Shower Fittings Part Two — Giselle Renarde

The summer house looked familiar, somehow. Michelle must have showed him pictures from her girls’ weekend. Or maybe it simply epitomized all that was luxury in a contemporary lake house. It was situated on a small inlet overlooking a lake mirroring trees on every shore.

But they hadn’t driven all the way to the Kawarthas for the scenery.

“Bathroom’s this way,” Michelle said, setting the latch-key down on the hall table.

Sterling followed her up the stairs. “In my day, a cabin was a shack. Just look at my parents’ old summer escape.”

“Yeah, one big room with a curtain separating the sleeping area from the kitchen.”

“And back when my grandparents bought it, all those cabins up there were the same way. They were the first black…”

“I know, I know,” Michelle smirked. “First black family on the whole lake.”

“I guess you’ve heard all my stories now,” Sterling sighed, throwing his arms around her. From behind, he grabbed her breasts and have them a good squeeze.

“About a million times, I’d say.”

Releasing her tits, he gave her a smack on the ass to lead on. “Luxury is overkill. We’ve got luxuries in the city.”

When Michelle opened the door to the master bedroom, Sterling’s jaw dropped. Floor to ceiling windows. There was hardly anywhere you could look without seeing the vast lake with its reflected trees like an upside-down Group of Seven painting.

“What was that you were saying?” Michelle teased, leading him into the lavish bathroom. “Luxury is overkill?”

The space was large. Large enough to fit the regular fixtures, plus a whirlpool tub, plus the most spectacular shower he’d ever laid eyes on. The shower door was glass. The floor and two of the four walls were made entirely of river rock. The remaining wall opposite the door was even more glass, looking out at the lake. The glass was frosted up to shoulder level so lonely boaters out on the water wouldn’t get too excited each time you took a shower.

Sterling counted five heads in total. The one hanging from the ceiling looked big enough to bathe an elephant. The other four were mounted on the river rock, two on each wall, and each of those fixtures had openings for four jets spraying in different directions.

Michelle was already down to her black lace skivvies when he looked over at her in amazement. Stepping through the glass shower door, she unhooked her bra and walked out of her panties. Naked and eager, she turned the sleek stainless steel handle to initiate a downpour. When she pressed the button next to it, all sixteen jets gushed with warm water. The steam was building up around the edges of the glass door already.

“What are you waiting for, mister?” she called, motioning her hand for him to join her.

It struck him that Michelle had never seemed more elated than she did in that moment. That would soon change. Tearing off every bit of clothing, he jumped into the shower. The hard rocks felt soft against his heels. The warm water and Michelle’s willing hands massaged his skin. Her lips were full, hot, ready to open up to him as she sank to her knees on the riverbed floor.

Jet streams pelted his chest from every direction as a rain shower fell on him from above. Michelle grasped his solid thighs. Her fingernails dug into his flesh. She took his cock in her mouth, sputtering and spewing the water that coursed down his body from that mega-shower head on high. As incredible as it felt to have her lips close around his cockhead, to thrust slowly in her mouth, to pick up the pace and drive his cock past that warm wet tongue in measured beats, he didn’t want her drowning down there.

“Get up, girl,” he growled, grabbing under her arms to lift her up and away from his cock. She ravaged him with kisses, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Sterling was a strong man. He had strong arms and strong thighs, and found no trouble keeping her suspended in mid-air. His thirsty cock still knew where to find her. Despite the water streaming from walls and ceiling, it knew the wettest place of all was between her legs. Better still, it knew how to get there. It surged forward, storming her cunt.

“Holy Christ!” she cried into his ear. She clung tight to his neck like she was afraid he’d let her fall.

“You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

She gasped when he leaned her away from him, and dug her nails into his flesh. He flinched at the sensation, but held her safe as ever. “I’ve got you,” he repeated, holding her at arm’s length. Her ankles were entwined behind his back. “I won’t let you fall, Michelle. Do you trust me?”

She seemed to search his eyes for the answer to his own question. “You know I do.”

“Good. Then relax, sugar. Just relax.”

Her eyes focused squarely on him, putty in his arms. “I’m relaxed, baby. I’m ready.”

Holding her close, cock to cunt, he thrust his hips and she moaned. With her gentle rocking motion, Sterling increased his. Her cunt enveloped him, her every movement milked his cock and encouraged him to pump. He was so deep she cried out in that unique exclamation of pleasure that says, Don’t you dare stop now!

He thrust upwards, bending his knees and leaping cock-first into her pussy. Her body bounced away from him, her ass landing against his muscular thighs with a wet smack. Water splashed everywhere—to the sides, across their chests, even leapt up into their mouths. Their sex reminded Sterling of an amusement park ride. It was thrilling almost to the point of being frightening, but always retained a touch of the absurd.

Water from their slapping middles jumped up to land in his eye, and suddenly he realized how worn out his arms had become. Obeying the command of his body, he said, “Time to put you down.” It wasn’t worth the risk of dropping her.

“Oh,” Michelle whined as her feet touched rock bottom. “Already?”

“Now who’s the beggar?” Sterling laughed, turning her whole body around. With her palms flat against the stone wall, Michelle was in perfect position for a thorough police search. Her man didn’t have to search to find what he was looking for. Reaching around her body, he gave her tits a good squeeze.

“What’s next?” she pleaded.

“This,” he replied, coming at her from behind. His cock had no trouble finding the wetness of her cunt. It was right down there between the soft cheeks of her ass. Follow that valley until it gets good and wet, and you’re right there. Right there.

“Right there!” she grunted, thrusting back against his hips. “Yeah, you got it baby. Right there. That’s the spot!” Her accolades would have rung out across the lake without those great windows in the way.

She inched closer to the wall, pressing her forearms against the rocks. When she leaned her forehead against her hands, Sterling took her by the hips. He moved forward with her as she stood up high on her tiptoes, poised for deep penetration. Holding tight to her hips, he gave her what she wanted. He gave it to her over and over again, and she sighed and panted and growled all the while.

“Get a load of this!” Michelle exclaimed, reaching for the shower head to the right. “I never realized it was a handheld.”

Grasping the stainless steel head, she pulled it from its cradle. Sterling promptly took it from her hand. When he held the four-jet wonder against her clit she cooed and giggled, writhing against the currents. “Oh, that is so good. Is that good for you, baby?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” he whispered in her ear.

Pounding Michelle’s pussy as he sprayed her clit, Sterling grunted and moaned. As he moved the shower head in circles around her lips and thighs, the fine flows sprayed his balls as well. The gushing warmth of the water felt incredible, and he knew he would come all the faster for it. Her body rebounded and recoiled and he thrust in her. The intensity surged, energy building in the muscles of his legs and thighs.

“Oh, baby…” Michelle cried as he let the gushing water from the jets tumble over her clit. “Mmm-mmm-mmm!”

Her arousal inspired his. Though she panted and moaned and begged for mercy, the water kept right on coursing at them from all directions. When an errant jet of soft, warm water caressed his balls, he just couldn’t hold back. “Oh yeah, babygirl, you do me so good, so good, so good!” He squeezed his woman’s tits as he came inside her.

For a brief moment, he couldn’t move a muscle. He was stuck in that instant of orgasmic seizure, hoping he’d never escape. His cock throbbed in her hot, wet pussy as she turned to kiss his shoulder. He found he could move after all, but only to kiss her neck.

Even after sliding the hand-held back into its slot, they basked in the warm water coursing over and down and across their bodies. Even after they’d turned off the multiple heads and jets, they held their pose in the stone shower until the steam died down enough that they could look out across the lake.

“What did I tell you?” Michelle asked, tracing her fingertips across his forearm. “This is some shower.”

“It’s a beauty,” he agreed. “I wonder how much it would cost to install one of these babies at home, parts and labour.”

