2011 Big Book of Smut
Multiple Authors
December 2011
Published by i heart Smut. Copyright, Cheri Verset, Polly J Adams, Malia Mallory, Rachel Boleyn, Gia Blue, Kelly Haven, Saffron Sands, Alessia Brio, Meghan Boehners, Jean-Luc Cheri, Mary Chi, Eve Rivers, Alexandra West, Jasmine Dayne, Giselle London, Carl East, Marie Shore, Kitty Fine, Lea Fox, Sophia Vale, Lola Swain, Katie Cramer, Raquel Rogue. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be sreproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.
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Gia Blue
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
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Welcome to the first annual, Big Book of Smut. Some of today’s top erotica authors have written lovely, dirty stories for your reading pleasure. So, sit back, relax and enjoy our naughty, naughty words.
Table of Contents (In Alphabetical Order by Title & Appearance)
A Christmas Carol Gangbang – Cheri Verset
A Private Party – Polly J Adams
C is for Cock Ring – Malia Mallory
Confessions of a Sex Addict – Rachel Boleyn
Diary of a Nympho: Special Delivery – Kelly Haven
Frozen Delight – Saffron Sands
Pegging the Boss – Meghan Boehners
Rest Stop Surprise – Jean-Luc Cheri
Santa’s Daisy Chain – Mary Chi
Sarah Gets Tied Up on the Way to Work – Eve Rivers
Spanked by Her Student – Sasha Storm
The Accidental Stripper – Jasmine Dayne
The Exhibitionist’s Fantasy – Giselle London
**Daddy Stories are NOT for the Faint of Heart**
Daddy Likes to Spank! – Lea Fox
Daddy’s Hot Brother – Sophia Vale
Daddy’s Little Doll – Lola Swain
Daddy’s Naughty Girl – Audri London
Daddy’s Watching – Katie Cramer
Going Down On Daddy – Raquel Rogue
A Christmas Carol Gangbang – Cheri Verset
Michael came back from his lunch break and checked his breath against the palm of his hand as he walked in the building. Satisfied the breath mint was doing its job, he took a deep breath and headed for the front desk. Relax, he told himself. You’re only about to risk total humiliation.
He fidgeted as he waited for the receptionist to look up. He’d been working at the Buffalo branch office for a month and the sight of Carol was the only thing that kept him from going insane. She was young and blond and absolutely gorgeous.
“Yes?” she asked, finally looking up.
“Oh, yes... hi.”
“Hey.”
“Uh...”
“Can I help you?”
“Well, I thought... I was wondering... Uh, what are you doing tonight?”
“Coming back here for the Christmas party, like everybody else.”
“Right, yes, of course. You see, I was wondering... I was hoping that maybe... I thought possibly we could go together.”
She smiled good-naturedly the way a kindergarten teacher did so after a child brought her a bad drawing. “That’s sweet, Mark.”
“Michael. My name is Michael.”
“I usually go to these things alone. Maybe some other time, okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
He put on a brave face, smiled, and took his leave. Another reason to hate Buffalo.
* * *
By eight o’clock the party was in full swing. The employees were half drunk and the saxophone-heavy Darlene Love Christmas songs kept people dancing. Michael had moved from the cheap box wine to neat tequila. Human Resources Jason -- so-called to distinguish him from Accounting Jason -- slapped a hand on Michael’s shoulders.
“Is this a great party, or what?”
“Whatever.”
It would have been so much better with Carol on his arm. He’d been watching her for an hour from across the room. She wore a tight-fitting white dress and seemed to be having fun joking with the secretaries.
“Whatever? What are you talking about? We throw the best parties in Buffalo.”
“When I used to work for Google out West, we once had Bon Jovi play our Christmas party. There was a raffle every hour and first prize was a Jaguar. Excuse me if I’m not enthused about your cassette tape player and Costco liquor.”
“We actually went all out this year, so consider yourself lucky the CEO flew in from Pittsburgh to join our shindig.”
They both turned toward the 50-year-old across the room. Next to him was his silver-haired wife who spoke graciously to everyone. Suddenly, sales director Charlie went to speak in the man’s ear. Moments later, the two men joined the regional manager Dirk by the water cooler. They spoke in hushed tones before disappearing in the latter’s corner office.
“So much for the party,” Michael said. “Kind of defeats the purpose if they’re gonna talk business all night.”
His bad mood was compounded when he saw Carol leave the secretaries and join the men in the office. Michael was sincerely disappointed. Here was a beautiful woman, an underpaid receptionist at that, who was forced to work in the middle of a Christmas party.
He heard Jason talk about transforming leading-edge infomediaries or envisioneering integrated niches or some other meaningless bullshit. He wasn’t paying attention. All he wanted was to figure out a way to get closer to Carol. He’d never been so attracted to someone.
“And that’s when I told that Poughkeepsie douchebag that if he wants to utilize next-generation metrics he better come up with a proper way to disintermediate granular deliverables.” Jason stopped talking and looked at his colleague. “Earth to Michael, anybody copy?”
“What the hell are they doing in there? It’s two days to Christmas, everybody’s closed. They can’t possibly be doing business tonight.”
Michael noticed the other man smirk. “What?”
“I was gonna keep this as a surprise for later.”
“What?”
“This had to be cleared with Charlie, Dirk, and the CEO, you understand? This is kind of your Christmas bonus.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Jason?”
“You have to promise not to freak out. And, if for some reason you do, you have to promise to keep your mouth shut.”
“What...”
“Promise.”
Michael paused. He really didn’t understand anything but he was too curious to prolong the mystery any longer. “I promise.”
“Okay, follow me.”
