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Lusty Lit #17: Guess Who?

Art, Literature, Sex December 3, 2014

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Warning: Hot & dreamy encounters ahead!

 

I’ve come home to an empty house tonight. My husband usually is home by now, but not tonight. That’s okay because all I want is a hot shower and my bed. I’m so tired that I’m not even hungry for dinner. I start undressing as I head towards our bedroom. As I enter the bedroom I notice a small table set up next to our LiberatorEsse Chaise. The table holds, 2 red Silk Binding Sashes, a pair of my sexiest red high heels, lubricant, blindfold and a note.

 

I quickly grab up the note to read it. I am instructed to shower, put the heels and blindfold on and bend over the highest mound on the Esse with my legs spread apart. Then I am to wait for them….. Them? Who will be here?

 

I don’t know but the room is being perfumed with my arousal. I do as I am instructed and wait. I do not know how long I have been waiting but when I do hear the door open I am so excited that I can feel my arousal slowly running down my inner thighs.

 

Suddenly a pair of warm hands are caressing my butt, then I am stood up and my arms are pulled behind my back as I feel the soft silk being wrapped around my body and arms. He works quickly and the sashes start just below my breasts and stop just above my puss. My bindings are tight but not uncomfortable.

 

I am once again folded over the highest side of the Liberator Esse. I spread my legs wide and arch my back to lift my ass as high into the air as possible. Two strong hands hold my head on each side and I lick my lips in anticipation for what I know is coming next.

 

I feel his body heat on my face, I can smell his maleness just as he enters my mouth. I can taste his pre cum on my tongue and lick with enthusiasm. He’s warm, salty and really mouth watering good. He holds my head and takes control of our rhythm. I swirl my tongue and suck with the right pressure and I am rewarded with a deep moan and more warm pre cum on my tongue.

 

I feel him thicken and grow harder and I swallow everything he gives me. When he removes his cock from my mouth I am told to “guess who just had you”, your husband or our guest? So I guess. But as soon as I guess I feel someone at my rear. Strong hands grip my hips and I feel the slickness of lubricant on my anus. I am filled by his hard cock in one motion, thick and hard.

 

He thrusts fast and hard and I am taking it all and loving it. Again when he is done I am told to “guess who just had you”. So I guess. The game continues for hours before we are sated. The two men have had me multiple times, I have been eaten, fucked in the puss, fucked in the ass and fucked in the mouth over and over again. But my body is still humming with need for more.


And after every time I am told to “guess who just had you”. I guess the question to really be asked is not “who just had you” but when they asked me “who just had you” did I lie and answer their question incorrectly to keep the game going or did they lie when I answered correctly?  I guess you”ll never know…….

 

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Lusty Lit #15: Forbidden Fantasy

Art, Literature November 20, 2014

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Warning: Hot & dreamy encounters ahead!

 

A few weeks after the first day of a new job, in a new school, in a new town, I walked through the front door and saw her — a tall, athletic, brunette teacher. She was gorgeous and I couldn’t get her out of my mind all day or out of my fantasies! I would try everyday to get a glimpse of her so I could see her beautiful body.

 

One day she wore this sexy dress, I knew right then and there I wanted to make love to her! I wanted to be inside her giving her multiple orgasms and taste that beautiful body. One Friday night, my fantasy came true. She sent an email asking me to come to dinner.

 

Driving to her house I started remembering all the fantasies I had about her. I was praying and hoping she “wanted” me just as much as I wanted her. I was a little disappointed when she opened the door, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She still looked beautiful. We had a few glasses of wine and got to know each other a little better as we ate dinner. I was getting a little more disappointed as time went on because I felt my fantasy would never come true. I wanted to take her upstairs and make love.

 

We ate dessert and drank a few more glasses of wine. I was dreaming about putting whipped cream all over her pussy and licking it clean. She told me she was going upstairs and would be back down in a few minutes. When she came back down my penis stood at attention. She was wearing a sexy sky blue baby doll with a hot pink ribbon right under her really massive breasts. A baby blue thong, thigh high tights and a pair of wedges accompanied it. She was so gorgeous, I wanted to strip everything off of her right then and fuck her until she could take no more.

