In Trouble

July 16, 2019 - by: Kat

Erotic fiction inspired by Lovita Fate and Angelo Godshack in “In The Rhythm

My man is all muscle from head to toe. He's strong enough to lift me with one arm. But right now, he's like putty in my hands, weakened by the sight of me. He struggles impatiently, watching me dance. Visually savoring me like a tasty meal. His rigid cock stirs under his loose cotton briefs, increasing in excitement as I perform for him.

My hips sway elegantly. I caress my body and gaze at him seductively. Silently daring him to touch me. I undress slowly and reveal myself to him, one breast at a time. Inch by inch until my lingerie falls freely around my waist.

He sits up on the bed and clenches his fists, his mouth dropping open every so often when I bend over and shake my rear. I close my eyes and get lost in my own seduction. I can feel his presence surround me. I open my eyes slowly, and he's suddenly there. Pressing close, gently running his hands up my waist. His face touches mine and my breasts squash against his chest. I gently lick his lips, teasing him mercilessly. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, displaying his power. My heart jumps when I feel his massive erection grind on my pussy.

He kisses me hungrily, sucking my lips and tongue as he groans in desire. I grind my hips into him and press my pussy on his cock. His waistband is drooping, running out of room to hold his heavy meat. I want to grab it and unleash the beast, letting him know how badly I want it.

I wiggle out of his grip and reach for his dick with both hands, while my tongue circles in his mouth. I pull down the front of his briefs and let it out to play. His cock is intimidating. It's turned me into a quivering mess on many occasions. I have to pace myself regarding what my body can handle. Or else, I'm in trouble.

I push him back on the bed and sway my hips just slightly out of reach, keeping the teasing going. He groans a little and his mouth waters, watching me kneel before him. I carefully take the head of his cock in my mouth, letting my lips rest on his flesh so he fully feels the warmth of my mouth. I slowly whirl my tongue around his bulbous tip, already tasting precum drip on my tongue. I lick and suck his head slowly like my favorite hard candy. He's more delicious than anything I've ever tasted in a wrapper, and I moan out my pleasure, telling him so.

I know he wants to thrust that thick shaft down my throat, but he holds back. His hips shiver as I jerk him firmly from base to tip, tasting my own hand as I continue circling my tongue. The veins on his neck protrude and he bites his lip, aching to fuck me. He lifts my face, stopping himself from cumming. We kiss fervently, his tongue lovingly caressing mine. So hungry for me, he licks the roof of my mouth and the back of my teeth. Then, he grips my body firmly and rolls us both over.

He nudges my chin up and sucks my neck. He unsnaps my teddy as his steady fingers check how wet I am. He growls lustfully on my flesh when he feels me dripping for him. He grips his cock and circles his fat head around my clit, making me anticipate it inside me. His shaft slips in slowly, then gently out again, aiming upward to rub my clit. His cock is making my piercing stimulate every nerve inside me and it's like a domino effect, counting down to the moment I fall apart. The teasing I started backfires and my composure completely disintegrates. He has yet to start and I'm already on the verge. I'm aching for him to be inside me.

"Fuuuuck…" I moan while biting his ear. "Please fuck me!"

I grip his burly shoulders and spread my legs wider, inviting his cock to stretch me open. He smiles on my flesh and inches slowly past my soaked lips. He grabs my shoulders and thrusts his cock deep. Then, he holds very still.

"Mmm... yessss... nooo... fuck!" I babble incoherently, as I take in the sweet sensation of being stuffed to the maximum.

He merely begins to thrust and my pussy is already throbbing. I can barely move, pinned beneath his weight. His sexy chest flexes over my breasts. He fucks me so slowly, I can literally feel every inch of him massage my insides.

All I can do is take his beautiful cock and enjoy the sensual ride. His long thick shaft feels so good. I'm so wet, I can hear it stir my liquids. I suddenly grow quiet, feeling my climax lurking closely. My body tightens and I wind my fingers around the neckline of his sweater. I concentrate on my breathing so I don't black out. His cock takes over all my brain function, making me zone into my orgasm like a shot target.

He kisses my lips, then fucks my pussy harder, his gigantic arms holding me tight in position. I feel my walls grip around his shaft as I arch my back. He strokes expertly within me, letting me ride a long blissful wave into a hard thumping climax. The burst is so strong, I scream right into his mouth. My nails scratch down his skin, so overcome with lust as my body convulses.

My pussy gushes wetness all over his cock. He feels the surge and it tips him over the edge. He bites my neck, groaning his pleasure out. Exploding inside me like a broken hydrant, while my walls continue to flutter around his erection.