Jason led the way to the corner office and stopped. He looked at the merrymaking crowd; no one was paying attention to him and his coworker. He knocked. They heard footsteps and the door was cracked open about an inch. Charlie’s eyes stared back at them.
“You’re early.”
“I have an eager friend.”
The sales director hesitated and finally opened the door completely to let the two young men in. He hurriedly closed the door behind him and locked it. The room was about 20 feet square. There was a mahogany desk on one side and the rest of the space was set up as a small lounging area with couches and armchairs.
Michael’s eyes widened in shock when he saw exactly what kind of work was being performed in this office. Carol was on her knees next to the desk and she had Dirk and the CEO’s dick in her hands.
“Mind if we join you?” Jason asked.
He didn’t wait for a reply. He quickly removed his jacket and loosened his tie. He walked to the threesome and on the way took out his limp cock through the fly. He stroked himself as he watched the receptionist take the CEO into her mouth, sucking him gently.
Charlie noticed Michael’s astonished expression. “It’s a time-honored tradition around here. That girl’s been doing that for the last five years. We call her Christmas Carol.”
“You pay her for that?”
“The way it started, five years ago we had this rep who didn’t want to come stag to the party so he hired a hooker. We all had too much booze, our wives were checking out kitten videos on YouTube, and things got wild. The girl got hot and we wound up having ourselves a little party or our own, if you know what I mean.”
“An orgy?”
“Well, technically an orgy has more than one chick. Anyway, Carol turned out to be a real nice girl and we gave her a permanent job. We’ve had a Christmas gangbang every year since. Like I said, it’s a tradition. For the last two years, the CEO has been flying in just for this. Awesome networking opportunity. Come and get in on this.”
He motioned for Michael to follow him and positioned himself next to the other guys, waiting to get stroked, sucked, and pleasured.
Michael took his time to join the others. His eyes were riveted to the scene before him. Carol sat on her haunches while sucking on Dirk’s crown. Her two hands were busy jacking off the two other men.
When Charlie got there, he got on his knees next to her. His hands went straight for her chest where he played with her slightly pendulous natural boobs which were hanging out of her dress. He kissed her shoulders while he continued massaging her.
“Lick my balls, will you, sweetheart?”
She turned to the CEO. “My pleasure, Mr. Foster.”
“Please, call me Grover.”
She lifted his cock and continued jerking him up and down as she nibbled on his nuts. Her tongue swirled around his scrotum, applying just the right amount of pressure to provide pleasure and yet avoiding pain.
Since Dirk wasn’t being taken care of anymore, he got on the floor next to Charlie and suckled her left breast. Michael thought it was a little weird to see two grown men sitting on the ground sucking on a girl’s tits in tandem.
Still, he found himself getting hard.
Carol suddenly looked at him and for moment he thought he saw her smile around his boss’s dick. This was encouragement enough and he began removing his clothes. For a split second he panicked at the thought of sporting an erection around other men. Hell, it had taken him years just to get changed at the public pool. But the scene was just too hot for inhibitions.
“Go lie down on the desk, sweetheart.”
The CEO helped her up and as soon as she was on her feet four hands got busy disrobing her. Before long she was completely naked. Michael gasped at her incredibly slender figure. She was breathtaking.
The receptionist went to the empty desk and, as ordered, lied back on the cool mahogany. Charlie headed directly between her legs. A part of him told him he should have let his boss get first dibs but this was a dog-eat-dog corporate world and pussy was a valuable commodity. He sat in the black leather swivel chair and went about eating that delicious cooze.
Carol was lying a little askew on the desk. This way she could easily fit one man on each side so she could masturbate them. Her head was hanging off the desk and Dirk saw that as an opportunity. He tilted her head back and when she opened her mouth he shoved his cock into it. He held her tightly and proceeded to boldly fuck her face.
It was rough but the tongue wiggling between her folds provided so much pleasure that she didn’t care. She moaned as the meat was stuffed down her throat and at the same time she never stopped tugging on the cocks in her hands.
“If you’re not gonna fuck her, Charlie, get outta the way.”
Not willing to let the opportunity pass him by, the sales director straightened up and scooted forward. He unceremoniously aimed his prick at the wet pussy and pushed it in.
Michael grew concerned when the girl’s moan got a little more high-pitched but he soon realized she was feeling nothing but pleasure. His own manhood was stiff and jealous of the other men. However, he was still too dazed to actively participate. He stroked himself absentmindedly.
“Jesus, her little cunt feels so good.”
Carol pulled on the two penises she was holding until their owners had no choice but to follow her hands. She led them until all three cocks were touching her mouth. Dirk got the message and stopped face-fucking her. For the next several minutes, she went about licking the three cock heads, going from one to the other without any discernible order.
She continued jerking them at the same time and sometimes their members touched each other by mistake. It gave her a secret thrill to see them get uncomfortable but being too chicken to do anything about it.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Charlie stiffened and spewed deeply into the receptionist, continuing to thrust as he did so. Once his balls were empty, he pulled out of her.
“That was awesome. Thanks, doll. So who wants my sloppy seconds?”
“Shit, I’ll do it,” Jason announced.
He pulled away from her face and switched places with Charlie. He positioned himself at her entrance and rammed into her. He felt the warm jizz of his colleague immediately clinging to his shaft but he made abstraction of it. The snugness of her pussy trumped everything else. He placed her legs over his shoulders and got a nice rhythm going.
The CEO gazed at Michael. “Hey you, are you a fag?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, prove it then. Come and join us.”
“Yes, sir.”
Michael approached timidly. Carol let go of everyone else, lifted herself sideways, and dove for his rod. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and took him into her hot mouth. She made twisting motions while sucking on his flesh. He had never felt this good in his life.
