Confessions of a Las Vegas Domme

Content Advisory: MM/F, oral and anal sex ,light bondage



Chapter One

Deep and muffled male voices came to Angelina Langston from behind a closed door within the Las Vegas penthouse. She couldn’t help grinning. Gauging from the tone of the conversation, the men seemed a bit nervous. Not that she couldn’t relate to their apprehension, after all the first time was always a tad awkward no matter who you were.

It could also be the most exciting.

 Angelina knew this particular penthouse well. Being friends with the two men who owned Desert Winds, the exclusive resort and casino, had its advantages. She stood in the center of the plush living room, the floor to ceiling windows giving her a panoramic view of the city and the strip far below. The Las Vegas valley blazed with multicolored lights, like semi-precious jewels amid a sea of black velvet.

Her stiletto boots sank into the luxurious cream-colored carpeting. The room, decorated with a definitive taste and feel that was all male, had black leather chairs sitting on either side of a matching sofa. All the pieces gathered around a large wrought iron and glass coffee table.

The hard, driving beat of bass and drums from the nightclub one floor down reverberated inside her. Tempest was the hottest ticket in town, which was saying something in a city that changed opinions as quickly as one would change their underwear.

The bedroom door creaked softly as it opened and a man’s deep, sexy voice carried to her like a caress. “Hey Angel, you made it. Can I make you a drink or something?”

“Or something. What’s your preferred poison?” She laughed to herself at the thought of Cole or Luke needing something to calm their nerves. They were not the anxious type.

“Whiskey, neat. Come on back and I’ll make you one.”

She moved down the hallway to the bedroom door that stood open for her and caught sight of a large built in bar. The room was huge displaying a dark cherry wood pillared bed complete with leather restraints on each corner. She nodded with approval, spying a ball gag amongst the pile of toys on the bed, and then offered the men a wicked grin.

“We weren’t sure what we needed… so we just picked up what we thought you might like.” Luke’s voice held a note of discomfort. He handed her a drink before moving to Cody’s side.

“Believe me, boys, you’ve covered all the bases here.” Angelina chuckled. She took a sip of her drink, savoring the smooth fire as it slid down her throat. She studied the two men before her, noting the nuances between them with a practiced eye.

Luke Cortez stood about an inch taller than Cole’s impressive six-foot-two height. Both wore a simple white terrycloth robe for the occasion, but that was where the similarities ended. Luke’s olive complexion and long midnight black hair brushed his shoulder blades, while stunning light blue eyes in a classically handsome face showed his Spanish heritage. His muscular body was built long and lean, reminding her of a thoroughbred.

 Cody Mallory looked the part of the all-American boy next door with his golden skin and white blond hair worn short in back and long in front.  The pale locks falling into warm brown eyes gave him a sexy, tousled look. His body, larger than Luke’s, showed slabs of solid muscle from what she assumed must be hours of working out with countless weights.

The subtle ways the two friends and lovers communicated interested her. Luke held himself like a natural dominate, his mannerisms commanding and forceful, where Cody’s appeared more easygoing and relaxed. Cody would definitely do well in a subservient roll.

The thought of them together made her pussy clench as moist heat pooled between her legs, making her more than a little impatient to start the fun. In the two years she had known them, she fantasized more than once about having them both. When they came to her with an offer of a threesome, her way… well, in her mind, no woman with a pulse could say no to that prospect. 

She set her drink down, removed her long black leather coat, letting it drop to the floor, and approached the two men with her hips swaying tantalizingly. Enjoying the rapt attention they gave her black corset and garters, Angel smiled while untying the belts holding their robes in place. She stroked her hands up their broad chests, delighting in feeling hard muscle under smooth warm skin. Stretching up, she kissed Luke then Cody, trailing her hands downward until each one filled with a hard cock.

Cody let out a groan of pure pleasure. Luke moved in for a kiss, his tongue plunging into the other man’s mouth with obvious hunger. Cody moaned again, returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Angelina stroked their thick erections from base to tip, smearing the drops of pre cum over their aroused flesh. She was burning up with her need to have these men, her pussy becoming wetter by the minute.

“Why don’t you get Cody on the bed and tie him up nice and tight?” Angelina suggested, releasing their pulsing cocks. 

Without a word, Lucas stripped Cody of his robe and led him to the bed. He laid him down like an offering to a pagan deity and secured his arms and legs in the restraints attached to the posts.

“Have you thought of the safe word you wish to use if things get too intense?” she asked them, resisting the urge to lick Cody’s raging erection.

“Yeah. Tangerine. That’s my favorite fruit,” Luke offered with a sexy grin. He grabbed a small whip with strings of leather tipped in fur and tested it against Cody’s chest with a light slap.

Cody’s slight shudder encouraged Luke to ply the whip on him again. Luke ran it down the other man’s tight, flat stomach. Cody’s cock twitched as the whip made contact with his balls. He groaned low in his throat. The sound caused Angelina’s clit to throb in a silent plea for contact. Luke bent low over his lover’s rigid prick. His tongue traced the vein from the top of the crown to the base, licking at his tightly drawn balls.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good, mi amante.” Luke’s voice was thick with need as she watched him move back up to swallow Cody’s cock whole.

Angelina moved behind Luke and helped him out of his robe while his head bobbed on the glistening length. His long dark hair cascaded over his face, brushing Cody’s balls with each movement of his head. She roamed her hands over the hard, lean sinews of his back. Traveling down to his amazing ass, she drew in a breath then squeezed the tight globes once before her fingers traced his crack and circled his hole. She eased in a finger, feeling the rings of sensitive muscles tighten around her finger. Angel pushed in a little deeper; stroking his balls with her other hand. Luke groaned in approval around his mouthful of dick.

“You have such a fine ass, Luke. I can see why Cody would be eager to fuck it.” She murmured with appreciation and released his balls to give his ass a sharp slap.

He jerked away from Cody to swing his gaze over her, hunger in his light eyes. “Baby, you can have whatever you want, anytime.”  