He keeps his cock deep inside me, letting every bit of cum swim free. I caress his lips with my thumbs, and he kisses them softly. He leans down again to press his lips to mine, letting his sweat drip in my mouth.

I fuck his cock slowly from underneath, teasing him again. His cock grows and stretches inside me until it reaches my core. My cheeks flush, knowing my poor little pussy is about to be pounded hard. I gasp as he pins my arms to the bed, winding his hips into me. The sensation is overwhelming. Multiple climactic waves build between us, waiting to crash. What in the world did I start again? I'm in so much trouble...

 

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A Royal Passion For Pussy

June 11, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Stacy Bloom and Veronica Leal in “Emptiness

Stacy knew exactly what she wanted for her birthday.

“I want to be queen for a day.”

Veronica looked slightly bemused. “Will you be a benevolent queen or a wicked one?”

“Oh, my dear, you would make me pick just one?”

Veronica was a loyal lover. She found a brightly lit apartment overlooking water that she felt would match her queen’s ambitions for a royal weekend. Stacy asked for “an opulent bed that would share its ancient secrets when we make love.” Veronica didn’t know about the bed, but she felt the pair of couches in the corner might suffice. They were ornately framed, splendid, and covered with plush pink fabric.

“They’re perfect,” said Stacy. “I want to feel the velvet against our skin. Take off that dress.”

Veronica stripped down to a bodysuit that was mostly see-through. She turned around to show Stacy the thong back, shaking her lovely ass. “You’re quite stunning for riff-raff,” said Stacy. “Now, undress me.”

Under her wrap dress, Stacy was wearing a flimsy black shirt without a bra. Her sleeves went down to her elbows, and she had on black high-rise boy-shorts. She looked almost old-fashioned, if not for the fact that the material covering her was mostly see-through. Her nipples pierced through the black veil.

Stacy sat on one couch and tapped the corner of the other one.

“Would you like me to advise you?” asked Veronica, taking a seat.

“I would like you to kiss me.”

Veronica smiled and leaned in. Slowly, they locked lips and exchanged tongues. Veronica nuzzled Stacy’s neck, licking and kissing her way down to her cleavage as she unbuttoned her shirt.

Stacy put her hands on the back of her sexy lover’s neck, underneath her fine blonde hair. She pulled her closer. “Suck me,” she said.

Veronica buried her face in Stacy’s ample breasts, squeezing and sucking the soft flesh, lapping at the hard nipples and making them jiggle against her lips. She lavished her attention on them feverishly, until Stacy pulled her up for another kiss. Stacy’s legs fell open and Veronica felt the squishy folds pressing against her thigh, dampness seeping through the sheer fabric.

“Fuck me,” said Stacy.

Veronica pushed Stacy all the way back on the couch and pulled off her underwear. She slid a couple of fingers in and found the complex bunching of skin inside her, applying gentle pressure from her thumb, which was placed above Stacy’s clit. Veronica massaged with loving precision until Stacy began to approach her breaking point.

“Lick me,” moaned Stacy.

Veronica always said she thought Stacy’s chic black hair was like Nefertiti’s. Stacy was otherwise hairless except for a small patch of pubic hair over her clit. She kept it only because of how much she loved it when Veronica swallowed it up in her mouth when she was licking her. Veronica took Stacy by the hands, pulling her closer into her swirling, skillful tongue until Stacy lost all composure.

Stacy threw herself back, breathing heavily as she rested on the couch.

“So, are you a benevolent queen?” Veronica asked.

“I don’t know yet,” said Stacy. “But a good queen rewards loyalty. How would you like to claim your prize?”

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Eager Tongues

June 05, 2019 - by: Sorcha Rowan

Erotic fiction inspired by Antonia Sainz and Amber in “Enthusiasm

Antonia loved Amber’s body. Her blonde hair and soft smooth skin were gorgeous. She took her place behind her lover on their bed. Being able to look down Amber’s long lean body as she pleasured it was one of her life’s greatest thrills.  

Amber’s round ass pushed into Antonia, like a cat letting the brunette know just where she wanted to be touched. She turned her head to kiss those sweet pale lips. The short robe Antonia wore accentuated her curves and the whisper of it against Amber’s skin was delicious. Almost as sweet as her kisses. Their tongues moved together, exploring mouths they each knew so well, but still discovering new places and sensations.