“Oh,” Charlie exclaimed. “I think Carol has a new favorite!”
The guys laughed around him but Michael didn’t hear any of it. Watching the woman of his dreams blowing him -- no, making love to his cock -- was so overwhelming that everything else faded.
“You ready for my load?” Jason asked.
He didn’t wait for an answer. He doubled speeds and plowed through her swollen snatch. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass was ubiquitous in the room.
“Here it comes, get ready!”
And with that, he threw his head back while his dick erupted, shooting his thick jizz straight into her womb where it mixed with Charlie’s. He thrust slowly, milking the last drops out of himself and ultimately pulled out.
Carol felt herself filled with their man-juice and yet empty. It was always like this when a man pulled out of her. It was almost disappointing. But she had an idea.
She let go of the various penises and sat up. She quickly slid off the desk and placed her hand at her pussy. The five men were frozen and stared in both puzzlement and anticipation.
After a few seconds, everyone saw semen dripping out into her hand. Once she collected it all, she brought it up to her face, and looked at everyone to make sure she had their attention. She licked the gooey cream off her hand and smacked her lips in satisfaction.
“I want more.”
The CEO stepped forward. “I’m next.”
“Of course you are, Grover. But you know what? You’re all next. Together.”
Carol walked to the open space between the desk and the lounging area, bringing the CEO with her. She motioned for him to lie down on the carpet and he complied silently.
“Are we doing the turkey stuffing like last year?” Dirk asked.
“You betcha!”
“Awesome, but this year I get the ass.”
The receptionist straddled the CEO. The latter had a goofy smile on his face as she took hold of him and guided him into her scorching pussy. She sank down until he was wholly buried into her.
Right then, Dirk went behind the couple and right away he started to play with her rosebud, stretching her back hole until she was loose enough to accommodate his size. He spat on her butt, scooped up the saliva, and used this lubricant to finger her rapidly.
“Come on,” she urged the three others.
They came forward and when Charlie took the middle spot hoping to get blown, she pushed him sideways. She made a come-hither gesture to Michael. It was him she wanted to take into her mouth.
Michael stood with his feet by his boss’s head and forgot about the world around him when her soft mouth wrapped around his glans. Her tongue created just the right amount of friction and she bobbed on him languorously.
Her hands were busy stroking his two colleagues. Despite having ejaculated recently, they were both hard again. Jason’s hands were clasped behind his back while Charlie played with his own balls.
Carol closed her eyes when she felt Dirk enter her ass. Her ring glided smoothly along his cock and she already felt a profound heat starting to build in her belly. The man grabbed her hips and fucked her ass shamelessly.
She moaned around Michael’s dick. The feeling of being filled to the brim in every orifice was driving her wild. She moved her hips with abandon, impaling herself on the CEO and hoping everyone could cum at the same time, her included. To achieve her goal she accelerated all her movements: her mouth, her tongue, her hands, her hips.
“Slow down, Carol,” Michael ordered. “Slow down, I’m gonna cum.”
She did the opposite and went even faster. She looked up at him and braced herself for his sweet reward. His features hardened and she felt his cock grow in her mouth.
“Here it comes!”
Without further warning, he shot his seed down her throat. She swallowed hungrily, not wanting to miss a drop. She kept sucking him hoping there would be more, hoping she could cum already.
“My turn!” the CEO groaned below her.
Before she could react, she felt him spurt inside of her. His jets were weak and did nothing to trigger her own orgasm. She tried to continue fucking him but he grew soft almost instantly afterwards.
Going on in this position would quickly get unpleasant for both of them. Disappointed but ever the trooper, Carol moved forward until Dirk slipped out of her ass and then turned around. She sat back on her haunches and made a show of playing with her pussy.
Jason, Charlie and Dirk came closer while jacking themselves off. It was obvious this was the big finale and they were going to have to take care of themselves. No one cared. She was so hot, such a dirty little slut playing with herself like this, her fingers plunging into her sloppy pussy.
Dirk was the first one to reach the point of no return. He stiffened, aimed his shaft down, and sprayed her tits with his white cream. He stroked himself until there was nothing left to give.
“Yeah, who’s next? Who’s going to cum over my big tits?”
The site of another man ejaculating was more erotic than Charlie would’ve thought. His balls contracted and without notice he exploded onto the receptionist, giving her a pearl necklace.
As soon as he was done, Jason moved ahead. With one hand he tugged on his rod while the other played with his balls. He closed his eyes, thought about the amazing feeling of earlier as he fucked her already full cunt. All of a sudden, his jizz shot out like a geyser, landing on her face, glazing her skin like a porn star.
Carol looked at the five men who stared at her. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm herself, she just wasn’t close enough. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked the juices off.
For long seconds nobody made any major movement. Carol lazily massaged the cum into the skin of her cheeks, her neck, and her breasts. Meanwhile, the men caught their breath while watching her, while jerking their deflating cocks. At last, the CEO exhaled loudly before clapping his hands together.
“Wooo, that was fun! Now I better go back to my wife before I’m gone long enough for her to nag me about it for the next two months.”
Everybody but Michael went to the pile of discarded clothes where they quickly got dressed. For this part, Michael just stared at the receptionist. Even with her disheveled hair and frosted face she was gorgeous.
After a moment, he reached for a box of tissues on the desk and handed it to her. She took it with a smile and proceeded to wipe off the spunk off her hands.
“It’s been fun, boys and girls,” Grover said before turning to the woman. “You, young lady, you were spectacular. I hope we can do it again soon.”
“Merry Christmas.”
The three dressed men headed out of the office. Michael extended a hand and helped Carol to her feet.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“I’m just gonna go take a shower, okay?” She pointed to the regional manager’s private bathroom.