She gave him another stinging slap. Watching with satisfaction while the abused cheek turned a dusky rose. “That would be ‘Mistress’. And I feel like having you lick my pussy while Cody watches.”

He stood, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, Mistress. It would be my pleasure to serve you.”

“You’re a quick study. I like that in a slave. Now, take off my panties,” she ordered, her tone firm.

Luke quickly complied. She moved to Cody’s side, picked up the ball gag and grinned down at him. “I think it would be a crime to see this go to waste don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cody grinned.

Placing the gag in his mouth she reached behind his head and strapped it firmly in place. Then stretched out on the bed where she could reach his cock and suck him at her leisure while giving the bound man a view of Luke licking her pussy. Spreading her legs wide, she gave them a good look at her shaved snatch, knowing it was drenched in her own juices. Luke’s mouth found her hot core. His tongue lapped at her, in a slow, long slide of his tongue then sucked at her swollen lips bringing a slow burn to unfurl low in her stomach. 

“Do you like watching Luke eating my pussy?” She asked, smiling at his enthusiastic nod.

Reaching out, her fingers closed around Cody’s cock, stroking it from base to tip. Angelina pulled him close to take the straining flesh in her mouth, swallowing his impressive length as far as she could. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, stroking her mouth up to his mushroom head then engulfing him once again in slow counterpoint to the thrumming base coming from the nightclub below.

Cody rocked up to meet her mouth. His breath came in panting gasps around the gag as he seemed to near his climax. She eased off trailing her teeth down his cock to his balls. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.” She warned him, squeezing him just tight enough to see the wince of pain before she returned to her ministrations.  

Angel ground her hips into Luke’s mouth and felt his finger move in and out of her mimicking the primal rhythm of sex. She was totally unprepared for the sudden sting of his teeth as he gently bit the sensitive flesh. He gave her a slow lick and bit again.

The pounding of her pulse raced as cream dripped between the crack of her ass. Her pussy throbbed with the need to orgasm and she held onto that pleasure pain, not yet ready for release. Her body shook with the force of holding back, a small whimper escaping as she fought the overwhelming tide of pleasure Luke’s mouth, teeth and tongue wrought on her pussy.

Cody’s groan centered Angelina’s attentions back on his stiff cock. The tip glistened with cum and knew she needed it deep inside her, needed it now.  Releasing him she moved away, rolling off the bed with a devilish glint in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow at Luke.

“You deserve a reward for pleasing me so thoroughly, Slave. I want you to release Cody,” she demanded. Finding the lube on the floor, she picked it up and squeezed a generous amount into her hand. “Cody, get that sexy ass so I can get you ready for my slave here.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Cody said once Luke released him from the gag and restraints, moving to all fours and displaying his ass obediently.

She smeared the lube around his pucker with slow long strokes. Satisfied, she squeezed more lube in her hand and spread it over Luke’s cock.

After crawling back onto the bed, she moved to her hands and knees presenting her ass to Cody’s gaze. Looking at him over her shoulder, she watched his face tighten with lust and smiled. “I want you to take me while Luke fucks you from behind,” Her request more a command laced with a seductive purr.

“It would be my pleasure, Mistress,” Cody drawled with a lazy smile, “to please you any way you see fit.” He grabbed a condom from the pile on the bed and sheathed himself. He rubbed his cock against her drenched clit a moment before thrusting himself to the hilt inside her clenching pussy.

She sensed Luke behind Cody. “Nice and tight, mi amante,” Luke rasped out, his voice rough with passion. “I’ve gotta go slow or I won’t last.”

 Luke’s deliberate, skillful thrusts set a pace guaranteed to bring all three to climax at the same time. Each push of his hips drove Cody deep into Angelina, sending her closer with each powerful stroke.

Cody shuddered and groaned, then reached out to hold onto Angel’s waist. “I’m going to come, Fuck, can’t stop it!”

“Yes, oh God, Yes!” Angelina cried out feeling her climax building.

She glanced over her shoulder at Luke’s handsome face, half hidden by a dark glossy curtain of hair. By his expression, she judged he neared his own release. Working his hips like a piston, he increased their speed. Cody’s breath sounded ragged as he matched Luke’s tempo, driving all thought out of her mind except the delicious aching need of her own orgasm rushing upon her. Exploding with force, the pleasure pain made her scream out, followed close by the hoarse shouts of the men.

They collapsed in a sweaty tangle on the bed catching their breaths. Angelina felt hands run down her damp back, bringing up goose bumps on her flesh. “I think this calls for a drink at Tempest. That is, after we take a shower.” Luke’s deep voice held an invitation that promised so much more. 

“And maybe we’ll be ready for round two by then,” Cody added with a light kiss to Angel’s shoulder.

She smiled while enjoying the closeness of the two men, “I’ll drink to that.”

Join me for the next installment of Confessions of a Las Vegas Domme June 9,2011

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Beau du Tout

Content Advisory: f/m/f  intercourse and oral sex

Rien stood in the doorway, one broad shoulder propped against its solid frame while he watched him patiently listening to the construction foreman on the phone. Beau held up a finger asking for another minute of his youngest brother’s patience.

“I don’t care how many more you need to hire. Get the framing done and the walls up by the end of next week or I’ll find another crew to build my house.” Beau let the foreman blah-blah a bit longer before cutting him off. “Just get it done, Mr. Smythe. No more excuses.”

Setting the receiver back in its cradle, he smiled at his brother. “What brings you by?”

“Your birthday.” Rien smiled at him and pushed off from the door frame. His shoulder length midnight hair hung wet around his bare  shoulders. Must have gone for a swim before coming to find me. “Pascale, Aimé and I pooled our resources together to find you the ultimate gifts. Come on. I left them out in the back garden.”

Beau cocked an intrigued eyebrow at his sibling. He rose from behind the antique cherry wood desk to follow him. Rien’s words rang through his mind as they walked. His brother led them through the house toward the library and the doors leading out to what had once been their mother’s garden. The ultimate gifts?