Stepping out to grab a pair of towels, she replied, “More than you have at your disposal, my good man.”

“I am good, aren’t I?” he said with a self-satisfied grin. As he watched her run plush terrycloth all over her skin, he asked her to dry him off too. “I got you all nice and wet, now you get me all nice and dry.”

“Come on,” she laughed in response. “Let’s get dressed and get out of here before somebody thinks we’re breaking and entering.”

Jumping out of the shower stall and into his clothes, he asked, “Well, aren’t we?”

She turned to him with an incredulous expression on her face, and then smiled. “Honey, did you see me break anything to get in here? I used the key.”

“Girl, we are still trespassers, key or no key,” he replied as they opened the bedroom door. They stepped out into the hallway and froze in their tracks under the surprised stares of four wide eyes.

A woman with crow’s feet and hot pink highlights walked fearlessly toward them. Observing Michelle’s dripping-wet hair, she said to her companion, “Looks like these young people had the same idea we did.”

“You must be Sarah,” Sterling said, amazed by her calm reaction.

The woman put her hand to her heart, stepping closer. “No, but thank you for the compliment. Some people say we could be sisters, but…”

“Sterling, these are Sarah’s parents,” Michelle said. “Nice to see you again.”

“Always a pleasure, Michelle,” Sarah’s dad said, inching toward Sterling with an extended hand.

Sterling had never shaken hands with a biker dude before, but there was a first time for everything. “Good to meet you.”

“I have to apologize,” Michelle interrupted. “I had no idea you two were staying here while Sarah was away.”

The parents laughed, gazing fondly at one another. “Well, Sarah doesn’t know either. I’m sure she wouldn’t be too happy with us if she found out. About as happy as she’d be knowing her friends were sneaking in to use her shower.”

The two couples stood in the hallway considering each other. There was no need for animosity among fellow trespassers. With an infectious smile, Michelle touched the woman’s arm. “It’ll be our little secret.”

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Giselle is a favorite author here on Every Night Erotica, read more of her sexy stories.

Eroticist Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 50 short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and My Mistress’ Thighs. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

For more information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica or visit her Donuts and Desires blog at www.donutsdesires.blogspot.com.

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Fire Drill — Kris Winter

The fire alarm pierced the muggy darkness of the condo bedroom. Raising herself on her elbow, Alison saw it was 1:28 AM and slowly left her bed. She went to her front door and placed her hand on it, checking the temperature. It was no hotter than the rest of the place. This was probably another false alarm from the building’s 20-year-old system, set off by excessive humidity.

Opening the door, she peaked down the hall to the stairwell just in time to see Dan “from 2 doors down” exiting the hall. Tonight he was wearing purple and black shorts with a matching basketball jersey – An ensemble that she found complemented his coarse black hair and athletic physique rather well. His shift work kept her from seeing him often, but they’d flirted at the mailboxes a couple times. She decided to take part in this evening’s fire drill.

Closing her door, she turned on her bedroom light, evaluating the reflection in her dresser mirror. She removed her oversized T-shirt, revealing lacy bikini panties, then put on her favourite beige sundress. She quickly brushed through her flowing red pillow hair before leaving her condo.

Dan sat on the curb of the parking lot, among other awakened residents as the fire truck arrived. He was studying the grill of the truck when Alison crossed the headlights. He noticed how the opaque sundress showcased the shapely legs and backside before realizing they belonged to his neighbour.

“Hey Alison. Probably another false alarm from humidity?” he asked. Red emergency lights washed his tan complexion as he struggled to make appropriate eye contact.

“Yeah, I think so Dan.” She smiled as she noticed his distraction from her sundress. “It’s the same flashing light on the lobby panel as last week.”

They made more small talk for a few minutes before a fireman came from the building and informally announced that it was a false alarm.

“Guess that’s our excitement for tonight.” Dan said.

“I suppose.” Alison agreed. They made their way to the stairwell door then Alison led Dan up the three flights without speaking. He returned his attention to her behind. He was now close enough to notice the texture of her lacy panties beneath the fabric of her dress. They reached their floor.

“Well, have a nice night.” Dan offered as they came to his door.

Alison looked down the hall to her door, then at the floor between them. “Would you like a nightcap? Maybe a wine spritzer? It’s a good summer drink. ”

Dan smiled. “OK. Actually, that sounds good.”

Alison smiled then turned, leading him down the hall to her place. They entered her dark condo without turning on a light, navigating by the glow of the streetlights through the vertical blinds. She led him to the kitchen where she opened the icebox door and produced an open magnum of chardonnay and soda water. Free-pouring generous amounts of wine into large tumblers, she topped them with soda and opened the freezer door, producing frozen green grapes.

“Instead of ice.” she told him as he watched with fascination. She put a handful of grapes in each tumbler and handed them to him. “Could you take these to the coffee table?”

“Sure.” As he took the drinks into the living area, Alison replaced the bottles in the refrigerator, and glancing through the open concept condo to make sure Dan wasn’t watching, quickly removed her panties and tucked them into the salad crisper.

Dan took a seat on the sectional sofa in time to watch her open the vertical blinds completely and draw them to the side, allowing a streetlight mere feet from the window to provide more illumination. He watched Alison cross the window, once again noticing the silhouette of her legs against the sundress; backlit like this, it seemed like nothing more than cheesecloth. She remained standing for a moment to arrange throw pillows along the back of the sofa. Dan took the opportunity to glance at the shadows of her dress where her lovely legs met and noticed more detail than panties would allow.

“Cheers.” She took a glass from him. She sat with their knees touching. “To you” he said. She caught their reflection in the dark screen of the TV across the coffee table. They clinked tumblers and drank. “When it’s this hot, I feel cooler with no lights on,” she said.

“Yeah, I guess we can manage with the streetlights.”

“I was thinking it’s more like moonlight.” She sipped.

“In that case… I might have to kiss you, you know.”

“Dan, we’re alone on my couch at quarter to two in the morning. I just served you a drink in the dark. You know, it would serve me right.”

He leaned over and put his lips to hers. She felt his breath on her cheek as his tongue parted her lips. He set his glass on the coffee table. He slowly caressed her small but firm breast through her luxurious red hair, soaking the dress material with cool condensation from his drink. She sighed and shifted her bottom on the hot upholstery below her. She met his tongue with hers, probing his mouth as her nipples hardened.

She pulled her head away and put her drink on the table. Looking him in the eye, she put fingers of both hands in the waistband of his shorts. As she tugged them, he raised his hips allowing the shorts to be lowered to his knees. She lowered her eyes to his upright member. She then scooped a few frozen grapes out of her drink with one hand and took Dan’s penis in the other. Holding the grapes palm up, she carefully bent it down till it touched the cold fruit. He shuddered with excitement and just a little discomfort. She smiled devilishly and slowly squeezed the grapes and his cock with both hands, till juice trickled down the shaft.

Dan stood up breathing deeply, and took Alison by the shoulders, standing her up as well. She stood with her face inches from his as he bunched up her dress around her waist and then raised it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She slipped his jersey over his head as he stepped out of his shorts.

She sat back down, taking his hand and pulling him to her. She leaned back and shifted her ass so her legs were on the sofa as he kissed her neck. He positioned his knees between hers, one by one as a few cool drops of grape juice tickled her inner thigh. She lowered her hand to his hardness, pausing to rub it against herself before pressing his lower back with her other hand.

Dan slid his hands under Alison, savouring the feel of her firm round ass on his palms. He tongued her earlobe as she guided him to enter her fully. He withdrew almost entirely, slowly thrusting again and again till he found their rhythm.