“Sure. I’ll see you by the water cooler.”
“Actually, you think you can wait for me here? I won’t be long.”
“Oh, okay, no problem.”
She smiled at him, grabbed her clothes as well as her purse, and disappeared into the bathroom. Slowly getting dressed, Michael didn’t know what to think. On the one hand, he’d been absolutely flabbergasted by having discovered his coworker -- his goddamn CEO! -- involved in a gangbang. On the other hand, he’d finally been able to get up close and personal with the woman of his dreams.
He stuffed his shirt down his pants, zipped up, and put on his tie loosely. He didn’t bother wearing his jacket. He found his boss’s sideboard and poured two drinks from a crystal decanter. He brought them back to the lounging area and sank into a couch.
He heard the shower go off. Five minutes later Carol came out. She was fully dressed and had even managed to repair her hairdo. She joined him and sat next to him. She beamed when he handed her a glass.
“Sorry, no ice.”
They drank silently. It turned out to be brandy.
“Do you think less of me now because of what we did here?”
“What? No!”
“Then are you gonna ask me out again?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you’re gonna say yes this time.”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “I’ll say yes.”
“You don’t even know the specifics.”
“Doesn’t matter, the answer is yes anyway.”
She pressed her body against his and kissed him. Her lips were soft and moved deliberately. He kissed her back with mounting hunger and before long he couldn’t keep himself from stroking her soft neck. They took a break, set their drinks down, and smiled to each other. They resumed making out.
Carol turned around on the couch so she could face him. He kissed his way from her mouth to her ear, gently licking around the small diamond stud before sucking the earlobe into his mouth.
“Ahhh,” she purred, tilting her head back in appreciation.
She hiked her dress up and straddled him. Michael slid the straps off her shoulders before smooching her collarbone. He pushed the dress down until her magnificent braless tits hung free. He took one in each hand and massaged them as he continued kissing her.
“Suck them. Suck my nipples.”
He licked her naked flesh while purposely avoiding her nipples. They were hardening before his eyes. He kissed all around the areola and blew cold air over them.
“Suck on them, bite them.”
“Yeah? You really want me to? Do you want it enough to beg?”
“Yes, please, Mark.”
He looked up abruptly at her.
“I’m kidding, Michael. Just put my nipples into your mouth, please.”
He opened his mouth wide and took as much of her left boob as he could fit. He flicked his tongue around her nipple before sucking on it as hard as he could.
Carol closed her eyes and moaned as she felt him torment her areola. This -- combined with kissing -- was so intimate to her that she rarely allowed it. With Michael, however, it just seemed natural. She was surprised by the bond she was feeling with him at the moment.
He dropped one of his hands and hiked her dress further above her waist. He was about to pull her panties to the side when he realized she wasn’t wearing any.
“Going commando, are we?”
“Does it turn you on?”
“Yeah.”
“That was the idea.”
She kissed him hard, shoving her tongue down his throat. She had initially found him rather nerdy since he’d joined the company but the more time she spent with him the sexier she found him.
The wetter she got.
Michael turned his hand palm up and put it between her legs. He felt her heat from several inches away. He touched her tremendously supple labia. She was already moist. He wiggled between the creases until he found her entrance.
“Push it in,” he ordered. “Put it in me.”
He coated his finger with her juices and spread it all over her vulva. Next, he lifted his hand and teased her lips with his wet finger. They stared sultrily at each other and she captured the finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of her own nectar.
He pulled out of her mouth, sucked on her nipples some more, and inserted his digit inside her voracious pussy. It sank in easily.
“Yes.”
He fingered her without hurry, his eyes captivated by her face which was beginning to contort in pleasure. She was far from reaching her release but she was enjoying the ride.
With her eyes closed, she reached down and worked around Michael’s hand to undo his pants. She snaked his cock out and already she felt it stir. She locked her fingers around it and jerked him slowly. He grew in her hand and she loved knowing that she was responsible for that.
While he continued fingering her, he used his thumb to stimulate her clit. He did circles around the hard little nub which he timed with each thrust.
“That feels so good, Michael.”
“Yeah?”
“I love doing these gangbangs but I know the pleasure part is more about the guys than me. It’s cool, I understand it. But it gets me so worked up. Every year I finish the night in my bed with a vibrator.”
“But not this year.”
She shook her head, her eyes still blissfully shut. She stroked Michael’s cock faster. It was wide and long and hard now. She spread his pre-cum over the head with her thumb, making him flinch.
“I want you to fuck me, Michael. Put it in my wet cunt. Please, do it.”
He pulled out of her and promptly pushed down his pants and underwear. He scooted to the edge of the couch and Carol adjusted her straddling position.
“Ready?”
She nodded and descended on his shaft. She paused when he brushed the tip across her drenched folds but then continued when he lined it up at the mouth of her channel. She dropped onto him until she sat completely on his lap. She was filled by him, utterly stretched. It was intimate and so much better than her previous couplings.
Michael buried his face in her neck at the incredible feeling. It couldn’t have been more perfect if a choir of angels had been singing “Aaahhhh” behind them. He let her adjust to his girth and then grabbed her by the hips to guide her movements over him.
She ground against him for what seemed like forever. Pleasure was felt through every pore of their skin, they were lost in the glorious feeling. He was sucking on her nipples once again when her breathing accelerated.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum.”
Hours of animalistic sex -- mostly foreplay as far as she was concerned -- had taken its toll. Her entire body began trembling as she reached the coveted plateau.
Michael was himself close. He went faster, lifting her up and at the same time thrusting into her. Yes, he was close, so close!