Antonia moved around to Amber’s front and massaged her lover's beautiful, perky breasts. The sounds of Amber’s moans as Antonia’s tongue played over taut, sensitive nipples were always her guide. She sucked on them harder, pulling them out from Amber’s body while massaging the soft pale skin around them. She could smell Amber’s growing arousal, the scent making her mouth water. She needed that in her mouth, now.

Pushing Amber down on the bed, Antonia crawled between her long, muscular legs. Those dark pouting lips and protruding clit drew her fingers and tongue like a bee to honey. And just like that nectar, Amber tasted sweet and wild. Antonia took her robe off and tossed it to one side. She didn’t want her movements constricted in any way. As she returned to stroking Amber’s clit, one finger on each side, she slid one finger in. It parted the damp folds with ease and Amber’s moans intensified.

As the beautiful blonde panted out her need, Antonia lifted one of those gorgeous legs and put it over her shoulder. It gave her deeper penetration and helped her find Amber’s G-spot. She wanted Amber screaming her pleasure. She soon got her wish as moans became wails, echoing off of their bedroom walls. 

Still shivering with her orgasm, Amber tried to change positions. “Kiss me.” As she sat up, Antonia moved to do just that, their lips and tongues meeting to share the sticky warmth coating them. Amber’s mouth was every bit as sweet as her pussy and Antonia could spend all day enjoying just this. It made her wetter with each passing second and made her ache with want.  

As if sensing the need, Amber pushed her onto her back. “My turn.” Her long nails traced lines of fire down Antonia’s body to the dusting of dark pubic hair on her mound.

Antonia grabbed Amber’s long hair and groaned long and loud as she felt first two and then three fingers slip into her hot core. Her own fingers joined Amber’s and massaged her clit while Amber’s fingers moved faster and faster. Moans because screams as the first wave of an intense orgasm flooded her. Her muscles contracted around Amber’s finger as the tips of her lover’s nails tickled her G-spot.

As she came, she dragged Amber up by her blonde hair to kiss her again, this time getting to taste her own musky flavor on her lover’s tongue. As they kissed, they each reached down between the other’s legs to bring them both close to the edge. Then, thighs entwined, they ground their clits together to another orgasm, this one coating their mounds and lips with moisture as their hearts beat faster and faster.

Clutching bodies together, they collapsed into a shuddering heap.

 

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Dirty Sheets

April 18, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Stacy Cruz and Michael Fly in “Cover

It’s not enough to be beside you in bed. I want to breathe the same air.

Meet me under the covers. 

A thinly threaded veil separates us from the rest of the world. We are blanketed by a brightness that casts shadows over the curves of your splendid body. Your pale skin is as soft as the whiteness of the light.

Your breasts are compressed against my chest as my dick hardens up with want. Rub it wet with your slit and give me a kiss. 

Slowly, you crawl down on me. The sheet collapses and you disappear as you move down over my stomach. I feel your gripping hand and then the soft tip of your tongue licking away my initial excitement. 

I hold up the sheet because I can’t miss this. I pull my thumb to tighten the part in your shiny hair. Those beautiful breasts hang down in perfect symmetry as you go deep on my lucky cock.

When you come back to me, there’s nowhere to go when your breasts smother me deeper into my pillow. All I can do is open my mouth and see how far down your nipples can go to tickle my tongue. 

When you’re sufficiently suckled, you turn your body around. Your thighs straddle my head as your ass collapses on my face. I am suffocated by the wet folds of your tasty pussy. I know how good you are on the inside from your sweetness within. 

Come back around, Stacy. I’ve waited as long as I can to be inside you. 

There’s an indescribable warmth I feel when you slide down on my cock. There’s a softness within a sturdy frame. 

You cradle me. You rock me. Nothing will untangle us. 

I can barely contain myself until you whisper magic noises that become a language spoken in a frenzied tongue. “Ohhh yes, babyyyyyy, yesss…”

I melt inside you. 

Every last part of me clings to you, slipping gravity for at least a moment. Let’s hold on as long as we can. 

Stay here, Stacy. Yes, until you drip of me. 

Sheets are made to get dirty.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Riding the Waves

April 01, 2019 - by: Katie

Erotic fiction inspired by Jia Lissa and Adel Morel in “Waves of Pleasure

The first time I touched another woman’s skin, felt her kiss on my neck, and the warmth of her soft breasts against my own, I knew what I had been missing. There is something so beautiful about the touch of another woman, and when I’m alone at night in my bed, looking up at the stars, I can still recall the feeling of her gentle lips against my pussy, making me cum so hard.

It started while on vacation, like the best sex always does. There’s freedom to slow down, to sleep in, to eat and drink to our heart's content, and to enjoy the simple things in life. Like making love on a soft feather bed to the most beautiful girl in the world.