 

She led me upstairs and into her bedroom. She pushed me down onto the bed and slowly crawled on top. She started off slow by kissing my neck, which sent me into ecstasy. My shaft was so hard I wanted to be inside her right then and there but wanted  this whole experience to last so much longer. She took off my shirt and started to kiss down my chest. Then she took off my jeans and kissed around the base of my penis. I wanted her to suck me off. She put my entire shaft deep inside her mouth and started to give me my first blowjob.

 

I had never felt this overwhelming sensation before. She was great; her mouth was so warm and wet. She took my shaft in and out of her mouth giving it little intermittent sucks. It was too much for me and I came right inside her mouth. She swallowed every bit of my come and licked my penis clean.

 

It was my turn to pleasure her. I started by kissing her neck and mouth, bringing her closer to me. I kissed down her chest and body, taking off her baby-doll to reveal her massively round, perky and firm breasts. I sucked on them and she moaned, that’s when I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued down her beautifully toned body to her nicely trimmed pubic area. I continued to kiss her there for a few more minutes teasing her and making her beg for me to continue down to her vagina. I lightly licked from the base of her vagina to her clit and back multiple times, just on the outside.

 

Then spreading her labia with my tongue I continued to lick up and down her vagina, getting deeper inside her. I settled on her clit and lashed my tongue back and forth and in little circles making her scream and moan with pleasure. She begged me to stick my tongue deeper into her vagina, I could taste her juices and they were wonderful. I didn’t want to stop I just wanted to take in all the taste and smell of her nice wet, pussy.

 

She begged me to put my hard shaft deep inside her pussy and to fuck her hard! I teased her a little by moving my cock around the outside of her pussy but not entering, she moaned for me to fuck her. I stuck only the tip of my cock into her pussy, teasing her even more and increasing her arousal. I finally ended the teasing and gave her what she wanted, my cock deep inside her pussy. Her vagina was so tight and wet, feeling so wonderful. I started off slow and built to a faster pace.

 

She turned over, bending over the Liberator Wedge and I entered her from behind. I played with her beautifully erect breasts, while my balls slapped up against her clit making her moan with ecstasy. She then turned back over and we put the Wedge under her, raising her ass so I could enter her pussy at a different angle. I put my cock deep inside her and brought it out until the head was about two inches inside. She screamed out and told me to continue right in that spot.

 

She had multiple orgasms and finally couldn’t stand it anymore and squirted all over my shaft. I pulled out, went down on her and licked her pussy clean. Entering her again I thrust in and out until I couldn’t take it anymore and let my come flow deep inside her. We both slumped down exhausted; lying there on the bed, arm in arm, her head on my chest.

 

It was such a wonderful night, I will never forget. Driving home, I had the biggest smile plastered on my face and knew that it was just the first time; there would be many more steamy encounters between us!!

 

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Lusty Lit #16: A Scoop of Transformation

Art, Literature, Sex November 20, 2014

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Warning: Sexy curves abound!

 

River and Juniper had spent the day with Samantha. Sam was River’s old friend from high school. They had reconnected through social media, and Sam was doing contract work in town. They were having such a good time, catching up, and as the evening went on, opening up. Not surprisingly, the conversation eventually turned to sex.

 

“I have three piercings,” Sam offered, “and it’s really fun when airport security sees them on x-ray.” They all laughed.

 

“I’ve heard a hood piercing increases sensation,” Juniper responded, though she had expressed to River that she could never do that.

 

“Sure, and with my vibe I’m over the moon. But what really gets me going is using my toys when I’m reclining on my Ramp from Liberator.” Samantha almost blushed.

 

Juniper was hooked. “Sounds great. What’s that?” was all River heard while leaving the room, returning with their Wedge. “Of course,” she purred, “I love our Wedge.”

 

The next morning, after being reminded of their Wedge, River secretly ordered a Scoop from Liberator. It was time to step up the furniture, after all. After a few days of anticipation, the good-sized box arrived.

 

“What’s that?” asked Juniper. “The box isn’t very heavy.”

 

“Oh, goodie, let’s see,” responded River, opening the box to reveal the blue velvet half circle.

 

Juniper was excited. “What is it?”

 

“It’s a Scoop. I ordered it from Liberator after we had Sam over.”

 

Juniper mustered a sultry, “Ooooo.”

 

“That’s dessert,” River responded, planting a deep, wet kiss on Juniper’s lips. “Maybe we can inaugurate our new room with it.”