Alison breathed urgently and opened her eyes wide as his cock filled her. Her eyes had grown quite accustomed to the low light in her condo now, and she noticed their movement in the reflection of the dark TV. As Dan plunged into her more forcefully as their need grew, she stared at the reflection of his ass and shaved balls in the TV screen, rising and falling between her knees now bent and now straight, toes pointed to the ceiling. She watched her hands lower to his buttocks and clutch them. She raised her hips to the arc of their passion, feeling her orgasm soar and flush her face as she stared at the image of their fucking.

Dan began thrusting more quickly and she knew his climax was near. Panting, she slid her middle finger between his cheeks and lowered her finger nearly to his scrotum. As Dan reached his threshold, Alison caressed him with her finger, pressing into him, feeling contractions of his loins on the pad of her finger and pulsations of his cock deep inside her. He came deliciously into her, biting her earlobe, leaving a mark he’d notice the next morning over coffee. Their breathing slowly returned to normal. They shared thoughts after sharing flesh, before drifting off to sleep entangled in each other’s limbs.

They’d wake later and make more very sweet memories before sunrise, but Alison always thought the most unusual mental association she took from that evening involved a fire alarm… After that night, hearing one aroused her.

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And It Feels So Good — Donnie Magazino

She should have felt liberated. After nineteen years of lonely nights and uncomfortable mornings; Nineteen years of spats, silences, shared secrets and well-hidden lies; Nineteen years of unholy matrimony to a man whose bags, in the end, she couldn’t wait to help pack, Sophie should have celebrated the arrival of the divorce papers with a series of spirited back-flips across her living room. But instead she just felt empty and alone.

And after a month of having no arms to collapse into at night, she also felt horny as a rutting elk.

Horny enough to wonder what the UPS was hiding under his brown uniform. Horny enough to spend her evenings in a daze, awaiting the next chapter in her life. Maybe he’d have dark hair that spilled over his forehead like a visor. Maybe he’d be tall and broad-shouldered, or short with the wiry frame of a middleweight boxer. Maybe his voice would scrape the lower registers before soaring into the night. He could be blond, thin, redheaded or heavy. He could be whatever he needed to be to send a shiver up all the right places.

But strong, full lips were nonnegotiable. She craved those lips on the base of her neck, nibbling, nuzzling, pecking away and distracting her from the unfinished life of a brand new divorcee. Meaty hands would be nice too. A flat chest, a strong jaw.

But where would she find this package?

It wasn’t Ron, the ice salesman (no personality and smelled like bacon). Vincent looked a decade older than his profile picture. And Jeffery was wrong in every way. So were Keith, Ezra and Tim. Online dating was a waste of time, the wrong way to go about scratching this itch.

Then she met the new neighbor and everything snapped into focus.

He was strolling from the moving van to his new home next door, thick mitts wrapped around a love seat. She found herself gasping, caught for an awkward second in his predatory gaze. He was all shoulders and torso and frat boy smile. A well-tanned break from her lonely routine; an answered prayer in a muscle shirt and half-shorts.

He came over to introduce himself. And the first five minutes were a blur. Something about his name being Darin and being new to the Minneapolis area and he was from Des Moines or maybe it was Denver. Who could concentrate with her needs screaming from the deepest pocket of her loins like that? Those lips, those sturdy shoulders, that voice.

“So I’ll be back later. Would seven be cool? he asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“For that drink. Remember? You invited me for a drink to welcome me into the neighborhood.”

“Right, yes! I did.” She did. But where did she find the verve to flirt with this handsome stranger? It was as if she were guided by somebody else’s spirit. Somebody more adventurous than she could ever be.

“So… seven? Would that be cool?”

“Seven would be perfect,” she growled, suddenly a cougar.

What has happened to me? she wondered, watching his backside ripple back to the moving van. But she wasn’t complaining.

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There was too much to clean before seven. Too many remnants of the life she longed to forget: a dusty towel discarded behind the toilet; tennis shoes Steve was too cheap to throw away. And the T-shirt.

It was a faded white shirt once emblazoned with the name and logo of some heavy metal band nobody today would ever admit to having liked. It was tattered now, nearly shredded. And for a head-spinning second it reminded Sophie that her union with Steve wasn’t a nineteen year nightmare after all.

He was wearing it that night. But only for a few hours. It was sweltering outside – and inside as well, because this young couple was still drowning in student loan debt. No air-conditioner. Only a rusted old fan roaring away in the corner of their love nest’s attic.

He didn’t care that she was puddled in sweat, that her hair tumbled into a bright orange mess over her sunburned shoulders. He had to have her. And in those days that meant roping himself around her, his strong arms pinning her body into a long loopy noodle. Her legs weakening as he coated her neck and cheek and forehead with wet kisses that made the room spin out of focus…

“It’s too hot, honey,” she begged. But she didn’t mean it.

Her arms curled back and guided his lips – so firm, so determined – to just the right places. He unwrapped her like a long-neglected birthday present. And she could have swallowed him whole. They tumbled into a knot, fell to the floor and landed in each other’s embrace. It sometimes seemed the embrace never ended. She could still feel those hands lost in her hair…

But the doorbell reminded her that he was long gone. So she answered it and welcomed in the first page of her life’s next chapter.

It was Darin, of course. She had hoped for a second that Steve had come back for his T-shirt. But no.

“Hello, neighbor!” he said.

“Take off your shirt,” She ordered. She was never any good at small talk. And who needed it now. There was no mystery behind his presence there; no reason to convince themselves that this was just a friendly chat between neighbors.

And Darin was just there to help her forget anyway. Forget Steve, forget those lost nineteen years, forget the loneliness that jabbed at her insides. He was there to be a distraction. And with those abs that rippled into a flawless torso, he was very good at his job.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. He moved closer, grabbed her.

But something happened. Those hands on her hips become somebody else’s. His limbs, his face, even the scent rising from his skin soon followed. This alluring stranger was fading, surrendering to a ghost Sophie thought she’d had enough of.

And Sophie welcomed him with a kiss that nearly left his lips without skin. She was clawing at his clothes, scraping away at the outer shell, seeking the Steve underneath.

Several sloppy, wet seconds later, she found him. Just in time to be bent over the kitchen counter. With his hands busy holding her breasts in place he raised her skirt and lowered her panties with his teeth. A tricky move, but well executed.

Then he rose and leaned into, his cock stretched to full bloom. She was tense, too tight. But he was determined. He took another try, then a third. Access denied. So he dropped to his knees, eased the doorway with his kisses and licks.
She quivered, lost her balance. A sharp inhale escaped. Everything was spinning into a blur. Too fast, too crazy.

Just like Steve. His slurps too noisy, his nibbles too hard. But she forgave him, finding the boy scout beneath this demon too sweet to ignore. And that mischievous tongue slithering off to sensitive regions adding spice to this sensuous stew. Just like Steve.

She was wet now, ready. Nails scraping into the counter, teeth clenched into a jack-o-lantern’s grin. He dove inside, gently. He picked up the rhythm, yanking back her hair and holding her hips steady. This was what she needed. This was what she missed most. A tingle found her spine and floated upward. So intense it tugged back on her eyebrows and glued her lips shut.

Then came a slapping, his hips crashing into hers. Other sounds intruded: the table’s arrhythmic clack, his grunts, her pleading, their breath climbing together, suddenly in sync.

More slapping urged her into a place she’d forgotten about. That landing into oblivion, that perfect collision with sweetness. That awful ache finally soothed.
She eased back into him, angling her hips, lowering her head. There it was.

And there it stayed. For hours, maybe days. Or so it felt. But really it was seventeen seconds of bliss. Seventeen seconds of their souls twisting together, knotting themselves into a tortured, sweaty, limb-stretching mess on the kitchen floor. He laid there, eased himself between her shaking legs and savored the steam they’d created.

