Ready To Blow - 8 Filthy Tales Page 9

  She began my turning her naked back to me. Then, she leaned over at the waist and began moving her ass up and down. It was touching the vibrator, which was on and touching her right back, so the lap dance wasn’t quite authentic but it was doing exactly what we both hoped it would. She clenched her ass and had the tool surrounded by her soft, firm flesh and carried it with her as she went up and down an inch or so. I had to struggle to hold my hand in place and not just let her take the toy with her. I was also struggling to keep it close enough to my crotch that some of the wonderful movement the toy made was getting to my soaking wet lips, even if through the back of my thumb.

  Linda’s inner thighs were shining. She was so wet that she was beginning to glisten. She had her ass near my crotch, wrapped around a vibrating dildo, and her face was staring right at the screen of the two women who were now finger-fucking one another. She unclenched, moved back just a touch and sat right on the toy. It slipped in so quickly that I had barely noticed what happened when the top of my fist was wet from hitting her cunt. I was still holding on to the vibrator and now, I was holding the key to her happiness. I finally got a clue and began to move my fist slowly and up and down so she no longer had to balance and negotiate the action. The wine was kicking in and I wanted to make her cum so that she would do the same for me but we needed to move so I could watch her face and her tits. I slowly and gently took the dildo in my hand and moved it to the right. She followed while it still was inside her. She moved to the right of me and was kneeling on the bed with my hand between her slick legs and the plastic shaft barely visible sticking out of her cunt. I pushed on one leg so that she began to turn over. Now, she was on her back and my hand was holding the speeding dick in her. I turned the base and the toy began to buzz on high and she yelped. I pulled it out of her, turned it off, looked at it, and brought it to my mouth. I looked at her and she nodded. I tasted the tip. It was magnificent. I pushed it far into my mouth to get as much of her juice as I could. She lay there, spread eagle and watching me. I pulled the cock out of my mouth, spread her pussy lips apart and lay it right on her clit. Then, I turned it on. Slowly. She let out a soft moan and I felt my own sweet spot begging for my panties to be removed and get some of that plastic! I began to move the toy up and down, from the top of her clit to her asshole. Stopping at her pussy to make her think I was going to enter her, but then I would move on. She was loving every second of it.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. The girls screams of ecstasy were in the background and I was about to burn a hole through my panties. I wanted her to cum and cum now! I took the vibrator and pushed it into her, hard. Then I began pounding it against her and I leaned over and brought my tongue to her clit. She gasped. Her moans began to form words. “Yes. God, Yes,” Each word got louder as I got more violent. The vibrator got turned up to high, the ramming became more intense and my licking became nibbling and slurping and rubbing my tongue, chin, nose, whatever facial parts I could get deep onto her clit. It was being pushed back and forth as fast as I could while my shoulder and arm worked the plastic as deep into her as it would go. She began to cry out. “More, yes, more!” I was getting to be exhausted but her tension was building my tension and as I felt her shudder with release, my fingers became wet again and my own crotch began to shake. I was cumming with her even though no one was touching me. Now that is impressive.

  When I thought her moment was done, I softly kissed her clit and turned off the buzzing toy. I smiled up at her. She smiled back. “You’re turn.” My pussy again began to shake and I didn’t think it would take anything more than a touch to get me to the point of having nothing left. She turned me around, took the toy, kissed me on the mouth and said, “Don’t think. Just relax.” I had a view of the two girls on the TV kissing each other hard and the top of Linda’s head as she and the plastic slipped below my waistline and pulled my miniskirt up. The cotton panties were moved to the side and all hell broke loose. There were fingers, a plastic cock and a tongue that couldn’t be made sense out of. All I knew was that I was about to cum like there was no tomorrow and my good friend was about to give me a night that I remember when I’m in the sack with a guy who just can’t quite figure it out. It was so good just thinking about it gets me off, even to this day. God, I love college!