If their recent trends indicated anything about the nature of his birthday gift, he was in for an interesting afternoon. He laughed as the memory of their last offering replayed for him. A passing comment, purely made in jest, landed him with a week’s vacation – as they called it – hiking up Mount Everest in the middle of the worst storm of the season. Beau shuddered. If he hadn’t been able to call on his Satyr form – he’d have died on the mountain along with his team.

The French doors stood open and the fragrant smell of freesias filled the room as they crossed it. Large beds of their mother’s favorite flowers flanked the exit, reminding him of the beautiful, dark haired woman who’d birthed the lot of them.

First born of the du Tout children, Beauté had spent many birthdays enjoying quiet breakfasts with his mother. The other children had eventually come along and joined the fun but, even then, Emilianne du Tout had made a point of continuing the tradition until the day of her death.

Feminine laughter tinkled on the air and pulled him from his musings. He and Rien stepped into the sunlit garden and the sight that greeted him froze his foot falls. Maenad twins, in their bikini clad glory, walked toward him. 

“Your ultimate gift is a pool party?” he glanced at Rien and back at the twins. “Well, I suppose it’s better than Mount Everest but it’s certainly not ultimate.”

His brother laughed and clapped him on the back. “No. They’re your gift.” Rien gestured to the two women. “Nyxia and Xynia.”

The girls waved as they approached and Beau shook his head as a short laugh slid from him. “Maenad twins. Okay, you’re getting warmer on the ultimate thing.”

“Half succubus, Maenad twins. Pascale knows them from her school days.”

Beau listened long enough to hear the words half succubus before he tuned his sibling out and focused on the pair of women. Long legs and supple thighs met with flared hips. Flat bellies accented by matching jewels progressed to trim waists and identical pairs of full, round breasts barely covered by the triangles of their champagne colored bikini tops.

“Thank you, gods,” he muttered and kicked off his flip flops as he stepped onto the grass.

Rien laughed behind him, “Not gods, but we’ll take the thanks. Enjoy!”

The girls reached him and, judging by the waving of their hands, Rien left them to whatever they were going to do. Beau grinned. If he had his way – they’d do plenty of each other.

“Hello, ladies.”

Nyxia, according to the necklace around the twin on the left’s neck, slid her arms up around his shoulders and pressed herself against his front. Her sister moved around them and plastered her luscious curves to his behind.

“Hello, handsome,” they spoke together. “Ready to play with us?”

Laughter rumbled deep within his chest and Beau reached around to pull Xynia around to the front with her sister.

“More than ready. Let’s go down to the pool area,” he suggested. “We’ll be comfortable there.”

Each girl draped an arm around his waist as they walked back through the gardens toward the pool area and the wide loungers scattered around it. Beau reached behind as they walked and, with a quick tug, undid their bikini tops. The small patches of material glided off and fluttered to the lawn behind them.

“Do you like what you see?” Nyxia asked. The fingers of her free hand trailed over the top of her breasts, drawing his gaze to the unlined perfection of her skin.

Her nipples peaked under the gentle caress. Beau cleared his throat and turned his attention to Xynia – the dark pink tips of her breasts puckered and pointed to match her sister’s.

“I do,” he confessed. “Very, very much.”

Destination reached, Beau stretched out on a lounge chair and motioned for the women to join him. Half succubus and maenad, the twins were quite literally made for sex and exuded it from their pores as they turned to each other and, with a wink at Beau, helped each other out of their remaining clothing.

Neither girl touched the other in a sexual manner – and yet their breath shortened, moans floated softly between them and lust filled the air.

Beau adjusted himself, the tented material of his shorts clearly outlining the length of his cock. If the girls couldn’t tell how interested their little show had gotten him they needed their vision checked.

As though reading his mind, Xynia crawled onto the lounger with him and slid her hands up Beau’s lightly haired legs. Her fingers pushed beneath the dark blue hem of his shorts and he groaned as his cock jumped in response.

“Someone is eager,” Nyxia spoke from his right and he looked up as she joined them. “We like eager.”

Xynia nudged his balls and Beau hissed as she took them into her hand. Her fingers worked the delicate sac in a gentle, rhythmic motion.

“We also like hard, thick cocks,” she purred. “Nyx, do you think he has what we like?”

Nyxia scraped her nails down Beau’s abs and hooked the band of his shorts when she reached it. Stretching the elastic, she pulled the thin material down and freed the thick length of him.

“He does,” she moaned and waited for her sister to remove her hand before pulling the shorts down to expose him fully.

Letting the girls strip him of his shorts, Beau waited until they had him naked before pouncing on them. He rolled Xynia beneath him, pinned her to the lounger and ducked his head to capture a taut peak between his teeth.

A surprised gasp and moan of pleasure from Nyxia stopped him instantly and clued him in to something about the twins. What he did to one, the other felt. To confirm his suspicion, Beau slid a hand down between himself and Xynia. He ground his palm against the heat of her slit and her sister rewarded him with a throaty moan as her head fell back against her shoulders.

“Interesting,” he muttered and replaced his palm with the pad of his thumb on Xynia’s clit. Each slow circle he drew over the hardened nub pulled a gasp and moan from the other woman.

“He’s figured,” Nyxia moaned and Xynia replied, “Us out.”

Beau grinned and withdrew his hand. He stretched back out between them on the thick blue cushion and crooked a finger at Xynia.

“Come,” he ordered. His erection bobbed above his abdomen and he circled it with his hand as she moved closer. Her grip replaced his and stroked it slowly as she straddled him.

Xynia slowly rotated her hips in small circles as she lowered onto him. The molten heat of her clenched around his cock as her muscles rippled and pulled him deep inside. By the time she’d fully impaled herself all three of their chests rose and fell rapidly, breath sawing in and out as they held still for a moment and adjusted to each other.