There was more small talk while dressing and half-sincere promises to “do this again sometime.” But mostly there was silence. And an awkward goodbye.

Sophie smiled to herself as the screen door slammed shut. The evening was a reckless dip into a pool always deemed too dangerous. But she kind of liked inhabiting somebody else’s soul for a few hours. It was just what she needed: a vacation away from the good girl’s life. She climbed to her feet, found the T-shirt on the living room floor and threw it away. No need for the past anymore. Not with a future this alive with glorious madness.

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Donnie Magazino is the pen name of crime fiction writer Copper Smith, which the is pen name of screenwriter David Copper. He gets dizzy just thinking about who he actually is. But he’s pretty sure he lives in Minneapolis and plays the mandolin.

He’s currently writing a serialized novel of lurid pulp called Kitten in the Crosshairs. To read more from Donnie go here: http://www.jukepopserials.com/home/read/26.

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Cooped Up — Tilly Hunter

Nick put the last screw through the hinge of the chicken coop and stood back to admire his work. It was a pine A-frame ark with a cosy perching area opening onto a meshed run. Perfect for the four Plymouth Rock point-of-lay pullets they’d be picking up next week.

‘What do you think?’ he called over to Leanne.

She straightened from weeding the French beans. ‘Looking good,’ she said. ‘But you’d better test it out. See how comfy they’re going to be in the run.’

Nick clocked the change in dynamic between them. Leanne had a wicked smile on her face and a handful of nettles in her gloved hand. His cock tingled.

‘I suppose I should examine the wire from inside,’ he said. ‘Check no predators can get in.’

‘Yes. It’s very important that we make it safe and secure.’

Nick pulled the door at the end of the run. He’d made the opening large so it would be easy to top up the hens’ feed and water and to clean out the mess they’d make. He squatted down, testing the size of the triangular space. It was just over three feet high, and less that in width, with five foot of length for the birds to scrat around in. Nick dropped to hands and knees and crawled inside, towards the six-inch square pop hole that would allow the birds in and out of their sleeping quarters.

He twisted and sat down, cross-legged, staring out of the wire mesh. He was glad they had high fences around their allotment plot or the neighbours might think he was crazy. They’d be right. Leanne, who knew exactly how crazy he was in his desire to be dominated, swung the door shut and fastened the latch. Nick’s throat felt warm and his cock was swelling already.

‘Er, had you planned this or are you making it up as you go along?’ he asked.

‘I’ve had a few thoughts while you were working,’ she said. ‘But right now I’d like you to just test out the dimensions a bit. See what you can manage. Try lying down.’

Nick leaned back on his elbows and stretched his legs out. He lay down, but with his feet against the door he couldn’t lie flat. He bent his knees and lowered his head, his crown against the solid pine of the inner quarters. He admired how thoroughly he’d tacked in all of the wire along the pointed apex of the run. The flagstones beneath the coop felt warm from the sun.

Leanne stood over him, still brandishing the nettles in one hand. She took one and pushed it through the mesh so it fell onto his stomach. He gasped and pushed up onto his elbows, even though he felt no sting yet. She dropped another, a little lower. It landed beside his right hip and a pinprick sting made him jump. She aimed for his cock and he squirmed away as the leaf fell, folding himself into the far corner of the coop on his knees. Leanne emptied her hand of the stinging weed, strewing it across the floor of the run.

‘Poor Nick,’ she mocked. ‘Is your lovely wife trying to hurt you? She’s only weeding the vegetable patch.’ He gazed at her in her scruffy cut-off jeans and vest top, hair scraped back, and felt a surge of adrenaline through his pelvis. ‘Take your t-shirt off,’ she said. ‘And put it through the pop hole.’

Nick wriggled out of his top, ducking his head and scraping his elbows on the mesh as he struggled in the confined space. He squatted and shuffled along the coop to dodge the nettles and shoved it through the hole. Leanne opened the separate external door to the sleeping area and removed it. ‘Now take off the rest of your clothes and put them through,’ she said. ‘All of them.’

Nick stared at the pattern of nettles on the floor, looking for gaps where he could put a hand or knee without brushing against them. He eased himself back into a crouch and undid the laces on his trainers, hanging onto the mesh with one hand as he pulled them off along with his socks. He gingerly placed his toes between piles of leaves as he fed the shoes through the pop hole.

He undid his belt and flies and pushed his jeans and undies down over his hips. Adopting a press-up pose, he pushed them fully off with his feet, leaned on one arm and reached down to grab them. It occurred to him that he could use the trousers to push some of the nettles aside but Leanne had already thought of that. ‘Don’t,’ she said. ‘If I think you’re trying to clear the nettles, I’ll go and get some thistles too. We’ve really been neglecting the allotment. There are weeds everywhere.’ Nick pushed them through the hole. He had a sudden memory of playing Twister as a kid and sniggered.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘I was just thinking of Twister. Left foot green. Right hand red. Can I assume that all my efforts to avoid these nettles are actually going to prove pointless in the end?’

Leanne removed the rest of his clothes from the coop and looked him up and down. ‘Yes you can,’ she said. ‘I want you to lie down again. On your back. You’ll have to bend your knees to fit. And remember, if you do it slowly, they’ll sting more. Grasp the nettle and all that…’

Nick was already stretched out over them face down from handing over his final garments. His shoulders were beginning to ache from holding himself up. His toes were getting sore too. He stared at the leaves and could clearly see the fine, stinging hairs full of inflammatory poisons. He’d often brushed against nettles at the veg patch and developed itchy, red bumps on his skin. He tried to work out how to turn over and lower himself so his ass didn’t bear the brunt.

He walked his hands and feet to the left side of the cage, pressing his back into the mesh, then shifted his left leg over the back of the other, twisting his body. He felt sweat cool on his back as a breeze blew over him.

‘Looks more like yoga than Twister now,’ Leanne laughed. Nick’s arms shook. He gritted his teeth, put all his weight on his right arm and circled his left so he was now facing upwards. He considered whether collapsing would minimise the overall pain factor. He certainly couldn’t hold himself up for much longer. His cock was wilting at the physical effort. Leanne looked amused. He decided he would lower his ass until he felt the first sting, then execute a controlled collapse to get it over with. He was afraid of this unknown pain, nothing like a spank or a clamp. But he would never wimp out. He needed to obey.

He took a deep breath, let it out slowly and lowered his butt. He felt the hairs of the nettle hit the soft hairs on his butt cheeks first, telling him how close he was. He grunted at the first pinprick of a sting. He quickly lowered his legs then let his arms give way to roll his back down completely. It was like the sharp slap of a paddle hitting the whole of his body simultaneously. He had to squirm to ease the pressure of the planks on the top of his head, but he gasped as the movement brought fresh prickles wherever his flesh rose from the ground.

As the initial sting subsided, burning heat throbbed through his butt and back. He was bemused to hear the sound of a flock of chirruping sparrows rush into his consciousness. A plane passed low overhead, creating a brief, cool shadow over his body. His muscles were tense; he didn’t dare shift an inch for fear of new stings. He let out a long, slow breath and moaned. Now that the first rush of pain was over, he settled into the challenge of withstanding the intense sensation.

He heard Leanne snigger and turned his face towards her. ‘You seem to be getting used to it,’ she said. Nick’s cock was already stiffening again. ‘I want to see you wank, but I have something else for you first.’ Nick turned his head to watch without moving his body as she approached the fruit and vegetables they’d harvested earlier. She held out one of their ruddy Red Windsor dessert apples. Leanne crouched and pushed it through the pop hole. ‘Take it. I want you to push it into your mouth as far as you can then bite down. Keep it there while you jerk off for me. If you bite through it, I won’t give you permission to come.’