 

A favorite pastime was to christen rooms, houses, even cars with hot sex. They were laying a new floor and wanted to have sex in the room before the floor was finished. After dinner, they lit candles in their new room, placing the Scoop on the partially completed hardwood floor. Juniper kissed River, and sat down on its rounded side. She pulled off her top, exposing her polka-dotted bra. River kissed her chest.

 

“Why don’t you lie back?” River offered. Juniper obliged, arching her body over its gentle curve. River unbuttoned her pants and slid them off, licking and kissing her thighs, gradually making the way toward her crotch. River’s tongue explored her labia along the edges of her panties, eventually slipping them off, too.

 

With Juniper wrapped over the curve of the Scoop, legs spread open, River began the delicious work on Juniper’s soft and increasingly wet pussy. Sometimes Juniper could come in minutes, if the anticipation and foreplay were all lined up. This time was no different. River barely had to stroke her clit long before the moaning intensified and her thighs clenched around River’s head as she came.

 

“How was that?” asked River lapping up her wetness. “Comfortable wrapped over the Scoop?”

 

“Yes, definitely,” cooed Juniper, “but I really want you to fuck me on this!” River’s gender identity was fluid and flexible; the passion with Juniper constant. Born into a man’s body, River had shared with Juniper that being a woman was a dream. Juniper had said that River was a lesbian with a penis. And there was no denying how much River loved to fuck Juniper.

 

“We should move the Scoop, don’t you think?” River asked while disrobing. “How about on its side, so I can fuck you from behind?”

 

“Sounds delightful,” Juniper responded, flipping the Scoop on its side and bending over it. Exposing her beautiful ass, River’s penis glided over her still moist lips, rubbing her clit from behind.

 

Juniper reached between her legs, placing River’s cock right on her opening, and pushed back, moaning deeply as River entered her. River held onto Juniper’s hips, sliding in and out. Juniper was folded over the Scoop, with one arm on the floor. Her other arm reached back, alternating between feeling River’s cock moving back and forth in her, and touching her clit. After removing her bra, River reached forward to caress Juniper’s breasts, stroking her nipples. Between River fucking her and her finger on her clit, Juniper came once more, arching her back.

 

“I always love to watch your back arch when you come,” River commented.

 

“And now you need to come,” Juniper replied, moving off the Scoop. “How about I ride you, while we rock back-n-forth?”

 

“Yum,” answered River, moving the Scoop onto its curved side and sitting on the flat top surface. “Climb aboard and grind.”

 

“With pleasure,” moaned Juniper, moving carefully onto River’s erect penis. It definitely took some practice to coordinate the rocking motion with their own rhythm, but with their long experienced history with each other’s bodies, they found their way. Juniper loved to grind her clit on River, and the added rocking motion of the Scoop increased her pleasure.

 

“I’m not coming again until you do,” Juniper instructed.

 

“That won’t be much longer. Can’t you tell?” answered River. “Yes, you’re swelling inside me.”

 

They rocked back and forth, moaning, kissing, Juniper riding River’s cock with increasing intensity. Back and forth, up and down, in and out, until in a passionate crescendo they came together. River exploded inside Juniper, Juniper groaning as she clamped down on River.

 

The dismount was tricky this first time. They half-fell half-flopped to the floor. They left their clothes where they had fallen, blew out the candles and went to bed.

 

The next morning, River was tidying up, picking up their clothes and finding a spot to store the Scoop. Looking down at the top of the Scoop, where they had rocked back and forth to great pleasure just the night before, River yelled to Juniper, “Honey, you gotta see this!”

 

“What?”

 

“Look at the top of the Scoop,” River said, pointing at the imprint from their ride. Pressed into the blue velvet was a perfect outline of River’s thighs and ass. No penis, just folds of skin. “I got the labia I’ve always wanted.”

 

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Lusty Lit #14: Familiar Stranger

Art, Literature, Sex November 14, 2014

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Warning: Strangers make the best bed-fellows!

 

I hear our COO speaking to someone; this someone has a deep voice that is echoing through our starkly quiet office. I look up to see a man with a full-beard, a shaved head, and dressed in a black tailored suit. He’s not very tall, maybe an inch or two taller than me, but has a solid build. He has a strong jaw line but soft eyes; his hands are large and his shoulders are broad. His name is Bill. He walks by my desk, and I smile and blush as he leaves.