“Nyxia,” he panted and crooked a finger at her. “Come, let me taste you.”

He smiled at the wicked gleam in her eyes as she straddled him and rested her bottom on his chest. The sweet, musky perfume of her arousal caused his mouth to water and he cupped her ass to pull her closer. His tongue darted out to lick along the seam of her slit. Nyxia’s juices coated his tastebuds, drawing a moan of pleasure from him as he pushed between her folds and lapped at her with long strokes.

Covered by the sisters, Beau thrust his hips up with each rock of Xynia’s hips while his mouth worked against Nyxia’s pussy, licking and sucking at the tender flesh as she ground against him.

Lust, hot and potent, surged through him as the sisters rode him. Dual firebrands of sexual energy licked across his senses, awakening his satyr nature with a growl vibrating from his chest that pulled gasps of pleasure from the twins.

Cries of yes, yes, yes…rang out in stereo through the garden. The echoes of flesh on flesh on flesh a symphony blending with the chirrup of birds and the rustle of foliage. Beau absorbed it all and pushed the beauty of their sensual melody into his lovers.

Xynia bucked wildly, her cunt clenching him as the first flutters of her orgasm took root and grew with each slide down his erection. The gyration of Nyxia’s hips against his mouth intensified as she teetered over the edge and toppled into bliss with her sister.

His own orgasm tingled along the length of Beau’s spine, bowing his back as it raced toward his groin. Nyxia moved off him but he was too forgone to notice as he bucked up into Xynia. Stars burst behind his eyelids as he arched off the lounger and shouted his release into the warm afternoon air.

The girls bracketed him when he regained enough sense to pay attention to such details. Warm breath feathered over his chest, their arms and legs tangled with his.

Beau smirked, “That gives new meaning to having your cake and eating it too.”

“I want to be the cake next time,” Nyxia giggled from his left.

“Definitely,” he grinned. “My birthday isn’t over yet, sweetheart.”

∞

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Treat Me Like a Princess...

Content Advisory: Erotic

“Hey, sexy.”

“Hey, babe,” Cecily responded, her eyes trailing over him from his bare feet to his Levi’s and up to his white t-shirt. She closed the book she’d been engrossed in and set it on the nightstand.

“Are you done?” he asked.

“Done with what?” She sat up in bed and stretched her arms.

“Ignoring me.” Gage pursed his lips in mock disappointment.

“Oh, come on now, you big baby.”

He came to the side of the bed and pulled her up on her knees. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Really? What is it? Our anniversary isn’t until tomorrow.” Cecily wondered what he had up his sleeve for their fifth year together.

He reached under the bed and pulled out a square box wrapped in pink paper. A small envelope sat on top. He handed the gift to her.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“Open it.”

She opened the envelope and removed the card. In neat handwriting, it said, “Treat me like a princess. Fuck me like a whore.” She laughed. “Oh my God! You know I love this quote.” Tearing into the wrapping, Cecily held up the see through box that contained a silver jeweled tiara.

“For my princess,” Gage offered, smiling. “There’s a gift certificate inside for a massage, too.”

“I’m speechless.”

He made it an anniversary tradition to write down a quote and buy her something that fit the theme.

So far, she’d never returned anything he bought her. “I couldn’t be happier.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I bet you’d be happier if I fucked you like a whore.”

“Oh…that would be the cherry on my sundae.”

He nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Speaking of cherries, have you been a good little girl?”

Cecily giggled. “Am I ever good?”

His teeth grazed her earlobe. “Yes, you are. Take off your panties.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton underwear and worked them down her thighs.

Gage pushed her back on the bed and grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He yanked her panties off and tossed them on the floor. He pushed her shirt up exposing her breasts and pulled the garment over her head. His fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her mound.

Her breath caught and she opened her legs wider, willing him to stroke her smooth pussy. Already, her cunt throbbed and dampened at the thought of his touch.

He stepped back from her and released the top button of his Levi’s. Grabbing his erection through his jeans, he asked, “Is this what you want?”

“Mhm,” she said, nodding her head.

“Well, you can’t have it. You’ve been naughty.”

She furrowed her brow. “That’s not fair.”

He took another step back. “Touch your pussy for me. Make it wet.”

Licking her fingers, she slid them over her nipples and down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. She watched him rubbing his erection through his jeans.

“Now, Cecily,” he demanded. “I want to see your fingers dripping with your juice.”

She lifted her legs, bending her knees and slipped her finger inside her folds. Her body contracted when she pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger.

He growled and released another button. “Make your fingers disappear into that tight little cunt.”

She moved her hand lower and touched herself, her fingers coming away wet. She licked her juices. “Mmm…”

Watching Gage work the muscle in his jaw, she knew he wouldn’t be able to tease her much longer. She pushed two fingers inside her pussy and pulled them out, trailing them down to her ass. She rubbed her fluid around and pressed her finger against the tight hole.

Pushing through the slight resistance, she gasped at the sensation and was excited by the taboo of finger fucking her own ass.

“That’s right, baby. Punish that asshole. Loosen it up for me.” Gage released another button and the head of his cock peeked out.

Cecily licked her lips and stared at the tip of his thick shaft. Her pussy wanted it but she had to play this game his way. She pushed her finger into her ass a little further and used her other hand to play with her clit.

Gage’s breathing increased, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, tonight. But, first you need to come for me.”

She bit her lip and rubbed her clit faster. A moan tore from her throat as the first contraction struck. Digging her heels into the mattress, she curled her toes and squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh, God.” Her clit pulsed and her ass tightened. She arched her back and held her breath as the final spasm rushed through her body.

“Holy shit! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you come like that, baby.” He popped the last two buttons on his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He took his thick erection into his hand and stroked it. “You’ve earned this now.”

Incapacitated from the intensity of her orgasm, Cecily didn’t move when he advanced.

He stood between her legs, the height of the bed providing perfect access. He leaned down and kissed her softly. Running his tongue along her jaw line, he licked down to her breasts. Using both hands, he squeezed them together and licked her nipples.