“I’m gonna cum too.”
He wrapped his arms around her when the orgasm finally traveled through her body. Her soaking pussy quivered around him while she jerked in ecstasy in his arms. She hadn’t cum like this since that threesome with her friend Marnie and her husband six months before.
The fact that he was the one to blame for the bestial onslaught of her release sent him over the edge. His aching balls gave in and he erupted deep inside of her. His buttery seed shot out vigorously, bathing her tunnel with more cum than he ever knew he could produce.
They rode the wave of intense joy together, their bodies seemingly melting into one another to become a single entity. When they regained their senses, they kissed for long minutes, enjoying the afterglow.
Michael looked up and nuzzled her chin playfully. His dick was shrinking quickly but he didn’t care, he was comfortable with having her body pressed against his. She smiled in response.
“You know, this was the best Christmas gangbang ever.”
“Because the CEO showed up?” he asked.
“Because you showed up.” She kissed him tenderly. “You’ll love my apartment. You can move your stuff in tomorrow, if you want. I can’t wait for you to meet my three kids.”
“Uh...” His eyes were as big as saucers and his heart beat faster.
“Relax, I’m kidding, Michael. I don’t have any kids.”
“I would’ve loved to meet them if you had.”
“Good to know.”
They kissed as the Christmas music stopped on the other side of the door. The office party was winding down. But for Michael and Carol, things were just beginning.
About the Author
Cheri Verset has been writing erotica as a means to indulge her most secret fantasies for a number of years. She has come to believe that sharing those stories could only enhance her own intimate experiences.
Check out her blog at CheriVerset.com
Also by Cheri Verset
My Husband, His Sister, and Me
A Private Party – Polly J Adams
Author's note
Every week or so I get together with a small group of friends. We call it the Girls' Club.
Sometimes we meet in a bar, sometimes at one of our homes. The common themes are that we always share a few drinks, and we always tell each other stories. Intimate stories. The kind you only share with close friends.
But aren't those exactly the kind of stories you get a kick from sharing with others? Particularly sharing them with strangers.
The Girls' Club has given me special dispensation: as long as I change enough facts so that my friends can't be identified I am allowed to write these stories down. I'm allowed to share them with strangers. I'm allowed share them with you.
This is a story Mel told me recently. Some of the facts have been changed. But most of them haven't.
Often it's the quiet ones who surprise you the most.
Mel is quiet. She loves going out with the girls, but she's never the one making the most noise, or telling the loudest stories. She's never the life and soul of the party.
But when it comes to private parties, she can be very different, as she told me one evening at the Girls' Club.
*
Mel had only been married a few months. Her husband, Jack, was something in the city, the kind of guy who looked good in a suit but even better at the end of the day, with the jacket off, the tie loosened, the top button undone. When Mel first introduced him to the girls there was more than one muttering about how she could be so lucky and did they make any more like that?
One night recently, Mel decided to do something special for her new husband. The one thing she regretted about her wedding was that Jack had been called away on business at the last minute and so had missed out on a stag do. Tonight she would make it up for him.
When he got home from work that evening there was a drink waiting for him, a fire lit, the room illuminated by candles and lamps.
"Mmm," he said, "what you cooking?"
She took a handful of his neck-tie and kissed him, long and deep, then pushed him gently back onto the sofa. "We'll eat later," she said. "Maybe."
Music was playing low in the background, a playlist she had picked carefully. "I Touch Myself", "Like A Virgin", "Pour Some Sugar On Me"... She started to twist and turn to the music, loving the way his eyes followed, explored, devoured.
"You like?" Hands running down that black dress he loved, the one that clung to her figure in all the right places.
She turned, wiggled her hips, her backside at his eye level.
"So... what's all this about? Not that—"
She interrupted him with another kiss. "A party," she told him. "A private party."
His hands on her hips felt good.
She pulled his tie a bit looser, freed another button, whispered in his ear, "I love you."
The doorbell interrupted them, just as his hand was sliding up her bare thigh, inside her dress.
He pulled back, frustration clear on his face.
"I'll go," said Mel, turning with another teasing wiggle, showing him what he could have had.
*
The woman at the door wore a long leather coat buttoned up to the chin. Mel let her in, then turned and led her through to the front room where Jack waited.
Her husband looked from the visitor to Mel and back, an eyebrow raised.
The woman had long blonde hair with a slight wave to it. Her eyes were a piercing blue, her lips full, painted a glossy red. She smiled at the two of them.
In the background, the music switched to "You Can Leave Your Hat On".
"Meet Selena," said Mel, with a grin she couldn't resist. She sat with Jack on the sofa, a hand on his chest and her legs curled up on the seat. "Remember how disappointed you were that you never had a stag party?" she asked. "Well I thought that maybe we could do at least a part of it here. Selena's a friend of mine. She comes to the girls' club with Polly and the others. And when she's not doing that, she strips..."
With that, Selena started to move, slowly and sinuously to the music.
At the first chorus, she undid the top button of her coat, revealing a slender neck, and smooth, flawless skin.
Closer to the two of them now, she turned and arched her back, grinding her hips in wide circles.
Another button, more delicate flesh. Each undone button focused all attention on the skin revealed, and Mel found herself getting turned on. She hadn't expected to respond like this, or at least not so quickly. That made her wonder how Jack must feel about this performance. Just then, he glanced at her, as if guiltily remembering she was there. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, and let her hand slide down to his flat belly.
Selena had half of her buttons undone now, and Mel found her attention flitting between her eyes and the exposed skin of the first swelling of her breasts.
She let her hand move down, teasingly over Jack's hip to his thigh. She could see that he was hard. Hard for another woman. She squeezed his leg, knowing that it would pull the fabric of his trousers down tighter across his erection.