Nick’s breath quickened as he anticipated how much more restricted his air intake was about to become. He reached up and grabbed the apple. Opening his mouth wide, he pressed the glossy fruit inside. As he bit down, sweet juice dribbled to the back of his throat and he shifted his tongue to swallow it. He sucked in air through his nose. Leanne moaned. She had her hand pressed to her crotch. The sight made Nick’s balls tighten. He grabbed his cock and started to pump.

Before his brain told him to stop, his hips had started to thrust. More of the nettles’ tiny hairs punctured his skin, injecting new poison. He whimpered and pressed his butt down to immobilise it. Leanne had her hand inside her shorts now. Nick stared at the spot where her fingers disappeared and slid his hand up and down his cock faster. He hoped he’d get chance to delve down her pants himself later. His thighs tightened as he pumped faster and he fought to keep his ass still. Even so, he felt fresh prickles. The hot, throbbing pain from the now-crushed leaves was concentrated in his shoulders and ass. It surged right to the base of his shaft. His jaw ached around the apple and his teeth slipped further into the flesh, releasing a cloying whiff.

As he thought about Leanne’s wet pussy, he felt cum building and slowed his hand to delay its release. He looked up at her face and she smiled reassuringly. ‘You have permission to come,’ she said. He gripped his shaft more firmly and felt a flush of warmth through his body as the cum shot up his cock. He grunted hard through his nose as it flooded out, landing over his pubes. His muscles relaxed and his cock softened. He was maybe an inch away from biting right through the apple.

He wanted to relax all his limbs and enjoy the post-climax release of tension, but he couldn’t stretch his legs out and didn’t want to lower his arms into the nettles. ‘You can take the apple out now,’ Leanne said. Nick reached up, widened his teeth and removed it with a long sigh. Leanne unlocked the door and he shakily shuffled his way out until he was on his knees in front of her. His back and butt itched unbearably and he wriggled in discomfort.

She handed him a towel. ‘Clean yourself up,’ she said. ‘I want you to come into the shed and make me come with your tongue. If you do a good job, I’ll rub this on your rash.’ She showed him a tube of antihistamine cream. ‘Then I want to go home,’ she grinned. ‘I thought I’d make nettle and apple soup for dinner.’

‘So you had planned this then?’ Nick asked.

‘Of course,’ she smiled.

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Tilly Hunter is a British erotica author and newspaper journalist with a wicked imagination and a fondness for stories of bondage and BDSM. She has written for Xcite Books, Literotica and her own blog, Tilly Hunter Erotica. For more from Tilly go here: http://tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.co.uk/.

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Exposed To The Elements — Arianna Roget

She’d been standing by the bay doors of their suite, cell phone in hand, for ten minutes. She was naked. Inside, a lingering aura of heat still radiated from her body as if waiting to be summoned. But outside, the street lights cast shadows of rain droplets across her lush curves, cooling her ardor more and more and filling her with dread. Briefly, she glanced at his muscled frame, still dozing and unaware of what has happened. As she watched his smooth brown chest rise and fall, she allowed herself a small smile. Sighing deeply, she wished she were still lying next to him, that she’d never picked up the phone for the wake up call that would alert her of the storm that had delayed all outgoing flights back home. Other travelers would reschedule another flight with the standard grumbles and groans while she was rendered helpless to watch their perfectly executed plan unravel right before her eyes.

“Hey…what are you doing over there?”

He started to sit up in bed to get a look at her. The sheets slid away, revealing more of his body, stopping short where his rippled chest ended and the curled tufts of hair leading to his manhood began. She smiled hungrily, her mouth watering with the memory of his taste and scent and replied, “Enjoying the view.” He chuckled slyly, but suddenly, she remembered her plight and her face clouded over once more.

“The weather’s delayed my flight. I won’t be able to leave on time.”

“And why is that a bad thing?” he asked, rising to join her by the window.

“You know why,” she said, pushing him away. “Thomas will be back from his conference tonight. Now he’s going to beat me home, and I’ll have to lie to him again to explain why I wasn’t there…” Her voice broke as she strived to keep her eyes from flowing over. “God, I hate the lying so much!”

“You’ve done pretty well so far.” His voice tried to soothe her as his large hands curved around her waist and slowly, yet tantalizingly made their way towards her breasts.

“That doesn’t mean I like…ah!” She gasped as his hands squeezed her fullness, cupping them in each palm while simultaneously teasing her nipples to hardness.

“You see? It’s not all bad, baby. Your body’s never lied to me.”

“Please don’t do that,” she moaned as his hands glided from her breasts to her ass. Grasping each cheek firmly, he pressed his warm, thickening cock against her and slowly began to grind his hips, making her become one with his rhythmic siren’s call. She knew she should be worrying about getting back home, to make sure that their illicit love was not discovered, or even hinted at. She should be calling the airport again; maybe there was a break in the weather, a later flight, anything that would help her…

Suddenly, lightning crackled and flashed across the sky. Her eyes flew open; her heart leaped as her body summoned a primal instinct within her to flee. But as she reared back, the radiance from his bare chest found her, evaporating each inch of tension from her flesh. She audibly sighed as her body melded into his strong frame. His arms now surrounded her rounded belly, his fingertips tickling her own moistening curls below her waist. And that’s when she realized she didn’t want to worry about her flight anymore.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“That’s right, baby, I knew you’d come around,” he said, smiling. “The storm will blow over soon enough, but for now, just let me hold you.”

The fading thunder emulated the potent tremblings rising within her. They seemed to leap from her body to his palms, and back again, making goose bumps radiate from her breasts to her thighs. One large palm covered her silky bush while the other cupped her face, drawing her away from the window. Sniffing her hair, his slick, pointed tongue darted out to find the spot on her throat that would make her helpless to say anything but ‘yes’ to him. She gasped, fully aware of the hot moisture on her neck and between her legs. Once again, her mind struggled to regain control. Tightening her thighs close together and scrunching her shoulder up against her cheek, she tried to prohibit him further access to the lust she had for him that threatened to gush forth at any moment.

The lightning streaked through the clouds once again, this time with the thunder close behind. She cried aloud and willed herself to run. But her legs opened for just an instant, and he took full advantage, pushing one finger into her juicy folds. She gasped sharply, and this time, he kissed her, his tongue rolling over her teeth, entwining with her own, and then darting inside her mouth. With the same motion, his finger matched the rhythm, effortlessly gliding into her glistening expectant cunt.

His cock began to grow with an awareness of its own. Seeking to absorb the rising energy of their embrace, it nestled snugly in the groove of her warm, plump ass. Her hands reached behind her, slid down the front of his thighs, and then lightly grazed his sac and cock, pre-cum already adorning the tip. Sensing his need, she smiled slyly to herself, and kissed him back more deeply. At the same time, she placed her hands on his hips to steady herself. With his bulging hardness planted squarely in her warm cleft, she slid up and down its length, causing him to groan with pleasure.

“Oh, it’s like that now! Well, you can forget it! I’m getting that ass MY way!” His arms encircled her again, but this time, he pulled her up, flattening her body against his own. As their auras melded, she looked up at him. Once more, his tongue found her neck, and as he kissed her, her arms rose slowly to rest behind his head in an embrace of acceptance. The lightning and thunder snapped and rolled in confiding acquiescence as he lifted her luscious, caramel-tanned body with the delicacy of aChinadoll and laid her gently down on the bed.

He lowered himself down to cover her completely, melted over her curvaceous frame to meet her lips in a molten exchange. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as her own small palms stroked his smooth shoulders and scalp. Their kisses were strong and hungry now, each trying to consume and be consumed by the other. Outside, the rain joined the weather’s increasing frenzy with a loud hiss of urgency. Inside, he drew her to the edge of the bed, grasping her legs straight up in the air. Then slowly, he bent her knees toward her chest and pulled them apart. While he breathed in her lusty scent, the cool air found her still-moistening slit, causing her to shiver. Taking her hands, he guided them to hold one knee back, then the other, and then stood back to fully take in the sight of her body. There she lay, liquescent and ripe, with her full breasts and pussy stretched wide open in welcome.