 

He was confident but not pompous; soft and strong at the same time. My email dings and I have a new message. It’s from him! He tells me to meet him at a hotel bar downtown at 6:00 PM. I run to the restroom and begin to look myself over. I should have worn something less casual, should have done my hair differently, worn more make-up. I need to fix this.

 

I make my way to a lingerie boutique in the city. With the help of the very hands-on and beautiful sales clerk, we reach a mutual agreement on a black bustier with matching black lace panties. I pick out a pair of high heels in devil red, and slip on the long pea-coat I have stashed in the car for winter. I pull my long hair into a loose bun and line my lips with a color to match my heels. I hope he likes what he sees.

 

I enter the bar, smile and walk to him. He grins mischievously and looks me up and down. He’s confused but interested. Everyone in the bar is watching us as he takes my hand and leads me to the hotel lobby. We wait for an elevator.

 

He hits 8 and the elevator starts moving. He stands in front of me and starts unbuttoning my pea coat, his hands slide under and I feel them on my torso. He wraps them around my back and pulls me close as he kisses me deeply. With my coat hanging open, he presses against me, and my hands work to loosen his belt. He takes notice and gently grabs my wrists, pushing them to the elevator wall he tells me to wait while lightly kissing my lips, teasing me.

 

The doors open and an older couple, waiting, stares. I work quickly to cover myself and Bill grabs my hand as we run out of the elevator, laughing. We arrive to a closed door and Bill fumbles to open it. With the slide of the key card there’s a click, and the door pushes open. I feel along the dark walls for a light switch but give up the search when I feel him against me again. He’s hard and that belt buckle is still fastened. I drop to my knees and use the street lights streaming through a crack in the curtains to loosen the clasp and unbutton his pants. I pull them down.

 

My mouth is watering. I tear off his boxer briefs and slowly lick his hard cock. I can feel him tremble while leaning into the wall. I look up at him, his eyes are closed and mouth open.  I push him deep into my throat and slowly pull him from my mouth with my lips sitting softly on his tip. I lick him again and move his cock to the side to take his left ball in my mouth.  I suck and pull softly and he gives in. His body slowly slides down the wall, not wanting to interrupt the caress of my mouth.

 

Bill drops to my level and removes my coat. He kisses me and that familiar taste of whiskey fills my mouth. I can’t catch my breath. The bustier yields to his demand and after 15 latches, frees itself from my body. My breast is in his mouth, and his hand is working its way beneath the black lace panties.  I am soaking wet.

 

I take off his shirt. He stands and pulls me up with him and we head to the bed. I feel a familiar shape — a Liberator Ramp. How did he know I wanted one of these?

 

My black panties are stripped off and Bill climbs on top of me while the street lights, giving me brief views of the man I needed to have inside me. I wrap my thighs around him and lift my hips, he’s throbbing. He finds his way inside me and that first thrust arches my back; my body pulses and my thighs grip him harder, not giving him the chance to pull completely out.

 

We work in rhythm with one another. He eventually loosens my grip, and I ask to be taken from behind. I pull the Ramp to me and position myself on its edge, moving to give my hips the optimal lift. He moves behind me and runs his hands down my back, grabs my hair and slaps my ass. He leans forward, pulls me to him and bites my shoulder, wrapping his arm around my torso and pushing harder to get deeper. I shiver and want more.

 

He’s getting warmer and his thrusts are stronger. I push myself to him and tell him to make me feel it. He tightens his hands around my waist and moves faster while steadying himself. I get tighter around him, and he notices, taking a hand and rubbing my clit in sync with his thrusts. I tell him to cum inside me, I demand it; faster, harder, a final thrust and he slows. I feel his sweat drip onto my back. He licks the length of my back and I ease myself on to the bed. He lies beside me, and I see his skin glisten, his chest heaving. He laces his fingers between mine and we fall asleep.

 

I wake to a jewelry box on the nightstand with a new wedding band. A note near the box reads “Happy Four-Year Anniversary.”

 

I smile, shower, and go to work.

 

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Lusty Lit #13 : Probably Not Legal, But Fun

Art, Literature November 12, 2014

 

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Warning: Things Get a Bit Steamy!