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  SUITE LOVIN’

  AN EROTIC NOVELLA

  TJ HOLLAND

  It’s rare when you find a man who can make you smile, laugh and have incredible orgasms. I’ve got just such a man. Not only does he have an incredibly tight butt from years of physical activity, he’s nice to look at from the front too. And the very best thing about him is that he aims to please. So he won’t cum unless I have, at least a few times first. He gets off in getting me off. He takes pride in making me groan and squeal in delight. He’s perfect, he’s hot, and thank God, he is one horny son of a bitch! I am a very lucky girl.

  Now typically I’m not a huge drinker, but there are a few occasions where I prefer to be plowed. And Las Vegas is the top of the list. The evening started with two appletinis before dinner. A very nice bottle of red wine with dinner. Amaretto with dessert. And on the way back to the room I picked up a bottle of Jack and a pack of cards for strip Go Fish. I was WAY too smashed for poker.

  People often laugh at you when you’re drunk. We all know it. What we don’t always recognize (cuz we’re drunk, duh) is how they’re laughing. Is it in a way that they feel sorry for you? They are embarrassed? They think it’s sad? Or are they really enjoying the evening right along with you? Not only can my man laugh right along with me almost every time but he knows just what I’ll go for when I’m drunk and my inhibitions have left the building. Right along with Elvis.

  Now, I’m not a prude but I will admit that some things get me embarrassed. There are certain things that I enjoy in bed and there are those that I really enjoy but will only consider with the right amount of alcohol. For example, everyone enjoys having your asshole rubbed, but don’t even think about that when I’m sober. It will get a “whoa, where do you think you’re goin’ mister?” However, with enough booze, I’ll not only let him finger my hole, I’ll tell him just how to do it!

  Tonight was gonna be one of those nights where not only would I go places I rarely go, but I was gonna go there multiple times in multiple ways.

  The hotel suite was incredible. The front desk clerk saw it in my face and my blouse that had already lost the two top buttons that I was ready for more than I would be on most nights. She clearly also thought my taste in men was on the mark and she decided to give my husband a night he would not soon forget. She upgraded us without saying more than “I think you’ll like it.” The two-story suite was twice the size of our first house and had a view of the strip you only see in movies. I was drunk but not too drunk to appreciate where we were and what this room needed to be used for. I went straight to the full size jacuzzi tub and started to run the water.

  My top buttons had been lost somewhere over dinner as I was teasing my husband about how I was gonna ring my pussy with crushed jolly rancher candies like my appletinis had been. Sometimes when my double D’s get too excited, I can actually launch buttons. Oops. Oh well, having the top of my bra showing wasn’t my intention but that probably got him more worked up than anything I could have said anyway, especially in my slightly slurred state.

  My skin tight jeans were already soaking wet from looking at him during the cab ride back and thinking about all the nasty things he’d do to me after given free reign over my body. I bent over at the waist to turn the water off and he drank straight from the bottle of Jack and watched me with a smirk on his face. He wasn’t as drunk as I was yet but he didn’t mind. He liked the show.

  I slid out of my fuck-me pumps and slipped around the corner out of view. No woman is graceful taking off wet jeans. No need to show him that and break the mood. I mussed my hair a bit and came around the corner, pretending to completely ignore him. I stood there in my half open blouse and black g-stri
ng panties checking the water in the hot tub. I took my wet fingertips and ran them from my chin to my breasts, arching my neck and back as I did so. He took another drink from the bottle without taking his eyes off me. Yep, it was working.

