Category: Erotica

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After We Walked In

My hand was in her panties. Sweat had accumulated between her legs from the heat of the day. She seemed inclined to let fresh air reach the folds I was caressing. There was no resistance. I was fixated on her breadth, listening to every hint she gave. Her lips tasted new. Her tongue moved differently than my wife’s.

Pressed against the wall, her black hair flowed down her partly unbuttoned top. She already had my dick wrapped in her hand. I started to thrust into her grip. My building excitement was coating her palm and fingers, lubing up this impromptu masturbation sleeve.

The rounded top of her breasts smelled of perfume. The front clasp of her bra popped and I cupped the presented offering. Her skin was enticingly soft. The nipple rolling between my fingers was wanting. Our squirms and grunts mixed as we went into a deeper kiss, lips tightly locked.

There was deliciously fluid cream between her legs. She was using her hips to alternately let my finger inside her and force her clit onto me. Meanwhile she was tightening her hold on my erection. My fucking motion in her hand was starting to produce sounds.

I quit her lips to concentrate on this mutual dance. She was using me for her entire pleasure. Two hands, one of mine and one of hers. Both for her pleasure. In that instant I wanted to bring her to the bed and put her down on her back, tits exposed, legs wide, mouth open. I wanted to take my dick to her pussy and fuck her relentlessly.

She had other ideas. “Keep rubbing and fuck my hand”, she intimated, facing down while looking up at me, the white of her eyes showing around the dark brown of the iris. Her free hand took hold of mine between her legs. She held my index and middle fingers tightly together, and knowingly started stroking her clit with them. Quickly at first, then more furiously as she cried.

Me, I exploded in an instant. But her climax rolled over her forever in waves of muscle contractions and deep vocal breaths.

I was initially unsure what to think of this hurried encounter. After all, we had just walked in. Was that all I’d be able to recount to my wife later?

I needed not worry. An hour later, both naked in bed, she was sucking my dick, approving of the returning erection, when she asked “Can you get your wife on the phone?”

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Tit Sucking Trigger

My wife Cate was kissing me. Her lips were wet and her tongue was in my mouth. Her tits were pressing against me, nipples fully erect. She was grabbing my ass, encouraging me to keep fucking. Her hand was giving pushes following my rhythm. Below our kiss, Ashley was on her hands and knees, ass in the air, absorbing my repeated thrusts into her pussy.

“How’s her little wet box, does she feel good, hun?” My wife wanted confirmation. I had barely nodded that her lips were back on mine. There was sweetness on her tongue.

Meanwhile moans were escaping Ashley with every other breath. Cate caressed her ass and the curve of her back. She put both hands on Ashley’s waist for a few moments, holding her for me, noticing the skin moving, taking in the view of us fucking.

She laid down on her back, her head under Ashley’s. The two women kissed, ignoring me. Ashley’s body was ours to use and invade, Cate’s tongue in her mouth, my dick in her pussy. The moans from Ashley changed. Their lips locking and the saliva being exchanged was becoming audible. Ashley started banging her ass back into me.

Cate opened her legs and started masturbating. Visibly excited, she also reached down under us. “Oooh she is so wet for you, hun. Her clit feels amazing. I wanna hear her. Do you wanna make her come?”

I couldn’t refuse her. She was fingering Ashley, working her clit and teasing my balls each time they met her wet pussy lips. After a minute of renewed vigor, Ashley succumbed, pushing her face into a pillow while the orgasm took over her.

Once I realized I had managed not to go over the edge yet, I pulled out from Ashley and moved over to my wife. Seeing my intent, she propped herself to give me better access. She spread her wet pussy and my dick slid right in, all the way down, deep inside her vagina. Wetness from her pussy lips enveloped the base of my cock, and we started fucking.

Cate closed her eyes. Her fingers were still on her clit, rubbing furiously. Her mouth was open. Her vagina felt wide open for my hardening dick, sliding in and out of her with perfect friction. She was coming. She knew how to get me over the edge too.

“Oh god I want some tits, give me your nipples, I wanna suck ’em”, she ordered Ashley, who cupped her breast and placed a nipple into my wife’s mouth. Instantly, hard suckling came to be heard. I closed my eyes and the sounds of Cate pulling this red pink nipple into her mouth became my only vision.

Immediately I went over the edge. The fucking intensified as I rode the top of the wave. Spurred on by Ashley, my dick erupted and I filled my wife’s pussy with loads of warm cum.

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The Blonde at The Pub

She was chatty-friendly in the way that pub waitresses can be. The reappearance of her blonde pony tail was guaranteed every once in a while by the disappearance of the beer in our glasses. She took the time to partake in some banter with us, before skirting away momentarily to return with refills.

“So what brought you into town?”, I divined her asking, owing to the loud music.

I leaned in closer to answer, taking in the smell of her neck and the sight of her cleavage. “Just work, but now I’m starting to think that work was only the beginning. And you’re not helping.”

“Oh really”, I saw her lips say with a smirk. “Would you rather me stop coming over then?”

“On the contrary, I do think you should come over”. A playful look later, she was off serving other customers.

My drinking companion entertained me until late into the evening, but eventually had to abdicate and confess his girlfriend was waiting for him at home. And I had to head back to the hotel.

“Where’s home?” she asked on her return, seeing that we were ready to wrap things up. She was looking at me.

“It’s the boring hotel suite for me, I’m afraid. Unless you would like to help with that?”

A short while after her shift ended, there was a knock on my hotel room door. She kissed me as she came in. I pulled her in closer. Her neck smelled of the pub and of sweat and perfume mixed together. She tasted sweet. I pushed her against the wall and ran my hands down her hips.

Sucking on her tongue, feeling her breasts as I tried to unbutton her blouse, she was fiddling with my pants. “I think I can help better if we move to the bed”, she said.

In my drink-fuelled brain, the trickiest thing to figure out at that moment was whether to take the lead and have a sip of every inch of her naked body, or to let her suck and ride me, landing her delicious tits in my face until I pass out.

As it turned out, it was a bit of both.