"I..."
He was confused. He hadn't expected anything like this. He had no idea what was going to happen next, what was allowed and what might be out of bounds.
Mel stood, and joined the slow dance. She circled around Selena until she stood behind her, looking at Jack over her friend's shoulder. She put her hands on Selena's hips, and enjoyed the movement of her friend's arse grinding back against her.
Jack's erection was clearly visible from here, straining at his trousers.
Mel moved a hand up, slipped it inside Selena's coat, cupped a breast, and together they danced, spooning and grinding.
Just as "Sexual Healing" started to play, Mel undid another of Selena's buttons, then another, until there was only one left to go, and then that, too, was undone. Now Jack was getting tantalising glimpses of black lace bra, thong, suspenders and stockings, as Selena's coat hung loose and the two women continued to dance and grind.
All the time, Jack watched the two of them, his hands rested uncertainly on his thighs. Mel knew he wanted to stroke himself, but still he was reserved, uncertain.
She turned Selena and kissed those full, red lips, slid her hands inside the coat and eased it from her friend's body. When it fell to the floor, Jack gave an involuntary gasp, and out of the corner of her eye Mel saw now that he had one hand in his lap, rubbing.
She freed Selena's bra, let her full breasts spill out, dipped her head to tongue one of the nipples.
"You think a little lap dance?" Mel asked, grinning mischievously at her husband.
Selena moved to the sofa and Mel watched the movements of her arse and long legs as she walked. Suddenly, she felt disappointed. She wanted more. She wanted her mouth still to be on Selena's breast, her teeth working the hard nipple.
Selena stood before Jack, grinding her hips, hands running all over her own body, head thrown back.
Jack had taken his hand from his lap again. Mel hadn't expected him to be so shy. She went to stand by Selena as her friend leaned forward, hands either side of Jack's head on the back of the sofa, breasts swaying so close to his face.
Closer, a breast brushed against his cheek. Mel watched, suddenly intensely aware of how wet she was.
She took up the dance again, hands stroking herself, finding zipper, freeing the dress, letting it fall with a wiggle of the hips. She was wearing the same carefully chosen lingerie set that Selena had on.
She leaned forward, one knee on the sofa, and Selena turned her face, kissed her, a grinding of tongue and lips, and below them Jack groaned, his hand back on his cock.
"Is this how it goes?" asked Mel, breaking away from Selena's kiss. "On a stag do? There's always a stripper, right? Dancing in your face, making you hard and desperate. Is that it? So then... what next? Where does it go from here?"
She turned to Selena again and the two stood back, clear of the sofa.
Still, the music played, but suddenly they were motionless, eyes locked on each other. Then Mel raised a hand, pointed one long finger and put it to Selena's chin. Selena tipped her head back and Mel ran her finger down her friend's neck, drawing a straight line from chin to chest-bone, then down between her breasts, slowly, slowly, to her belly, and down.
It seemed to take forever, that long rake of the fingernail, but then Mel had her friend's pussy cupped in her hand. She could feel the softness, feel the wetness through the thong.
She started to rub, and Selena ground her hips against Mel's hand. She dipped her head to Selena's breasts again and took one nipple in her mouth, sucked and bit and licked, suddenly desperate, unable to contain herself any longer.
Then Selena took Mel's head in her hands, gently eased her away, kissed her on the lips, turned.
They kneeled either side of Jack on the sofa, hands moving across his shoulders, chest, hips, legs... everywhere but his cock. Mel kissed his hair above his ear, moved to his temple, his jaw, and then Selena was kissing him full on the mouth, then turning to kiss Mel, then kissing him again, tongues and lips of the three of them merging, clashing, tangling, pressing.
Now Jack started to relax, to realise that there were no rules. His hands moved, one arm curling around Mel's waist, pulling her to him, the other cupping one of Selena's breasts, the thumb flicking at her nipple.
Mel pulled at his shirt, freeing it from the waist of his trousers, just as Selena started to loosen his belt.
His trousers open, Selena pulled at them until they were around his knees, then returned to his black boxers, stretched tight by his towering erection.
She took him in one hand through the fabric and he gasped. His eyes found Mel's, as if uncertain again, and so she kissed him, her tongue deep in his mouth, sensing him getting more urgent in his response, sensing movement out of her sight.
When she pulled away, Jack's cock was deep in Selena's mouth and she was rocking her head from side to side.
Mel moved back so that Jack could look down, get the full visual.
And then she started to kiss his chest, his ribs, working her way down until she was licking at the base of his cock while Selena sucked at the head. She slid a hand up his thigh to his balls, but Selena was already there, so she pushed further round to the sensitive skin behind his balls, rubbing and stroking, her fingertips teasing his arsehole.
Selena moved her head down, around, until she was working at the base of Jack's dick too, and the two of them were kissing around his shaft. Moving together, they slid along his length, lingering so that their tongues and lips could work at the head of his cock, and then sliding back down again.
"I... I'm going to..."
Mel had already spotted the signs, the arching of Jack's back, the thrusting, the groans. She pulled away and took him in one hand and started to wank the full length of him, the tip of his cock sliding against Selena's parted lips. He was so hard and wet from their sucking!
She wanted to watch him come, wanted to see the look on his face. Her eyes kept flitting between his face and his hard, throbbing cock.
For a moment, she changed her movement and slid him side to side across Selena's lips, and then she resumed the hard wanking, and just as she did so he arched even more and he cried out and the first jet of come spat into Selena's mouth, almost immediately seeping out again, over her lips.