As his eyes devoured and drank every inch of her, she never felt more naked, so exposed, and yet, so very ready for him. Another round of nature’s fury shook the room. Light flashed across her tight body as he knelt before her, and when the thunder crashed, she found herself reeling from its impact as he took her clit onto his tongue.

The pouring rain seemed to beat time with her growing cries and moans. One moment, she’d sound as frightened as a child. The next, her primal nature would cause her to grit her teeth and growl at each new sensation. He lapped at her slit as more moisture began to form. The tip of his finger slid into her as his tongue teased her over and over. He seemed to want to devour her all at once. His beard pressed into her softness, making her yelp at the roughness of the violation. But then he would tease her gently again, and instead of fighting the wicked sensations, she found herself craving them, wanting them, and to be at last taken by them, over and over.

She cried out as her body steeled itself for impact. A moment later, she blinked her eyes in bewilderment as she realized he had stopped. She looked for him, briefly gazing at her own body, slightly toned and tensed, laid open to receive any and all sensation. Light made by both nature and man pulsed through the room when she suddenly found him again. He stood looming before her, completely bathed in shadow. His hands seemed to drape the darkness over her thighs and knees as his hardness glided over her bush and belly. Then, with one hand, he lifted his dick, and with the force of a drawbridge, let it fall squarely over her clit with a thick thud.

She cried out again, this time in surprise. She had tasted his fine form before, but never had it felt so potent, so filled with raw energy. He guided the tip of him inside her opening and she received him gratefully, moaning deeply as her folds seemed to yield instantly to his size. Grasping her hips, he drew her to him so that her legs encircled his waist. Poised as she was, only her head, arms and shoulders touched the bed. The lust-ridden motions began to seep into every pore of her; his thrusts making her growl and cry all at once. One moment, she couldn’t take anymore, the next, he was all she ever wanted. His thick hardness pounded into her with an urgency he couldn’t explain. And as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hips met his with a primal call of her own. Outside, the storm creshendoed with them, echoed with the sounds of their own passion. Inside, he began to groan with her, his frame dripping sweat from his illicit work. He surged into her, pulsing against her more and more, faster and faster, harder and harder, until at last…

The sky crackled, and a tremendous BOOM joined with her screams of passion unleashed. Her hot opening gushed, then tightened around his hardness, drawing him into the tempest’s heart. It seized him completely, and at last, he, too screamed out his release. For a moment, they seemed fused together; their minds struggled to marshal a clear thought through the orgasmic haze. As he tried to keep his footing, his hands slid under her arms, pushed her onto the bed once again, and when her legs were secure, he gently collapsed on top of her. Their heat bubbled and popped between them, oozed in compliance with their humid atmosphere. Their breathing slowly returned to a gentler pace, and all the while, the storm outside finally started to die down.

The phone’s insistent ring cracked through the still-potent haze their lovemaking had created. Rolling over, he gazed at her languidly and stroked her cheek.

“Looks like the storm’s almost over,” he said with a trace of regret.

“No it’s not,” she replied, and met his gaze with the lightning, thunder, winds and rain still shining in her eyes, rolling in her spirit, waiting for him to join her, to release her, to ride the wave and enjoy her. With a broad smile, he dove into her eyes once again, holding her tightly closer to him…

And with one strong arm, he reached over to the nightstand and hung up the phone.

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For more from Arianna Roget go here: http://g-stringlibrarian.blogspot.com/.

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Romeo 1000 — Mel Murphy

I’d been working my new administrative job for a month and I still didn’t have a clue what my bosses did or made.

The office was a sleek three-story building in Silicon Valley. The place was full of geeky nerds who scurried past my desk muttering about programming code and hardware.

Mr. Hughes, my forgetful boss, supposedly had worked for NASA. I fielded three phone lines. The job was cake. It left me too much free time to ponder my ex-boyfriend and my non-existent sex life.

Our relationship was a train wreck but the sex had been muey caliente, especially the oral sex. Leo had a gift for giving head that usually had me screaming within five minutes. That’s what it did for our neighbor too when I walked in on them. We split up and now I dutifully went clubbing with friends every weekend, but all I got out it were hangovers.

One evening, Mr. Hughes’ mother wandered out of his office, champagne in hand. Hughes and his co-workers had been celebrating. She paused by my desk.

“Is my son keeping you late?” she asked.

“Nah,” I said between yawns, “I have to clean up as soon as you guys head to the restaurant.”

“Well, deary, I hope my son isn’t keeping you from a pressing engagement.”

“No.”

Smirking, she said, “If you don’t have anything planned tonight, you really ought to take a look at their new invention.”

She winked and strolled out to the waiting limos. At eight, Hughes and his coworkers left, leaving me to clean up.

I was about to get my key card and arm the front door alarm, when I remembered what she had said. I slinked down the empty halls and up to the third floor. My heels sounded loud as I reached the door to the main lab and paused, amazed to find it unlocked.

With a vague tension in my crotch brought on by the sneaking around, I opened the door and stepped into a dimly lit stainless-steel room. On one side was a bank of computer monitors, humming as indecipherable code drifted across their screens. I walked passed the monitors and paused, shocked by what I found on the counter.

Amazed I picked it up. It was a vibrator; a high-end, flexible model. Glancing at the door, I kicked off my heels, slid my panties off and stuffed them in my jacket pocket. I stood bare foot, legs apart and turned the vibrator on. It came to life in my hands and a warm drop of juice slid out of my aching snatch and down my right thigh. Panting with excitement, I propped one ass cheek on the counter and started to slide the vibrator into my wet and swollen hole. What was I doing?! I groaned. It … felt …  sooo … good. The head started to move in and out and I gasped, feeling my heart race and my pussy muscles tighten. Another five minutes and I’d be over the edge. With my other hand, I tugged my blouse open, yanked on my bra and spilled my hot tingling breast out. I pinched and circled one of my nipples. It wouldn’t be long now.

I caught something out of the corner of my eye. On the other side of the lab I saw a figure, sitting on another counter, staring straight ahead.

“Oh shit.”

I panicked. Had somebody just caught me breaking every rule in the employee manual? Desperate, I pulled the vibrator out, practically flinging it on the counter. I realized too late, I had to pee and embarrassment, I sprayed piss down my legs and onto the floor. I’d really done it. Fired for sure.

Gaping at the figure in the corner, I realized he hadn’t budged an inch. Shaking with fear and embarrassment, I stepped around my little puddle and walked slowly to the figure. My jaw dropped.

Perched on the counter was what can only be described as the perfect man. I switched on a nearby desk light to get a better look at my find. He was about six feet tall with pale bluish skin that looked more life-like than latex – and, oh my, A stunning cock. The kind of cock I’d dreamed about, tapered slightly at the end, with a neat faux foreskin that looked like it slid back at the end of a nine inch shaft and a thickness at the base that made me practically swoon. In the dim light, I tentatively touched the figure’s cheek and then his glorious member. It was warm to the touch. The figure, or robot — for that’s what he was — stared straight ahead, his glass eyes never blinking.

Brazenly, I sunk my fingers into my hungry cunt and rubbed frantically looking into this manufactured Adonis’ face.

“Oh Blue Boy, I’d like to fuck you till I screamed,” I groaned and then glancing to my left, made another discovery.

On the counter next to the robot was a three-inch thick manual with a cover that read: CYNDYNE CORP. ROMEO 1000 INSTRUCTIONS. Frantic, I picked it up and skimmed the first two chapters and then put the manual down.