The heat of his mouth sent bolts of lightning directly to her swollen clit. His heavy cock, rested on her stomach.

She grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him up and in her. “Gage, please…”

He chuckled. “You’re sounding desperate, babe.”

“I am. Now fuck me before I die.”

“You make this so easy.”

Cecily groaned and pulled his hair. “Don’t make me get rough with you.”

“Like this?” Gage grabbed her wrists and locked them above her head using one hand. His other hand reached between her thighs and he worked two digits inside her. He fingered her hard and deep. “Rough enough?”

Closing her eyes, she moaned her approval.

His teeth grazed her nipple and his thumb found her clit.

All three sensations at once threatened her consciousness and she tried to free her hands.

Using her wrists, he pulled her up into the sitting position. His cock angled at her face. “Open your mouth. Now, I’m really gonna fuck you like a whore.” He let go of her wrists and tangled his fingers into her dark hair, grabbing fistfuls on both sides.

Cecily licked her lips and opened her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his ass.

He groaned and slid his thick shaft between her lips. Moving his hips, he began a steady rhythm of fucking her mouth.

She looked up at him and squeezed his ass hard.

“Yeah, baby. That’s so good.” He pulled her hair to force her head to meet his thrusts.

She brought one hand around and cupped his balls, squeezing and tugging gently. She pushed his hips back, disengaging his cock. “I want to lick your balls.” Stroking his dick, she leaned her head beneath it and sucked one ball into her mouth while fondling the other.

Gage breathed faster, his lips slightly parted as he stared down at her.

She alternated sucking and licking his balls until he told her stop or he was going to come.

Gage released his hold on her head and flipped her onto her stomach. He pushed her facedown on the bed, holding her still by the back of her neck. He teased her slit with the head of his cock, pushing in an inch or so.

“Yes,” she mewled, pushing back against him.

His fingers dug into her hips and he sunk his full length into her pussy.

Cecily cried out, her fingers clutching at the duvet. His thick cock stretched her pussy creating the most delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. No matter how many times they made love, it always felt like the first time to her.

He touched her ass while he pumped her cunt hard and deep with measured deliberation. His finger probed her tight hole, slipping in a fraction.

The double penetration caused her clit to ache and she had to touch it. Her body begged for release from the pressure steadily building.

He pushed his finger deeper into her ass and added a second slowly.

Her breathing accelerated and she panted. Her body shuddered and seized as the orgasm hit, one shockwave after another. Her pussy contracted, squeezing his cock and she screamed. “God, Gage. Oh my God!”

“That’s right, come for me. I love to feel you coming on my cock.” He granted her no quarter and continued to pound her pussy and probe her ass.

When her shivering calmed, he pulled out and turned her over. Poised above her stomach, he held his dick in his hand and massaged the swollen head. “Make me come, Cecily.”

She replaced his hand with hers and stroked his erection. Her other hand cradled his balls and pulled on them.

His jaw tensed and a guttural growl started in his chest and rose to his throat.

She slid her hand up and down faster until his cock pulsed, sending a stream of hot come on to her left breast. Using both hands, she milked his cock and aimed it at her stomach where more of his creamy seed released. Pulling him closer to straddle her face, she took his throbbing shaft deep into her mouth. Sucking hard, she pulled the last bit of come onto her tongue and swallowed.

“Damn,” he said, on a breathless whisper. “You were amazing.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, thoroughly satisfied with their escapade.

He lay down beside her and kissed her cheek. “Happy anniversary, princess.”

“Back atcha, babe.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on June 28, 2011!

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Six

My dearest Richard,

I can only tell you what an utter joy you are. How many men could manage to frolic with three women and satisfy all of them? I'll admit that I doubted how I'd feel sharing you. The idea had seemed so delicious when I proposed it, but then, the possibility occurred to me that you might find one of the younger women more appealing. You allayed all my fears by insisting that you had only come at my earnest entreaty and the others should follow my instruction to the letter if they wanted to partake of the sensual delights a grown man could show them. Of course, they agreed. What voluptuous female wouldn't? And so, we proceeded.

First, you and I demonstrated erotic foreplay. Once all of us had removed our clothing, you set about kissing my breasts while your hand went between my thighs to seek out my most sensitive flesh. I'd never performed for an audience, and I found it a most exciting experience. I glanced over at the others as you teased my pearl and discovered that they'd joined in by dallying with each other. The arousal became all the more intense as the three of us seemed to share it.

As I watched fingers stroking and tugging on pussy lips, I felt the pressure of yours against my nubbin. All the while, I enjoyed the heat and moisture of your mouth around my nipple. Finally, it was all more than I could bear without spending. And I so wanted to feel your rod inside me at that glorious moment.

Before I lost the use of my faculties entirely, I took over from you. I urged you onto your back on the blanket we'd brought and informed the other women that they should watch how best to pleasure a man...by fellating him. By now, of course, Long Tom was firm and thick and ready for my attentions. You succumbed so valiantly, allowing yourself to be used for the education of the others.

Their faces registered their awe at so large an instrument, and they watched in rapt attention as I lowered my head and took your handsome cock into my mouth. They squealed in delight, exclaiming that the lad they'd both known had never had so admirable an erection. They remarked on your length and girth and begged that they also be allowed to have a moment with you.

I graciously let them take their turns, and they soon overcame any shyness they might have felt. One grasped you at the base and stroked while the other kissed the head of your member. After a while, they lost all fear of what would soon become the instrument of their rapture. The noises you made signaled your rising excitement, and I had to warn them that if they wanted to watch a man spend, the one sucking on you should cease and let the other use her hand to finish you.

They eagerly complied, and soon you treated us to the sight of a man in the throes of orgasm. You released such a quantity of sperm, the two of them could only marvel at the power of your release. I didn't tell them that you might then need some time to recover before you could perform again because I had faith that you'd still find a way to give us all climaxes. You didn't disappoint.

