left corner of his truck, he turned to face Janet’s porch – this gave him the best view of her. He continued to rinse the truck, but got so into what she was doing, absent-mindedly began running his hand along his dick.

Janet’s head went back, as she inserted a third finger. She lifted her head to see Ken with a handful of his dick, in plain view of anybody driving by, and started cumming. She sat up and squeezed her legs around her hand to intensify the feeling, but never took her eyes off Ken.

Ken caught himself before he came on his shorts, and moved his hand away from his dick. Several cars had gone by, one even blowing its horn, but none of them broke the trance Ken and Janet had been in. They were lost in a lust for each other that neither of them wanted to find their way out of. They had an unspoken agreement to let their imaginations run wild.

He turned the hose off, and went into the garage to get towels to dry the truck off with. He purposely left the waistband of his shorts below his cheeks to give Janet a clear view of his dimpled ass. As he reached the garage, he heard a deep, hard sigh.

He had planned to blow her mind by coming out of the garage without his shorts. But when he came back to the truck, his mind was somewhat blown as well as he saw Janet was walking up his driveway with a glass of iced-tea and a clear wet spot on the front of her dress. “I thought you could use this,” she offered.

He looked at her a moment, “I sure can.” He pulled her dress, ripping it off her sculpted body at the seams. After a look at her, he used it to dry the door of his truck.

The sun felt good on her skin, as she moved behind Ken and picked an ice cube out of the glass. She put it to the base of his neck, and watched a stream form and run between his cheeks. Then she bent over, and licked up his back as far as she could reach. She set the glass down and rubbed her hands across his back, then over his shoulders and guided him to place his hands on the truck.

She picked up the glass and poured the remaining iced-tea down his back, then pressed her body against his – reveling in the heat of their bodies, and the cold of the liquid. As cars made their way about their driver’s business, Janet turned around and pressed her back against Ken’s. She slid down to feel his cheeks on her shoulders and set her empty glass down, then slid back up.

Ken turned, and grabbed her hand that had been in her pussy. He sucked her fingers one-by-one – Janet came again standing there. As he slid the last one out of his mouth, Janet grabbed his throbbing dick.

Without a second thought, Ken open the front door of his truck, started the engine, and turned on the AC full-blast. He opened the back door, and laid the seat flat. He pushed Janet, got in himself and closed the door. Janet was on her knees facing the back window. Her juices were running down her leg, and Ken slid his dick in her with no problem.

“Fuck me, mutha fucker!” Janet ordered as Ken drove deep inside her. “You been dreaming about this pussy, haven’t you?! Fuck it, hard!! That’s it, mutha fucker! Fuck me, hard! Gimme that dick! Give me that big, black dick!”

Ken was sweating up a storm, but he didn’t care. He had wanted to fuck Janet from the day she moved in the neighborhood, simply because she was sexy. But hearing her talk dirty to him, was beyond what he imagined. He didn’t think she would be passive, but he had no idea she was this aggressive. “You want it? You want this dick?”

“Yessss,” she cried, “I want all of that dick, you gotdamn mutha fucker!”

“Then take it,” he grabbed her hair with one hand, and her hip with the other. “Take this dick!” The harder he pumped, the more she urged him on. He was pumping so hard they could feel the truck rocking. She put her head down to floor, and rested it on her forearm – which gave Ken deeper access to her pussy, so he pumped harder. He could feel her juice coating his nuts as they swung against her clit.

“You like it nasty, huh?”

“Yes,” Janet whined.

“Huh, I can’t hear you!”

“Yes, I like it nasty!” she screamed.

And with that, Ken shoved his entire thumb in her asshole. “Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Janet’s head shot up, “You bastard!”

“You like that shit, don’t you? Say it, say you love this shit!”

Janet did love it, but she was too far into an orgasm to say anything. Her mouth was open, but only unimaginable sounds came out. Her pussy was flexing and contracting like never before, and she tried to squeeze every drop of cum out of Ken’s dick. He fought it back as long as he could, but several loads of sperm shot deep into Janet. All either of them could do was hold on until their bodies stopped riding their roller coasters of sensations – which was the longest, most enjoyable 25 seconds of their lives.

Ken reached to turn the AC and engine off, then got out of the truck and went into the garage. Janet stepped out of the truck, picked her dress and glass off the ground, and crossed the street back to her home just as Ken’s wife pulled into the driveway. Ken, with his shorts on, came out of the garage just in time to lift his daughter into his arms, “I missed you, baby!”

“Where were you just now?” Sam asks coming downstairs from the bedroom.

“Across the street, finding out what Theresa was going to get into today. You want something to eat, honey?” Janet asks as she tightens her silk robe and goes to kitchen to fix her husband’s breakfast.

END

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