“Romeo, huh?” I grinned up at the robot. “We’ll, see. But first you gotta make me scream.”

Following the manual, I grasped the robot’s right wrist and said, “On.”

The robot jerked slightly and then its eerie gaze focused on me. My heart was in my throat. This was a real job benefit.

“Stand,” I said.

The robot slid lightly off the counter and looked at me, expectantly. I stepped back slightly, feasting my eyes on his semi-stiff member.

“Become erect,” I ordered.

Obediently, the robot’s beautiful cock engorged and rose.

“Become fully erect.”

Now Romeo’s member seemed to throb slightly as it stiffened until it was almost touching his abdomen, which had flat sculpted abs.

“Show me your tongue.”

Romeo opened his sweet mouth and his tongue slid out … and kept coming. It was too much. Gasping and grunting with need, I stepped back until my ass was on one of the desks and I lay back.

“Go down on me,” I moaned, forgetting that I’d just wet myself a little while ago. What the hell, what did a robot care?

Romeo grasped both my thighs in his warm, flesh-like hands and that wicked tongue went to work on my swollen much-neglected pussy. First he drove his tongue deep inside me and then with little lapping motions worked back and forth over my wet lips with mechanical precision. Finally, he worked it up to my clit and, per my stammered instructions, began a steady back and forth lapping over the top of it.

“Oh … right … there.”

I moaned and fought to retain some composure but it was too much and I came, spilling my pussy juices all over the poor robot’s face and mouth. I think I even passed out for a second it was so good.

“Stop,” I murmured and sat up on the desk, panting and looking slit-eyed at my new perfect lover, “That’s the best head I’ve ever had.”

“Fondle my breasts.”

Obediently, Romeo reached out and deftly stroked and tweaked my nipples. He even slowly undid my blouse and opened my bra.

“Suck my tits.”

His still-wet mouth and tongue danced over my arching tits and sucked loudly on my throbbing nipples.

“Romeo, you are perfect.”

“Wait, stop.”

He did and I stood up, sliding my hot body against his seductively and then I turned around and bent over the desk legs apart.

“Romeo, mount me from behind.”

The robot grasped my hips in his hands and carefully slid his cock into my wet, wet hole.

“So good,” I grunted encouragement and looked around behind me to see what he was doing.

To my amazement, I noted that he hadn’t moved his hips that much, his cock had literally grown and reached out to push itself into my waiting pussy.

“Fuck me.”

With that, the robot started pushing and grinding in earnest and I moaned with every aching thrust of his blue cock. I was in love with this fuck machine. His throbbing shaft seemed to twist and bend inside me, getting my g-spot and every other spot in my insatiable cunt. A few minutes of this workout and I was coming again, my pussy slicking his artificial cock with my cum juices as my muscles contracting hard against it.

“Slow down.”

Romeo slowed his relentless rhythm and I turned and looked at him. His doll-like eyes were riveted to my bouncing ass. I grinned. So he likes his work, does he?

“Romeo,” I growled, “Wouldn’t you like to cum, baby? Wouldn’t you like to unload your swollen cock all over me?”

For the first time, the robot made a noise. He grunted! And with that, artificial cum shot warmly up inside of me just like the manual said it would and then Romeo withdrew and shot some more all over my ass and thighs.

Panting, I stood up and looked at him.

“Now that’s what I call overtime.”

Then I walked back over to the front of the room, where I’d been misbehaving with the vibrator. I giggled to think I’d gotten turned on by such a toy. I found an empty conference table that looked sturdy.

“Romeo lay down on this table.”

Immediately, the robot climbed up and lay face down. I laughed.

“No, I mean the other … wait, stay like that.”

I locked my eyes on his absolutely perfect ass, muscular and high as it grew down into long, powerful thighs.

I climbed up on the table and straddled that perfect ass. Gasping I started humping and sliding back and forth on it, getting my pussy juices all over it. It looked so perfect; I leaned down and bit it.

“Roll over,” I ordered impatiently.

Romeo rolled over and gazed innocently up at me. I ran my hand over his sleek, muscled abs and broad hairless chest.

“Become erect.”

His member rose as surely as the sun. I kneeled over his cock and quickly slid down, arching my back and moaning. God, it had been so long since I’d had some cock. I worked myself shamelessly up and down, grinding my aching clit against his fake pelvic bone. Panting, I humped my perfect fuck machine like a dog in heat.

Then, I slid off and gazed at the raging hard-on admiringly. I licked the tip, tentatively, and then slid the perfect glans into my mouth and worked it in and out. The robot calmly watched me, his expression unreadable. I released his cock and looked up at him, smiling.

I slid up until I was straddling his face.

“Romeo, suck my clit.”

Romeo’s magnificent tongue slid out and he clamped his sweet pouty lips around my throbbing nub. He lapped and sucked, and screaming, I came again. I’m one of those few women who can actually ejaculate when really aroused and this machine had me on the damn ceiling.

Sweaty and dazed, I slid off of him and the table. Hastily, I ordered him back to his corner and the position he’d been in. I tried vainly to make it look as though I’d never been in there. I got cleaning supplies and wiped up my puddle.

As I started for the door, Romeo blew me away again, by speaking for the first time.

“There will be more training tomorrow, yes?”

Shocked I stood in the doorway, a slight breeze drifting over my sopping-wet pussy and thighs. His voice sounded innocent but not mechanical.

“Uh, yes,” I stammered, “As much training as you want.”

“I like training,” Romeo replied, his eyes glimmering in the dim light.

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Mel Murphy is a part-time writer, full-time raconteur, a fan of men with washboard abs and margaritas (vs pina coladas).

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You Rang Madam Part Thirteen — Julius

If you missed any of Julius’ previous chapters of this very sexy  and erotic story go here.

Could they do it again? Another incredible climax like the last? She felt her body responding to his mouth on her nipple. It was as if she was plugged into a light socket. The same jolting rush, flashing from breast to pussy. Oh yes! She was going to cum again.

A police car turned into the lay-by and stopped ahead of the Rolls.

Phoebe pulled away from Hudson. While she frantically buttoned her dress he got to his feet and walked towards the police car.

She opened the Rolls’ rear door and sat down and waited.

After a long, animated chat Hudson came back. “He and I went to school together.” He climbed into the driver‘s seat. “He recognised the car as he passed, headed south. Came back to see if we were alright.”

Phoebe sat silent, trying to suppress the unaccustomed feelings of guilt. The scare had cooled her passions. She fiddled with the top button of the dress, feeling like a naughty little girl caught stealing sweets.

The police car pulled away and she got out and went to sit beside Hudson. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

Hudson started the engine. “Shall we proceed, Madam?” he said.

Phoebe cupped her hands under her breasts and hefted them. “We were proceeding very nicely I thought. What an incredible feeling that was. I almost came a second time just before that silly policeman arrived.”

“Never mind, Madam. Perhaps we can finish it later?” His cock was swelling again, just looking at those cotton-covered breasts in her hands. The outline of her big nipples was plain to see.

“We certainly will, Hudson.” She leaned towards him and slid a hand up his thigh. “Meanwhile…,” she didn’t finish the sentences but let her hand ease higher.

While he drove she unzipped his fly and eased his briefs down. Finally she had his cock out. Pleasuring him with her mouth proved too difficult. There was not enough room between him and the steering wheel, so she just played with him with her hand. Judging from his squirming he was loving what she was doing.

Never before had Phoebe been able to really focus on a man’s cock while he was helpless to stop her. What a wonderful thing it was. So big and so hard and so much fun to play with.

It was ugly too, in a primitive way, the tracery of veins, its strange upward curve and the angry red head. There was something frightening about it too, nothing like any part of her own body.