Another jet, and Selena worked it around her mouth with her tongue, and still he kept coming, as Mel wanked the length of his cock and his juices started to run back down his shaft. As the last spasm took him, Mel dipped her head and started to lick the come from him, and from Selena, and again they kissed around his cock, their faces shiny with his juices.
Then they pulled away and it was just the two of them, kissing each other's smeared faces clean, laughing and holding, and starting to press against each other and move and grind, and now Mel didn't care if this was how stag parties went or not, it was a private party, just her and Jack and Selena, and the evening was still young.
About the author
Polly J Adams comes from a comfortably middle-class background, brought up in Surrey by a mother heavily involved in charity work and a father who was a high-flier in the financial world before he retired. Bit of a shame for them that she writes about sex, then!
As well as writing scripts for adult movies, Polly is the author of a collection of erotic stories, You, the paranormal erotic series, The Touch, the Girls' Club stories (including Easy as One, Two, Three) and a number of other erotic tales.
You can find out more about Polly and her writing on her website, on Facebook and on Twitter as @PollyJAdams.
C is for Cock Ring – Malia Mallory
When I first saw it, I didn’t know what it was. Round and silver, she flipped it over in her hand. It was way too big for a finger and too small for a wrist. She held it out and urged me to take it. I grasped it in my hand; it felt smooth and cold to the touch.
"Put it on." I was confused and wondered if puzzlement showed on my face.
"Now." The word was said in a deceptive, even tone, but a hint of demand was present. I swallowed and turned the circlet in my fingers as I realized where it must go. She raised an eyebrow waiting, her annoyance started to show. This was only our second meeting, and I still felt some trepidation. It was almost completely obliterated by anticipation and excitement.
My cock was already hard as I unfastened my pants and pulled them down. My erection sprang free as I lowered my undershorts as well. I tentatively placed the ring at the tip, but it wasn’t going on. I was too swollen. Just the anticipation of seeing her again had made me half hard before I’d even gotten to the door.
"Looks like you’ll have to take care of that stiffy." Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. She’d known. She’d known that I wouldn’t be able to put it on.
I began to stroke, slowly at first, gaining confidence as my hand slid over the velvety skin stretched tight over my hard cock. My eyes roamed her body taking in the flesh that spilled out of her corset, her shiny lips and commanding eyes. I smelled the exotic scent of her perfume in the air. I could feel her impatience but it didn’t inhibit me. If anything, it made me eager for what was to come next. What would she do? Would I get to touch her this time? I didn’t know where she’d be taking me. The unknown was both disconcerting and stimulating.
My cock jerked in my hand. Her gaze was locked on me, but rather than feel inhibited I felt proud. Did she like my cock? Would I ever feel her touch on it?
My hand pumped my cock, up and down, up and down. I’d been aroused with anticipation for so long, I knew it would be quick, and it was. As I came, my eyes lost focus on her magnificent cleavage, and I lost all sense of where I was for a moment. I caught my semen in my hand and was at a loss as to what to do with it. I wanted to ask but knew I should not speak until spoken to. I looked into her face for a clue, but her features were passive. She pointed to a box of tissues on the table and the problem was quickly solved.
Once the moment had passed, my prick lay limp against my thigh. I took the ring and flipped it over in my hand. I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Put your testicles through first then the shaft."
I nodded and pushed my balls through the loop. The metal was cold against my skin. My erection hadn't completely subsided, and it was a little tricky getting the shaft through, but I was soft enough.
"Excellent, except for one tiny thing. I believe that cock ring would fit ever so much better if you had stiffer shaft."
Having only just ejaculated, I didn’t think I would be able to bring myself to arousal again so quickly, but I felt my cock twitch at the sound of her voice. I was already conditioned to respond to her commanding sensuality. She'd tapped into deep desires I hadn't even known I had.
I started to stroke again, and my cock was half hard within a few moments.
"I’m very disappointed."
My face flushed with embarrassment.
"You’re making me think you don’t find me attractive." Her voice held the hint of a question.
"Oh God no. That’s not true. What I wouldn’t do just to touch you . . .." I trailed off unable to articulate my feelings.
"You want to touch me?"
"Oh yes please! More than anything."
"I don’t think you deserve to touch me. Your obedience leaves a great deal to be desired." She had her hands on her hips, her toe tapping slightly.
"Oh, I’m sorry truly. I can do better. Please just tell me. Command me. I’ll do it."
"I believe I told you to put on my cock ring and admittedly you did do that. Yet, you don’t really seem to appreciate it. Such a fine, personal gift. I picked it out especially for you." She drew out her words slowly, carefully.
"Yes! Yes I do appreciate your thoughtfulness, Mistress." I stroked harder, faster, my cock finally coming to full erection.
Mistress Ven smiled at last. "Well, perhaps you can show proper appreciation . . . or not." Her face became hard again. I knew the implication. I’d forgotten the words. I was surprised she hadn’t called me on it earlier, but she was probably giving me some slack as this was new for me.
"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for the cock ring. Thank you for allowing me to touch myself." I was contrite. I truly was. Had I really forgotten or had I subconsciously just wanted the punishment?
"That’s better. However, it was a bit tardy, don’t you think?"
It was now clear why she hadn’t provided any reminder. She’d wanted me to make mistakes. She’d wanted an excuse for correction.
"Mistress, I’m truly sorry. I forgot myself."
"Why yes, you did. Whatever shall we do about this?" Her question was clearly rhetorical and she began to pace around the room with a thoughtful expression. "Well? What would serve as a reminder for you?" She paused, pinning me with a penetrating gaze.
I broke out in a cold sweat. I suspected she had something in mind, but I had no idea what. I was simultaneously afraid and yet compelled to continue.