 

My captivated lover for the night was a naked sight to behold in the back seat of the car, as we were driving down the road. The cool night air was electrified from the sexual tension rife inside of our little capsule. The sweet smell of her sex was a little slice of heaven with each breath eagerly inhaled. The concussion of the Japanese drums forcing our hearts to beat faster, each beat shaking the car and us with it. I took a longing glance in the rear-view mirror, and gazed upon my creation- a sly smile across my face, and an erection threatening to rip my jeans apart.

 

Her long brown hair gently framed her blindfolded face, and covered the earplugs in her ears. It spilled on to her breasts, and only allowed the bow tie of her collar to peek through the waves of hair. The dancing sparkle from the chain nipple clamps attached to her collar, moving with her gasping breaths, caught by the light of the oncoming traffic gave the effect of a small disco ball inside of our capsule.

 

Her hands bound by the cuffs from Liberator’s Microfiber Cuff and Blindfold Kit, adrift in mid-air, only able to touch the silk sashes that suspended them. Her squeezed nipples were easy for me to see, because she was riding on the Liberator Wanda with Magic Wand vibrator, the head pressed firmly against her soaking wet clit and variable speed at my control because of some deviousness on my part.

 

Inside of her ever tightening sex was an egg, a remote control variable speed version. Providing more forced stimulation was another favorite toy of mine — the remote control variable speed bullet with undulating attachment. She was seated on top of it, forcing the vibrations from her labia to her ass, unrelenting, the bumps of the road forcing it tighter against her. Bound and seated this way, if she leaned forward her clit suffered more intense stimulation, and leaning back, her ass and labia took more stimulation- nowhere for her to escape my control.

 

A firmly placed seat belt ensured that there was no escaping to the side, or standing to avoid my domination of her orgasms. Her ankles were bound and tied to the front seats, and her knees were tied together with a Loulou Couture Silk Sash, so there was no real escape from the Magic Wand, and it ensured that her whole body felt those exhilarating buzzes.

 

So there she was under my complete control. No distractions from her covered eyes. No distractions from filled ears, the unyielding bass of the drums. Her gorgeous breasts exposed, nipples being squeezed and pulled from the clamps, and her entire nether regions under my control, unmercilessly producing any amount of stimulation that I wanted, making her orgasm at will, all at my complete discretion. No amount of pleading or begging could make me change my mind. Threat of a gag made sure that her pleas for mercy were minimal. And yet after what should have seemed like hours of stimulation, it had only been  30 minutes, I hear the words.

 

“No!” she commanded.

 

“Please…” she whispered.

 

“Don’t!” she begged.

 

“Stop!” she whimpered.

 

And then I knew- it was time to turn up the dial on the devices and head for home. The primal screams of lust drowned out the radio. Violent orgasms shook her body and threatened to send us off the road. Words of joy, words of desire, expressions of lust in the cosmos burst forth from her sweet lips. And she grabbed my attention when she professed what she would do to me when she was released from her captivity.

 

Scenes that I did not think she was capable of imagining spewed from those lips. Things like, “clawing the skin off your back,” or “fuck you until your dick falls off.”  I knew at that point my mission was accomplished. I had found the animal inside, and unleashed it. I was almost scared of what I may have created. But now we were home. Now it was time to see what I had wrought.

 

And it was time to have some real fun….

 

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Lusty Lit #12: The Hot Weekend

Art, Literature, Sex November 7, 2014

 

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Warning: A dirty secret is revealed!

 

She walked into the bedroom, her mind starting to empty away. A visit from her mother-in-law always put her on edge. She had shown up early, and thankfully left early, kids along with her. A staycation weekend, it would be very nice. She thought back to the moments before her in-law showed up. He had been standing near her when she bent down to help gather the last of the toys going to Me-Maws. She had seen him looking down her pillowing blouse, looking at her overflowing her lowest cut bra. It made her tingle, she loved how even after three kids and ten years, he still wanted her.

 

In the corner of her eye she saw the Liberator Whirl XL sitting right in the open on the bed next to the other pillows. She smirked, knowing that her mother-in-law had been right there, and not noticed one of her favorite sex toys. At the foot of the bed was her Liberator Throe, brown just like the colors of the bed, folded up nicely as an extra blanket. Great for when he wanted to shoot all over her, or when she wanted extra lube, she noted how well it too blended into her normal looking suburban bed room.