  I slowly began to undo the few buttons that remained on my blouse and then went to the sink to get a few washcloths for the tub. My black bra and panties teasing him out from under my blouse hanging from my shoulders. I turned my back to him and let the blouse fall to the ground. Then I slowly unhooked my bra and let that fall as well. Then I bent over, straight legged at the waist and slowly slid down my black g-string. I heard a gasp and another long pull from the whiskey bottle. I smiled to myself as I slowly slipped into the tub. Now a woman’s wet body is one thing but a woman who is deliberately trying to turn on her man while pretending she’s not is a whole other thing. Of course, I wasn’t fooling him but he likes a show now and again too. I began to soap my arms, legs, breasts, belly and crotch, deliberately lingering in certain places longer than others. I put the soap down, turned slightly so my ass was in his full view and began to rub from my cheek to my pussy, back and forth. Before long I was in need of some release.

  I turned on the jets on low and put my asshole directly in front of the water. I stuck my fingers inside myself as I did so and gasped aloud. I heard a curse word from across the room and knew that he was enjoying this almost as much as I was. Within a few minutes I was rocking back and forth and knew I needed more. I stuck another finger inside myself as I turned the jets on higher. My ass instinctively pulled away but my drunken horniness took over. I pulled my hand out of my wonderful warmth and put one hand on each side of the tub. Then I positioned my asshole right in front of the jet and held it there while I let out a slight scream. I needed more! I learned forward and the jet hit square on my sweet spot. God! It’s amazing what some air under water can do but fuck me, it’s good! More, I needed more. I again leaned forward and this time the jet shifted to my clit. Ooh shit. That hurt in a good way. I turned the jet back down again and aimed it right at my clit. It was better than my vibrator and it was not gonna stop until I made it. I turned the jet back up in speed again and started moving from clit to pussy to ass back and forth, stopping at each one long enough to get me so close to cumming but constantly moving for as long as I could take it.

  All of a sudden, the jet moved up even higher in speed. I opened my eyes and saw that he wanted me to get there. He was coming in and taking charge and that was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, straddled the jet and lost it all over the pounding river of water. As I wriggled and shook and screamed, he just smirked. Fuck, that turned me on even more.

  “I need some Jack.” I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him, hard. He pulled back, smirked and was naked before I knew what happened. His rock hard cock standing at attention. Fuck I needed that! He slipped into the tub, positioned himself over me, looked at me, smiled and kissed me slowly at first. It’s one thing to have a romantic kiss that can make you weak in the knees. It’s another when all the while his raging hard cock is poking into your midsection. I reached up to re-position it and he gasped aloud when I touched him. Oh. So you like that do you. I began to slowly stroke it while he leaned over me and kissed me. He began moving to my neck and my breasts, all the while I was wiggling underneath him and stroking what would soon be the key to my happiness. I pushed him back and reminded him we had all night.

  Then, I slipped my hands between my legs and rubbed myself. I knew that was one of his favorite things and since I enjoyed it too, I may as well use that to my advantage. I closed my eyes again and began to rub my clit with one hand and fuck myself with the other. I was getting close to the edge when I felt his mouth on my breast. I opened my eyes and smirked. It wasn’t what I was expecting but this would work. Then, someone else was touching me, rubbing me, pumping me. Oh God. He was working me with one hand and himself with the other. Slowly, so as not to go too far too fast but enough that I needed it and badly. I begged him to fuck me. To be in me. To fill me with his gorgeous cock. He laughed and told me to take a drink and relax. We had time. He didn’t understand. I didn’t have time. I was gonna cum and soon and I wanted it to be thanks to his rock hard dick pounding me into oblivion.

  I had to get some release. I turned the jets back on and he got the idea. He pushed me against the side of the tub so the jet was pounding my asshole while he fucked me with his free hand and kissed me hard with his tongue owning my throat. I couldn’t quite scream but the shivering of my body told him I had found that wonderful release. He pushed his hand way up in me one last time to make me cum even more (he’s learned that sometimes I am not done and that is the best way to check) and then slipped it out so slowly that by the time his fingertips were again visible I was again horny and in need of even more fucking.