You offered to gamahuche the others, showing them what a man of some experience could do to that marvel of the female anatomy. Sally, the shier of the two, seemed near to swooning at the mere thought of your face between her legs, but Bess called her friend a fool. She then further dared Sally to watch her take such pleasure and still refuse to enjoy your talents in pleasing a woman. She lay back, spread her legs, and waited for you.

Of course, you'd already aroused me to the point where I could scarcely catch a breath. Trusting you as I do now, I didn't doubt for a moment that you'd succeed in satisfying me. Still, I had to watch you doing the ultimate for another woman while I had to wait. Some day, I'll think of some mischief to work on you to get my revenge, and we'll both have a good laugh to celebrate.

In any case, in my agitated state, I reclined on one elbow while I observed you lapping at Bess's eager cunny. Fingering my pearl, I continued the work you'd begun. Sally declared it a pity that I should have to stimulate myself when so many adventurous lovers were at hand. Soon, she and I lay next to each other, our hands placed over each other’s mounds.

"Wouldn't you like to have my lover's tongue against this precious scrap of flesh?" I asked as I rubbed her nubbin.

"Oh, my lady," she exclaimed. "I'd swoon. I know I would."

"Of course, you would. It's more powerful than you can know."

"You can't believe how wonderful this is," Bess said. "I've never felt the like."

My darling, you were doing such a wonderful job, devouring her so deftly that her cries soon floated up to the trees above us.

"Your friend will spend now," I told Sally. "Then you may take your turn."

"You must...ah!" Bess cried. "So good. Yes, now. Now!"

She followed that with shrieks of delight as she climaxed. The sounds of a woman thoroughly gamahuched. You didn't slow your ministrations until she stopped shouting and melted into a puddle of flesh against the blanket. At that, you sat up, revealing that your rod had returned to its earlier vigor. Stiff again, rising proudly from your body. Proof that we'd all have more fun with it before the morning had ended.

"Now, then," I said to Sally. "Your turn. You mustn't fear my lover. He's here to give you pleasure."

Sally blushed, but then, her skin had already taken on the pink hue of sexual excitement. As you approached, she allowed me to pull her back against my front, and when you spread her legs, she sighed and relaxed, closing her eyes. While you worked your magic on her nether regions, I stroked her ample breasts and tugged gently on her nipples. In all honesty, we showed the two of them the best that the sex act has to offer. Voluptuous play that most people only experience in their fantasies. With my fingers and your tongue, we shared delights that the unimaginative never have. And we hadn't even engaged in true coitus yet.

Sally enjoyed the stimulation of your mouth on her pearl with as much ardor as her friend had. Soon, the flush of passion covered not only her cheeks but spread downward over her chest and her ample bosom as well. Again, I had to wait for my own satisfaction, but in truth, the anticipation had its own charm. A prolonged period in that state promised an even better orgasm when it came than instant gratification could offer. In short, I knew that when you'd finished with the second young woman and I could take your cock inside me, I'd have sexual congress more intense than I'd experienced before, even with you.

Sally quickly approached her peak, her breath coming hard and fast.

"I die!" she gasped. "Too much. I'll expire!"

"You will, and you'll recover, goose," Bess said.

"Oh, my lady!" Sally was nearly screaming now. "Ah, ah, ahhhhh!"

With that, her body jerked a few times, her pelvis rising. You'd worked your marvel again, my darling. When you released her and sat up, you gave me such a knowing, wicked look, I couldn't miss the meaning. You were ready for me now, and I could command your body for my pleasure.

"Now, my dears," I said. "Shall I show you how a mature woman frigs her lover?"

They both agreed that I should and that they'd watch carefully to learn how best to please a man while ensuring their own satisfaction. In order to show our union to the best effect, I instructed you to lie on your back. You complied, and soon, I'd swung my leg over your body and grasped your rod.

"As large as your lover's cock may be, have no fear that your body won't accept it," I told the others.

"His is very large, indeed," Sally said.

"If your man has prepared you, the passage of his member will only give you joy. Watch, as I show you how to take him." At that, I parted the lips of my pussy with my free hand and guided the tip of your instrument between them. Finally, I could lower myself onto you. I did it slowly, measuring the passage of your body into mine by inches and giving the others a good view of how our union was completed.

My darling, I have to confess that my patience ended the moment you were embedded fully inside me. All the waiting had taken its toll on my nerves, and I could only ride you with wild abandon. I no longer cared about the others or even you, dearest Richard. My hunger demanded satisfaction.

As I moved up and down, causing such delicious friction against the walls of my chamber, the fury inside me built. As usual, you recognized my need and thrust upward to meet me. Grinding my pelvis against you on every down stroke, I managed to rub my pearl against you until my excitement had built to an almost unbearable level. Finally, I no longer needed to wait but could take every pleasure that your body offered mine. You seemed to swell inside me, or perhaps I only grasped you harder. No matter. The ultimate moment approached, and I let it take me to that sensual heaven that only you and I share. I spent with a force that robbed me of all reason, my pussy convulsing around you for long moments. In the end, I went limp, falling against your chest while my heart beat against yours.

The others marveled at what they’d just witnessed, begging to take their turns with your cock. By now, Sally had lost any pretense of fear, and she demanded to be the first to try this new treat. When I climbed off you, she took my place and was soon cooing with delight as she bumped up and down, her breasts swinging. After having frigged you, I felt sated enough to lie quietly and watch the fun. I imagined this was how I must appear as I enjoyed the sexual congress with your magnificent tool.

By now, your face registered the strain all the frigging was taking on your control. You gritted your teeth as your upward thrusts became more frantic.

“You must finish soon so I may take my turn,” Bess said.

“I would, but it feels so good,” Sally answered. “A bit longer, please.”

Bess was having none of it, though, and she put her hand between her friend’s nether lips. Sally issued a loud cry, indicating that Bess had found her pearl. She didn’t last much longer after that. No lustful woman could. Grasping her own breasts, she tipped her head back and howled in her release.