 

Her hand wandered to the bottom of her sundress, and found its way to her panties. She was already soaking them, so it was time they came off, and quickly they ended up on the floor. She turned and looked at the bed again; the Whirl was what she wanted. She put the Whirl on the edge of the bed, pulled up her dress and laid down on it.

 

He sat on his laptop, fighting a smile and a huge erection. The wireless nanny cam he had moved into their bedroom was working perfectly. He watched her touch herself and drop her panties onto the floor. He peered at his screen; she was on top of the Whirl now. He loved that thing. It would hold her up off the bed and it leave her open, allowing for amazing oral and sure fire orgasms from behind. He could touch everywhere, her dirtiest secret was her love of anal, and the Whirl’s’ pressure on her pubic bone made her orgasms easy.

 

He snapped out of the memory and into the moment again. She was on the Whirl, playing with herself. Knowing the house was empty, he slid off his clothes and started making his way to their bedroom. The Whirl was intense; she could feel the pressure pushing her closer. But something was missing.

 

She worked her arms out of the dress, and pulled her breasts of the bra. She pinched her nipple, and closed her eyes. She rested back down on the Whirl, and wiggled her hips. Her fingers were deep inside of her, the Whirl providing the pressure to move to her orgasm. She rolled her nipple between her fingers, it was heaven. But not enough.

 

She went to call for him. He was already there. He licked her fingers and her pussy, and gasp was all she could get out. She pulled her fingers away, his would be so much better at this. He licked and slowly worked his fingers into her. She was soaking wet, so it took just a stroke or two. Each time he touched her clit she moaned, and he would smile. He really enjoyed licking her, it fueled his arousal.

 

He got a drop of pre-cum right at the tip, he knew she loved it, so he moved to the front and let her lick him. Her tongue danced across the tip, tasting the sweet drops of dew. She took all of him into her mouth, he was hard and it felt good to have him in her anyway, anyhow. She bobbed her head a few times and stopped with just her tongue on the tip. It was slick now, but she couldn’t stand it anymore.

 

“I need you to fuck me.” That was all he needed to hear. Moving around behind her again, he slid his shaft on her pussy lips, getting it really slick for entry. He could tell it was very teasing to her, her moans showing it was driving her wild as the head slipped around the clit. Finally he pulled back a little bit and his cock went to where it knew it had to be. He slowly went into her, the Whirl holding her open just so.

 

Getting deep into her, he pulled out then thrust hard, her moans echoing through the house. They soon established a rhythm, he could feel her energy building, ready to come. Reaching down with his hand, he knew what it would take to get her to come. He licked his thumb and placed it next to both holes. A little pressure would get her over the top, and he could tell by her sounds that one or two more might do it. Just as she started to come, his thumb was wet enough to put into her ass.

 

She yelled, “Fuck, YES!” and he could feel her orgasm pulsating on his thumb. Contraction after contraction as both of her holes spasm in delight. It was too much for him, and he gave a grunt as he shot his load into her. “Fill me up!” She said hoarsely, her own orgasm making it hard to talk. He kept going; he knew a few extra thrusts would give her a second orgasm.

 

Feeling her waves of delight crashing over her, he stayed in her for a moment. Reaching over, he grabbed the Throe and spread it out as a landing space for them. He pushed her off of the Whirl and onto the Throe. He popped out of her and his cum dripped out and onto the Throe.

 

“Great catch” she said as he moved into spoon her. “This is going to be a hell of weekend.”

 

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Lusty Lit #11: The Unusual Masque

Art, Literature, Sex October 28, 2014

 

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Warning: Waves of pleasure included!

 

 

Black lights pulsed in time to the throbbing music, bathing the crowd of gyrating bodies in an otherworldly purple glow. The setting could have been any upscale nightclub, except that everyone present, from DJ to bartenders, and all the revelers packed onto the dance floor, was clad only in “costumes” of black-light reactive body paint.

 

“I’m not sure this was a good idea,” even with my lips right next to my husband’s ear, I had to practically shout to be heard over the music.

 

“Relax,” he grabbed my waist, pulling me hard against his side, and nibbled my ear.  “We’re here to have fun, remember?”