The Rolls purred on. “How long Hudson?”

“About average I suppose Madam, something shy of seven inches.”

“Silly man,” she giggled, “how long before we reach the house.”

“Twenty minutes perhaps Madam. If the traffic continues light.” Hudson gave a sigh and added, “I think Madam should stop delightfully teasing the chauffeurs cock.”

“Pray why, Hudson?”

“Because here in the suburbs with the slower traffic and such, people will be able to see what Madam is doing.”

Phoebe sat up, blushing furiously. To left and right she could see other drivers glancing at the big shiny Rolls. She glanced down and watched Hudson’s cock shrink. It was a most curious organ she thought but she yearned for more.

Hudson turned his head to look at her. “We’ll be there soon Madam.”

The mews behind the house was now a roomy three-car garage. Where once had been stabled horses, the Rolls now stood. Above was an apartment and they went upstairs, Phoebe leading. The view up her skirt held Hudson’s gaze. He slid a hand up the outside of her thigh. She slapped at his hand.

“Naughty Hudson!” she said, but there was laughter in her voice.

“This will be your accommodation I imagine Hudson.”

They went out into a corridor, which, in turn, gave access to the main house.

Half an hour later they had explored most of the rooms. The house was big, far bigger than Phoebe had expected. She had to admit, she loved it.

The sun streamed in through the windows at the front of the house that overlooked a small park. The room was pleasantly warm. Phoebe kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her dress again.

Seeing Hudson’s pleased smile, she said, “I’ll never get the chance to wander the house naked again, Hudson.”

He stood and watched as her dress slid to the floor to pool around her ankles. Dropping to hands and knees she then rolled onto her back on the polished wood floor. “What are you going to do now Hudson?”

Looking down on her sprawled nakedness Hudson knew exactly what he wanted to do. The bright sunshine lit her body making her even more desirable and lovely than ever. Gravity flattened her breasts slightly and separated them more on her chest. He wanted to lay his head between them.

The swell of her belly was less noticeable as she lay there but there was no mistaking her fuller figure. Her whole body looked so wonderfully soft and rounded.

“I hope I’m going to please Madam in some way.” There was a tremble to his voice that betrayed his arousal. “Is there anything you’d especially like?”

“Well, Hudson, in the car I was wondering about what people call sixty-nine. I was thinking about how it would be to do it with Marie. I mean I know how it’s done of course.” Phoebe was blushing now at having to talk to someone about something so intimate. “You and I have done a lot of things, but never that.”

“That would be delightful, Madam.” He sounded delighted. “Let me make us more comfortable.”

Much of the previous owner’s furniture had been left behind and Hudson gathered the cushions from the sofa and chairs and arranged them on the floor beside Phoebe.

When he was done he stood looking down at her while he undressed. Phoebe lay looking up at him, her legs apart a little while her hands stroked her mound.

“Madam looks very beautiful and very desirable.” He watched the stroking hand, longing to start but trying to appear unhurried. His cock waved as he moved and Phoebe watched it as if hypnotised.

“Do hurry, Hudson,” she said. She spread her legs wider opening herself.

Hudson looked and swallowed audibly. He could see the wetness of her, glinting in the sunshine. He dropped to his knees beside her.

“Perhaps Madam should be on top in view of her condition, or we could lie on our sides if that would be more comfortable?”

He moved onto the cushions and lay on his back and turned his head to watch her. Phoebe got up on her hands and knees and crawled across to join him. Her heavy breasts swung as she moved. Hudson thought them splendid. Seeing his glance Phoebe said, “I must look like a cow, don’t stare so!”

“Your breasts look utterly beautiful, whatever you say.”

“Don’t you mean udderfully beautiful?”

“They’re meant for holding and caressing and for kissing and suckling,” Hudson said with a sincerity that surely she believed.

She crouched above him, her pussy above his face, and stared down at his cock, inches away from her mouth.

Hudson gazed up at the bush of dark curls and the wet pinkness that divided it. On either side of his head were her pale thighs.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said.

“About to go down on the butler you mean?”

“Don’t talk like that, Hudson! I want nothing more to call you Jack and have you call me Phoebe. I mean, I can’t believe that prim and proper little Phoebe is doing something so wicked and sluttish.”

“There’s nothing wicked or sluttish about this, Madam. What we’re doing is good and beautiful.”

“Very well then, Hudson.”

She lowered herself and her pussy’s curls were tickling his chin. He raised his hands to her hips and pressed his mouth into her wetness.

“Oh God, Hudson,” he heard her say and then her mouth engulfed the head of his cock.

With soixante-neuf the only problem is that it’s so difficult to perform both functions at once, to give and receive. It’s just too much. So it was for Phoebe. Hudson was nipping her labia one moment and lapping between them the next. There was no way she could focus on devouring his cock, with that exquisite torment between her legs.

Her head came up. “I’m sorry Hudson, I can’t do that to you while you’re doing that to me with your mouth.”

Hudson turned his head and said. “Perhaps we should take turns. Let me know when you’ve had enough.”

He pulled her down against his face again as she said, “I don’t think I could get enough of this.”

The heat the wetness, the glorious musky scent of her were an incredible turn on. Her breathless begging for more and more told of her arousal. Hudson used teeth and lips and tongue to make love to her. Her juices filled his mouth and he swallowed.

 

Phoebe couldn’t believe what his mouth was doing to her. She stared down at his cock; it showed no sign of subsiding. She was glad; it meant he was happy doing what he was doing.

Hudson was indeed happy. It didn‘t seem to matter what he was doing to his mistress, with his hands, his mouth or his cock, worshipping her body with his. He’d become her slave. He ran his hands over her hips and pulled her down and sought her clitoris. Sucking it gently between his lips, he attacked it with his tongue tip. Phoebe’s body seemed to go rigid and he heard her voice begging him to stop and never to stop.

Her wet pussy seemed to engulf him. Hot, wet flesh and wet curls; breathing was difficult as she ground her cunt against his face. His own arousal mounted and he desperately needed to have his cock into her.

Then, bliss, he felt her mouth on his cock. She was sucking him. He thrust helplessly and heard her gag but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered but his release, their release. He tongue-fucked her and she cock-sucked him. Suddenly it was all about cumming. Hudson simply attacked her pussy with his mouth while trying to get himself off by fucking her mouth.

Phoebe choked and gagged as she tried to accept all of Hudson’s cock and at the same time humped her pussy into his face seeking her own release. The sun streamed in on them through the window and sweat glistened on their bodies.

Hudson came, helpless to stop himself and he just emptied himself, gush after gush after gush into Phoebe’s mouth. She loved it, accepted it, sucking and swallowing, tears streaming down her face. She came too, joyous contractions as her spasming pussy sought to milk a cock that was elsewhere. Poor Hudson fought for air through bruised lips. He swallowed yet again, near to drowning it seemed.

Phoebe rolled off him and lay on her side, breathing hard, her heart seeming near bursting.

“Oh, Hudson.”

“Yes, Madam?”

“Just, oh, Hudson,” she said happily. Her hand was still on his cock. Stroking gently, keeping him erect.

“Hudson?”

“Madam?”

“Will you think me a bad girl if I use this lovely thing some more?” She gave his cum-click cock a squeeze.

He gasped. “Of course not, Madam.”

Phoebe got to her hands and knees again, straddled him and guided his erection into her. She sank down onto him with a sigh. She leaned forward and took her weight on her hands. Her breasts swung above his face.

Hudson knew that there’d not be another orgasm for him but the feel and the sight of her above him was too beautiful to be missed.

Raising his hands he began caressing her pendulous breasts.

“Promise me something, Madam?”

“Hudson?”

“Never use any word but beautiful when referring to these?”

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