One afternoon, we spent the day walking the rocky shore, watching the boats and the dolphins as we strolled without a care. The sun was warm on our bodies and the heat of the day was like heaven as we wandered aimlessly.

At one point on our walk, we stopped to sit and gaze out at the ocean, and it was at that moment that I realized the tension between us was growing thicker every second. Maybe it was how she touched my hand when we walked or how I brushed my hair away from my face so I could better see her. But as we sat, our bodies touching we were so close, she leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“I want to play with you,” she cooed, sending a shiver down my spine and straight to my clit.

“What do you mean?” I asked, daring her to go further. Her hand ran along my thigh, just barely under the hem of my dress, but she didn’t hold back.

“I mean I want to take you back to the hotel and do wicked things. I want to undress you, look at your perfect body, and then fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to kiss you everywhere and make you cum so hard you can’t remember your name.”

I slapped her playfully, but I was so wet I could barely stand it. She was by far, the prettiest girl I knew, and if she wanted to fuck me, then there was no way I could refuse. Besides, I had been staring at her sexy body all week, and while I had seen her jump out of the shower on occasion, I wanted to see it all up close. Ideally with my mouth between her legs as she cried out my name.

By the time we got back to the hotel, there was no stopping us. We kissed for the first time, but our hands were right there as well, tugging at clothes, desperate for skin, and needing to feel the warmth between each other’s thighs. Without worrying about my dress, she pulled my white silk panties off, and then, for the first time in my life, I had the mouth of a beautiful girl on my pussy. She spread open my lips with her tongue, ran her fingers through my folds, and then finally pushed against my clit as she began to make love to me.

Her touch and her kisses were so sweet, but I needed to feel her skin, her breasts, and her tight ass under the grip of my hands. I needed to feel her wet against my knee before my fingers entered her, followed rapidly by my mouth.

But before I could do any of those things, she held me down, her mouth between my legs, licking my tender pussy up and down, sucking on my clit, and working her fingers inside me as I finally let go, my orgasm dreamy and overpowering. I held her there, not wanting her mouth to leave me as the tremors exploded through me, sending shivers of pleasure through every nerve until finally, she kissed me, whispering in my ear that it was her turn now.

I wasted no time pulling off her dress, tossing her panties onto the floor, and then finally tasting the most delicious pussy I have ever seen. Covered in light red hair, it made my mouth water. I licked her up and down as I felt her touch me as well, and I was in heaven. Her taste was deep and delicious, and I wanted to drown myself between her legs and never come up.

As her moans grew louder, I fingered her faster and harder, curving my fingers up until I found her G-spot. And then, between my mouth on her clit, my fingers inside her, and her hands gripping and pulling my hair, I felt her begin to cum, soaking my face with her release as she held me tightly.

She came harder than I knew possible. I loved her and needed her, and so I moved back to her mouth so we could kiss one more time. But just when I thought we were done, when I thought the magic would end, she slipped her hand between my legs and whispered in my ear.

“I want to make you cum again. And then again and again while you touch me too.”

“Can we stay in bed forever?” I teased, feeling her open my swollen lips with her fingers.

“Forever,” she said, once more pulling a beautiful and powerful orgasm from my trembling body.

And for the next two days, the only time we left the bed was to drag our tired bodies to the shower where once more we slid into glorious pleasure without any thought at all.

 

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Private Displays of Affection

January 30, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Arian and Rebecca Volpetti in “Pool Girls 1

Arian struggled to show Rebecca what she really felt about her. There were plenty of times she caught Rebecca with that mischievous look, scanning her petite body up and down like a dirty old man. Arian would smile, blush, and retreat.

She preferred TV to the movies. She lived for a kiss, not a tell. But when she was alone and horny she often found herself with idle hands. Her ambitions seldom went further than twisting curls into dark hair.

She needed a plan.

Arian caught up with Rebecca taking a late lunch in the office kitchen. They were alone. So she sat down and found the courage within her—perhaps it was that tingling sensation between her legs—to offer an invitation.

“Lena, Olivia, and I are getting away this weekend,” said Arian. “It’s a nice place with a heated pool. Any interest?”

“Aren’t Lena and Olivia together?” asked Rebecca.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” said Arian, thrown off by the question.

“Sure,” said Rebecca, sinking her teeth into a juicy orange.

There was nothing secret about Lena and Olivia’s relationship. They were notorious for PDA with their grabby hands, incessant giggles, and ear-nibbling whispering sessions. Arian was counting on an even fuller display of affection—preferably indecent—for their weekend getaway. It just happened sooner than she expected.