  He was not about to have all the fun. I pushed him back against the tub and started stroking his shaft. The jets were still on and tickling his ass which seemed to be helping get him going. He closed his eyes. Here we go. I couldn’t suck on his dick while in the tub, so instead, I shifted myself around and straddled him. My ass was touching his cock. I had sat myself too high on purpose to try to tease him a bit for not fucking me sooner. I ran his cock up and down my crack and leaned forward from time to time to let him nibble on my nipple and feel my wetness up against his shaft. When I got too close I would lift up and off of him, reach for the bottle and give each of us a swig; giving my pussy the short break it needed to come back from the edge just slightly.

  Apparently, he was close to the edge too because as I was putting the bottle down, I felt two hands on my sides and he placed me down directly on his dick. Barely a hint of resistance was felt. My eyes widened, I gasped, and I tried to figure out what had just happened. Then it clicked. Game on. I began to slowly bounce up and down, getting higher and higher out of the tub and coming down faster and faster.

  The water just gets in the way and gets loud and everywhere once you really get down to business, so as I was straddling above him at the point where his cock was barely in me, he lifted me off, flipped me over to my knees, so my ass was nowhere in the water, only my breasts were hanging low enough to be getting wet and he plunged into me from behind. Fuck! Faster and faster he went. He was ready to cum and there was no stopping him now and I was ready to be fucked like every girl secretly wants to be.

  He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and made me yell. He knew I liked it rough. He pulled my hair which arched my back, allowing him to fuck me even deeper. Oh yes! He grabbed my hair in one hand and placed his other hand on my ass with his thumb on my asshole. Fuck yes! He pushed his thumb in just a little. I began to buck in response. That was exactly what he was going for. He continued to pound my pussy so hard that I thought I would break in two. It was fucking incredible! Just when I got into a nice hard rhythm and thought I would cum, he would adjust his thumb into my asshole just enough that I would wriggle around and buck and work against it but secretly I loved it. I wanted him to fuck both my holes and make me his bitch! God! Yes! YES! Pound me, fuck me, FUCK ME! He was controlling my hips and I was just along for the ride.

  He let go of my hair, removed his thumb, and placed both hands on my shoulders. Oh fuck, here we go. He pulled them back and rammed himself fully into me. GOD! SHIT! YES! He was in control now and he was well past the point of stopping. He reached his hands around my breasts, grabbed them tight and again pulled my body completely into him, forcing him completely into me. SHIT! Then he returned his hands to my shoulders and pulled them back, once, twice, three times. On the third time I heard a soft grunt and he held my pussy there while he shivered just a bit. GOD! His cock shivering inside me sent me again into climax. Fuck! We both fell into the tub with a sigh and a laugh. He picked up the bottle, took a swig and handed it to me. I looked at him with questioning eyes. He chuckled and explained that the suite was way too big not to have sex in every room. Now that we had a nice bath, it was time to get to business. F
uck, I love this man! I took a swig and said a silent prayer of thanks for my husband who was not only great in bed but couldn’t get enough.

  The tub was a nice start but this suite was too incredible to be happy with just getting off in the jacuzzi. We dried off and headed downstairs to drink a few more cocktails. Both wearing the bathrobes that were in the massive walk in closet, we opened one of the better bottles of wine available in the dining room and sat on the couch drinking, laughing and talking.

  Pretty soon I was getting that tingling feeling from between my legs. I was ready to go again. I shifted my weight slightly so my robe opened wider to the right, exposing most of my breast. It took a minute to get his attention but soon I found he was still talking but his eyes were locked on the tip of my nipple that was peeking out from under the white terry cloth. I shifted again so that the robe opened even wider and started circling the rim of my wine glass with my index finger. My glass was poised just between my exposed breasts. He was still talking but his was fluency fading. I slipped my free hand around my breast and began softly rubbing circles on my nipple. Then, I pinched the tip and let out a soft moan. He stopped talking but was still watching intently. I leaned back into the couch and lifted my right leg up so my heel was just under my buttocks, giving him a full frontal view of my pussy that was beginning to shimmer with wetness.