“Please, kind sir, take me now,” Bess demanded. “I’ve had to wait so long.”

Sally got out of the way and stretched out near me while you turned your attention to her friend. Your cock had turned a livid color, showing how close your climax had come. In a heartbeat, you’d positioned yourself between Bess’s thighs and had driven yourself deep inside her. The two of you commenced a violent fucking--truly a glory to watch. Propping yourself up on your fists, you seemed determined to pin her to the blanket with your rod. She matched your ardor, the shameless female. She clutched at you, dragging her nails against the firm wall of your chest. That spurred you to even more frantic movements.

The storm broke over her first and then caught you up. You both made noises like wild creatures, and in another moment, our play had ended. We three adoring females curled up around and on you, praising your virtues as a lover and swearing our undying admiration. As wonderful as the experience was, I think I’ll keep you to myself for a while. For their part, the others decided that they’d go back to the young man they’d shared and school him in all the delights you’d taught them. I’m sure you will have made him a very happy fellow, indeed.

And so, my love, I’ll close for now. Know that I stand in awe of your talents and stamina, and I hope to test both in the very near future, to our mutual delight and pleasure.

I remain,

Your adoring X

Copyright Alice Gaines
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A Rough Ride

The following story is part of the new M.K. Elliott short story collection, Some Love it Rough, which is schedule for a mid-June 2011 release.

Content advisory: mild BDSM and penetration with a crop.

Furious, Lillian pulled the saddle from her mare’s back and dumped it to the ground. The horse snorted and shifted in the stall, sensing Lillian’s anger. Her thighs ached from the long ride and a thin sheen of sweat covered the horse’s flanks.

Her husband was working late, again. At least that was the excuse he gave her, but she had to wonder exactly who he was working on. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the secret text messages and phone calls in the bathroom came from his secretary.

So she was left here, alone in this big house and acres of land. The stables kept her busy, but teaching the occasional lesson wasn’t how she’d thought her life would turn out. She’d imagined herself as an Olympic rider once, but now, at the ripe-old-age of twenty-nine, her career appeared to be over.

                                                                          

Marrying Spencer Albright had seen to that. He hadn’t wanted her to travel around, entering competitions. He liked to have her home, and, wowed by his success and money, and with the promise of building her very own stables, she’d allowed him to.

Outside the stall, the sun hung low and red in the sky, the heat from the day finally waning. The horizon blushed pink, promising another scorching day. Lillian picked up her hat and crop where she’d thrown them, intending to hang them up with the rest of her tack.

She’d been a fool. She should leave him, but she was scared. When she met him she gave up everything, she wasn’t sure if she knew how to be on her own anymore.

Movement from outside halted her actions. The horse stayed steady so she wasn’t worried. If it was a stranger, the mare would be snorting her worry.

The broad shoulders of their young stable hand blocked the doorway. His tousled blond hair brushed his square jaw as he tilted his head to the side, taking her in.

“Oh, Mrs. Albright,” he said, his blue eyes traveling down her body. “I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

“It’s okay, Ben,” she said, shifting awkwardly under his gaze. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve lost my keys. I thought I might have dropped them in the stall.”

“I’ve not seen any, but feel free to take a look.”

He stepped into the stall, but then stopped. He studied her face, a frown marring his young brow.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

Lillian sighed, “What are you Ben? Nineteen, twenty?”

He grinned, “Twenty-two.”

“Twenty-two,” she repeated. “I can’t possibly explain the complications of marriage to you.”

He stepped toward her, closing the gap. “I might not know anything about marriage, but I know how to treat a woman. I’d know when I had someone amazing and I’d treat her right. I certainly wouldn’t be messing around on her.”

She bristled, “What do you know about someone messing around?”

“Mr. Albright’s secretary is a very attractive woman.”

“How would you know?”

Ben at least had the decency to look awkward, his foot scuffing the hay. “He’s brought her here when you’ve been out.”

“The bastard,” she hissed between gritted teeth.

He gave her a sympathetic smile, “You could do so much better.”

“Are you serious?”

His eyes roved down her body, taking in her curves. “Mrs. Albright. You have no idea how much better you could do.”

For the first time that day, a smiled played on her lips. The tension between them crackled. She’d always noticed the young stable-hand was seriously hot—she was a woman with eyes, after all—but she’d never imagined he’d be interested in her. She was ten years his senior.

The anger still raging through her body gave her new daring. “Would you like to show me?” she said.

Ben smiled back and reached out to take her hand. Lillian dropped her hat and slid her slim palm into his, his skin rough from hard labor. He tugged her into the hay stall beside the horse’s stable.

They stood, facing each other. Lillian’s heart pounded even harder than when she’d been pushing her mare to her limits.

Reaching out, he gently took her riding crop from her other hand. Using its tip, he trailed the crop up along the outside of her jean clad leg, and lightly whipped her on the bottom.

He grinned at her cheekily, his head tilted to one side.

She narrowed her eyes, “You do know I’m the boss?”

“Maybe it’s time for you to stop being the one in control and hand yourself over to me?”

“And what would you do with me, if you had me?”

He used the crop to lift up the bottom of her t-shirt, exposing her flat stomach. The gentle brush of the leather caused goose bumps to race across her skin. “Why don’t you let me show you?”

He nudged the bottom of her shirt again, “Take it off.”

Lillian’s breath caught in her chest. Hardly believing what she was doing, she crossed her hands at the bottom of the t-shirt and tugged it over her head. She stood before him, in only her white-lace bra and jeans.

Ben reached out and tweaked her nipple through the coarse material of her bra, sending shock waves through her, and she gave a little gasp of surprise. No longer did the young stable hand stand before her—this creature was all man.

“This too,” he said, using the crop to slide one strap from her shoulder.

With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her small, but round tits jutted out toward him, her nipples a dusky brown and already hard.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “You’re sexy as hell.”