 

I nodded, enjoying the sensation of my nipple brushing against his chest hair, even as I trembled at the thought of going onto that dance floor.

 

“Well, it were going to do this, I’m going to need a drink.” I tilted my head toward the bar. We’d decided to make our first visit to an on-premise sex club when they were having a nude masquerade. Though I was all-too aware of my own nakedness, the dancers’ faces and bodies were nearly indistinguishable in a space mostly lit by black light. The effect of the body paint was stunning.  Whorls, stripes, tribal designs and simulated clothing, all blended into a neon kaleidoscope that was somehow both sophisticated and primal in its beauty.

 

At the bar, I allowed myself exactly one rum and Coke to bolster my courage while I watched the dancers twirl, gyrate and grind to the music’s deep, resonant beat. My palms were clammy, my face so hot I was sure my red cheeks must be visible for anyone to see, cleverly-painted mask or no. But the music was working its way into my blood, and soon I found myself swaying to it right there at the bar.

 

“Shall we dance?” my husband asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. I nodded, and allowed him to lead me onto the dance floor. I forgot my nerves and embarrassment as we bumped and ground, shook and shimmied, adding our painstakingly applied, calavera-inspired designs to the colorful scene.

 

It was hard to forget my nakedness, though. Dancing with my buttocks pressed to my husband’s groin, I felt his erection rising against me. My vagina warmed in answer, and I turned, pressing my now-hard nipples against his chest. I lifted my face, and his lips met mine in a kiss that started out slow and sweet, but quickly became more ardent as he darted his tongue into my mouth. I eagerly returned his kiss, gently sucking on his large, warm tongue. Pulled close against his, my body grew hotter, and suddenly I didn’t want to be among all the other club guests anymore.

 

I pulled back from the kiss with a small gasp. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” I said.

 

Wordlessly, he pulled me off the dance floor, toward the shadowed corner we’d been told held the playrooms. We passed a couple of themed rooms, including a dungeon. The smack of leather on skin, a sharp little cry, and a soft moan drifted from that room as we went by it.   Interesting, but not quite the right thing.

 

“There,” I tugged my husband into a room decorated all in red and black. “You sit here,” I lightly shoved him onto the Liberator Black Label Esse Stage and Hipster combo, and then stood back for a moment to admire the way the shapes worked together to support his hips and back, while prominently displaying his hard cock as it strained upward. I recognized both the Esse Stage and Hipster from many hours spent online, researching and window shopping. I could hardly believe my good luck in finding them to try out at the club.

 

“You’re so beautiful. Why don’t you come down here?” The eagerness in my husband’s voice was unmistakable.

 

“I will in a moment,” I promised. But there was one more thing I wanted to do before we really got started. With the fluffy red cuffs I found by the shapes, I bound his wrists to the D-rings at the Esse Stage’s base. By now my pussy was so hot and wet I could hardly stand it, but I took my time, slowly stretching myself along my husband’s taut, muscular body, rubbing my nibbles along his skin from groin to chest. Then I dangled my breasts above his mouth. He ran his tongue over each nipple, making me groan and grind against his tight balls. The licking turned to sucking, and I couldn’t hold back any more. I opened a pocket of lube from the basket of provided goodies and rubbed it on his penis in smooth, firm strokes. With my feet on the floor, I straddled him and guided his cock into my pussy as I lowered myself onto him. I gasped, feeling the entire length of him inside me, at just the right angle to hit my g-spot. I started slowly, sliding up and down on his shaft, stroking my clit as I did.

 

“Oh, you’re so good,” I moaned, grabbing my boobs with both hands as I rode him harder.  Faster, and faster I thrust, trembling with pleasure every time I came down and felt his balls against my clit.

 

“Ah…I’m about to cum,” he moaned.

 

“Go ahead. Me too,” I managed to pant. And then I couldn’t talk anymore, as I climaxed with a scream of pure ecstasy at the waves of pleasure washing over me. My vagina convulsed as I rode him, and just when I was sure I couldn’t take anymore, I felt the hot gush and heard his groan as he came inside me.

 

Quivering, I collapse against his chest. “I’m pretty sure everyone in the club heard that,” I panted.

 

“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured as we lay there, our sweat-slick bodies molded to each other. “We’ve got to get some of these Liberator shapes.”

 

I couldn’t agree more.

 

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