"I asked you a question. What . . . would . . . help . . . you . . . remember!" She bit off each word with emphasis. She seemed truly angry now.
"Mistress, it’s not for me to say. I’m sorry I didn’t show proper respect. I’ll try harder."
"Yes, I know that you will. Especially with a reminder."
My ass clenched. What would she use?
She crossed to a cabinet and opened the door. Hanging on the inside of the door were a variety of whips and canes. I cringed. Was I ready for that? Last time she’d just used a small paddle, and the application had done more than just sting. She turned toward me.
"What do you think?"
I was silent. I didn’t know what to think. Was this too far for me?
She selected two items, a small cane about two feet long and a cat o’ nine tails with knotted cords. She held them out toward me.
"Well?"
"Mistress, I’ll accept whatever you say."
She drew a deep breath, gathering her patience. "Which . . . one?"
They both looked quite formidable. I’d never been caned. It wasn’t too thick, less than the diameter of my thumb. I’d heard a caning could be pretty brutal, though this one wasn’t wet.
I swallowed hard. "Mistress . . ."
"You . . . must . . . choose." Her intonation offered no compromise.
"Mistress, the cat o’ nine tails."
She nodded and put the cane back.
"I think you can do better, no?" Her voice had softened.
I knew what she wanted. "Please Mistress, use the cat o’ nine tails on my ass." My voice quivered a bit, but despite my fear I found that I craved it. I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard and I could see fluid oozing from the tip.
She smiled. "That was ever so much better." She walked behind me and I felt her rub the cat o’ nine tails against my ass, caressing each cheek.
I shivered and my cock pulsed. Expectation and dread flowed through me.
She pressed the tip of the handle against the cleft of my ass and I flinched.
She laughed. "Don’t worry. That’s not for today." She circled around to my face, her heels clicked on the floor, and she gazed into my eyes. I couldn’t maintain eye contact and looked down. She placed her finger under my chin and lifted my gaze. "Don’t look so nervous. Isn’t this what you want? What you need?"
She began to walk around me again. I swallowed and remained silent.
"Hmmm. I can see you need a great deal of instruction. Just when I think we're making progress you prove me wrong."
The knotted cords brushed against me as she circled.
She suddenly stopped with a slight stomp of her shoe. "I'm waiting." Her bright lips pursed and her eyes flashed.
I tried to stammer out a response. "Uh, please Mistress."
She raised an eyebrow.
I struggled to find the words. "Please Mistress. I need to be punished for my transgressions. Please use the cat o' nine tails on me."
"Better. But where? Here?" She dragged the cords over my cock and I flinched in response.
"My ass, Mistress. Please flog my ass." There was a quiver in my voice but no hesitation. I'd given myself over. I was going where she was taking me.
"Grab your ankles."
I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around my legs. I could feel the skin of my ass stretch tight, and I couldn't help but clench my muscles. Her heels clicked on the floor as she paced back and forth behind me. Occasionally she would brush the cords against my ass and I would quiver in response. The agony of waiting was becoming interminable. Why didn’t she just do it already?
Suddenly, I could wait no more. "Please Mistress. Please give me what I deserve. Make me sorry I didn't show you the proper respect. Please, I'm begging you."
As my words ended, I felt the first blow. I was stunned by the intensity. Pain streamed over my skin and I tried to hold back my cry. My skin continued to sting long after the blow. Then there was another. God, it hurt! Had I really asked for this? Yes, I had. And though I loathed it, I required it. My cock felt ready to burst. It was throbbing painfully, constricted at the base by the cock ring.
She gave me two more strokes and then I felt her hand on my ass, rubbing the flaming skin. Her touch sent me over the edge. The strong waves of my orgasm nearly knocked me off my feet. Never had I come so deeply, so intensely. My whole groin was infused with electric heat as my cock convulsed again and again while streams of come landed on the floor.
I felt her fingertip at my anus, and I had to lock my knees to keep from collapsing. I gasped for breath as my mind returned to reality.
"Did you enjoy that, my sweet?"
I nodded. "Yes Mistress. Thank you. Thank you so much."
"There is one tiny problem though." Her voice was not angry, but rather thoughtful.
"Uh, errr. I'm sorry Mistress?" I couldn't follow her.
"There seems to be a bit of a mess on the floor."
She was right. There was come on my thighs, but a few small pools were on the floor.
"I'm so sorry Mistress. I'll clean it up immediately."
"Mmmm. Do wipe yourself off. As for that," she pointed to the floor," perhaps we can come to an agreement."
I grabbed some tissue and wiped myself off wondering what she might mean.
"You did say you wanted to touch me didn't you?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. More than anything."
"Well perhaps if you tidy up your mess. I'll let you." She smiled seductively, her eyes indicating a plan that I wasn't quite aware of yet.
I took another tissue.
"Oh no. That isn't quite what I meant."
"I don't understand Mistress."
"If you clean up your mess, yourself, I'll let you kiss my pussy."
The thought of touching her so intimately sent my mind racing. To touch her pussy, smell her, taste her wet juices, the thought overwhelmed me.
"Mistress, please. Tell me what you want me to do."
She moved to an armchair and sat down. She hooked a leg over each arm and spread her legs wide. I hadn't been able to see her pussy clearly before. It had been covered by the fabric of her outfit. It glistened, so beautiful. I wanted to see it more closely and moved toward her.
"Uh uh." She waved her finger at me. "You have something you need to do first." She pointed toward the floor. "You're lucky it was washed just this morning."
Then I understood. She wanted me to lick up my own come. I'd always had a bit of an aversion to it for no particular reason. I hesitated.
"Mmmmm. Disappointing." She put one leg down and I couldn't see the sweet slit between her legs any more.
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