Lillian allowed a smiled to touch her lips and arched her back, pushing her breasts out, lifting them. It felt good to be thought of as being sexy.

Ben tapped her hip lightly with the crop, “Touch your tits.”

“What if I don’t?”

He tapped her on her denim clad ass, this time with more force, but not enough to hurt. “I’d have to make you.”

A surge of lust tightened deep in her pussy. “Oh yeah?” her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah.”

                       

This time he struck the crop across her ass, hard enough to send a sting of pain across her buttocks. Lillian hissed air in between her teeth and a flash of panic ran across Ben’s rugged, but youthful features. “Is that okay?”

The sting subsided, leaving heat rising from her buttocks, leaving that area hyper-sensitive. “Yes, Ben. It’s more than okay.”

She reached up and cupped her breasts in her palms, feeling the smooth, soft skin, their firm weight. Pinching the sensitive nibs between her forefinger and thumb, she teased the nipples into hardened peaks.

Ben watched, his breath ragged. Her eyes ran down his solid frame, resting on his crotch where a thick line ran down one side of his jeans.

Fuck it; she wasn’t the only one who was sexy.

He nudged the fly of her jeans with the black leather. “I want to see the rest of you.”

Quickly, Lillian popped the button and unzipped her fly. Using her toes, she pulled off her shoes, before sliding the material down her slim thighs and stepping out.

She stood before him, naked except for her panties. She felt gloriously exposed—him still fully clothed, the whip still grasped in his strong hand.

Ben stepped forward, his gaze locked with hers. With one finger, he hooked the waistband of her panties, right above her bikini line, pinging the elastic. The flick stung her skin and she sucked air in between her teeth.

“You’re very brazen for someone so young,” she managed to say, her breathing heavy.

As if to prove her words, Ben slipped his hand into the front of her panties, his palm grazing her mound. He slid a finger along the seam of her lips, using her moisture to tease her open.

Lillian moaned as rubbed her wetness across her smooth pussy, lubricating every inch of her sex.

“Would you pay any attention to me if I was someone different?” he said. “Would we be standing here now if I played the meek boy and cowered when you said my name? I’ve seen the type of man who gets you going. I just want to see you with a strong man who also doesn’t also think he can treat you like shit.”

“And you’re a strong man?” she gasped as his finger pushed into her.

He spoke, his mouth close to her ear, “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

Her legs trembled and she reached up, gripped his shoulders for support as he slicked his finger back and forth.  “No,” he told her, spanking her ass with the crop still held in his other hand. “You stand upright.”

She did as she was told, forcing herself to stand up straight. Her thighs shook, the muscles in her stomach tight, her fists balled. Ben pushed a second finger inside her tight sheath and her muscles clenched against his digit. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed with a fast, flicking motion, in contrast with the slow, deep movement of his fingers.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she said as her pleasure grew as tight in her groin, pulsing steady waves outward.

Her orgasm washed over her as he fingered her, pushing hard and deep into her cunt, He kept his gaze focused on her, intense, and she cried out and whimpered, her hands reaching out to find something to hold onto.

Finally he caught her as her, just as her legs gave out from beneath her.

“We’re not done yet,” he said.

Half-carrying her, Ben draped her over a hay bale, her ass in the air. Slowly he, rolled her panties down her thighs. The material was soaking wet, the insides of her thighs slick with her own cream. Hay crushed beneath her breasts and stomach, slightly scratchy against her naked skin. Her sex was swollen, fully engorged and super sensitive.

He rested the cool whip against her hot ass. “Tell me you want me to whip you.”

“Yes, I want that. Whip me.”

The sharp sting of the leather lashed against her naked skin. Lillian moaned with each strike, squirming as he stood over her. She heard the sound of his zipper and twisted her neck to see Ben pull out his cock, hard and thick, and perfect. He wrapped the fingers of his spare hand around its girth and pumped himself, his hand slipping over his swollen head before moving back down.

“I want you inside me,” she gasped, her ass stinging, her pussy slick and desperate to be filled by a solid, stiff cock.

“No,” he said. “I’ve got something else for you.”

 Using the tip of the crop, he spread the swollen lips of her pussy, exposing her. The crop pulled away for a moment, then solid, cool leather, pressed against her opening. Carefully, he pushed the end of the handle into her, gently using her moisture to lubricate the way.

Lillian groaned. It was so cool in comparison to her hot flesh.

Gently, he slid the crop in and out. She felt every ridge slip between her swollen lips, her tight pussy taking all of it in. As she stretched to take its girth, he pushed harder and she grunted in response with each thrust, primal, guttural groans.

Lillian reached between her thighs, her fingers sliding over the swollen nub of her clit. The contact fired sparks as the hard length of the crop pumped in and out of her. She rubbed in frantic circles, knowing another orgasm was close.

Behind her, Ben continued to masturbate, she could hear the thwack, thwack, thwack of his fist pumping, slicking across the tight skin, his hardness just beneath the surface.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “I’m going to come.”

Her pussy pulsated against the leather crop, her muscles gripping the handle tight, throbbing as her second orgasm ripped through her. Her toes curled, every muscle in her body tightening.

Hot cum splattering her skin, raining down over her back and buttocks. Ben cried out as he came, holding the crop steady inside her, allowing her own waves to flood over her again and again.

The crop slid from her body and Ben dropped it to the ground. Every muscle relaxed, exhausted, slumped across the hay. He nuzzled down behind her, his mouth against her neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her, still naked, against his body.

Ben flipped her around and kissed her mouth. Instantly, she responded to him, kissing him back, his mouth soft but firm, his tongue exploratory.

He grew hard against her again.

Lillian laughed, “I’d forgotten how quickly young guys recover.”

“Faster than you husband then?” he said, trailing kisses down her throat.

“Husband?” she said, feeling more alive and younger than she had in a very long time. “What husband?”

                                                                          

M.K. Elliott

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.