At the pool house, Arian was trying to calm her nerves with a glass of white wine that she filled to the brim. She poured an equally generous glass for Rebecca, who was outside dangling her long legs in the pool. Arian strolled down a step or two under the water and walked in front of a distracted Rebecca.

Lena and Olivia were already topless, lounging on a sun chair as they rubbed sunscreen into each other’s breasts.

Arian placed the base of the wine glass on Rebecca’s leg, which got her attention. She pressed the base down hard enough that she thought she could feel Rebecca’s goosebumps with her fingertips. Rebecca smiled but then took the glass away and placed it by her side. She turned away again to catch Lena and Olivia exchanging tongues in a real-life girls gone wild.

Rebecca’s black bikini came with bows on the top and bottoms, and Arian gently tugged on one at her hip. Rebecca didn’t resist. Arian rested her hand on Rebecca’s thigh. She remained silent. Then she touched Rebecca’s hair, pushing back silky blonde strands so she could whisper into her exposed ear. Rebecca cracked a smile.

“You haven’t seen my bedroom,” said Arian.

Arian took Rebecca by the hand and led her to a sunlit room. Rebecca sat on the bed and Arian got behind her, putting her hands on Rebecca’s shoulders.

“Do you want a back rub?” said Arian.

“No, not really,” said Rebecca, starting to laugh. An embarrassed Arian hid her face in Rebecca’s neck. Rebecca smelled so fresh. Arian opened her mouth and let her tongue slide over Rebecca’s smooth skin.

“That’s better,” said Rebecca. She turned back towards Arian and wet her lips.

Rebecca’s top was the first to come off. Arian sucked on Rebecca’s nipples and stole a few kisses when she could pull herself away.

They stripped each other in sequence, speaking in the language of moans. Rebecca took off Arian’s bandeau top. Arian was giddy as she looked down to see her nipples being squeezed into Rebecca’s mouth. Rebecca came up for a kiss and their breasts collided. She pushed Arian down on the bed and stroked an index finger over her cheek and down her body until it was under Arian’s purple bikini bottoms. She continued to kiss Arian as she fingered her. Arian sat up in bed, unable to keep her hands off of Rebecca’s bikini bottoms, which were beginning to feel wet to the touch.

Arian’s bottoms were the first to go. She opened her legs for Rebecca, who licked her way down Arian’s body slowly—those natural tits were an irresistible distraction—until she came face to face with Arian’s bikini waxed pussy. She loosened it with a lathering tongue.

Arian’s skin was dry from the pool, but she was slippery inside. Rebecca’s fingers picked up speed and her fervent kisses sent Arian deeper into the soft pillow until she plunged into an orgasm.

“My turn,” Arian said, after catching her breath.

Arian pulled off Rebecca’s bottoms, kissing her neck before going down on her. Holding her legs up in the air, Rebecca gave Arian a clear pathway to lick the full length of her slippery slit.

Her fingers slid slowly into Rebecca’s tight pussy and Rebecca struggled to breathe as Arian kissed her exposed neck. Rebecca turned over and stuck her precious ass into the air so Arian could give her kisses on her other cheeks. Rebecca massaged her clit as Arian buried herself in Rebecca’s ass. Arian wouldn’t slow down until Rebecca’s butt began to jiggle and jerk over her lips.

Arian thought she was done, but seeing the content look on Rebecca’s face gave her an urge. She crawled over Rebecca’s face to mark her with her scent. Rebecca licked back and forth and circled Arian’s clit, as Arian rocked her ass back and forth. They locked hands as Arian succumbed one more time to the will of Rebecca’s tongue.

They rolled over in bed, hiding under the sheets for some kisses and cuddles. They were beginning to drift when they heard a commotion in the living room. Rebecca hopped out of bed and cracked open the door, peeking out.

“You have to see this,” she told Arian.

Lena was completely naked, face up on the coach. Olivia was positioned on her knees between Lena’s legs and upright as she massaged Lena’s clit. Arian and Rebecca fondled each other and watched the couple for five, maybe ten minutes, before Rebecca crawled back into bed. Arian had a hard time turning away as Lena stripped down Olivia and fingered her from behind.

When Arian finally looked back, Rebecca was calling her with her eyes. Rebecca spread her thighs wide and waited impatiently.

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Lingerie Lovers

November 29, 2018 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Cristina Miller and Vanessa Decker in “Dreamy Life

Vanessa first spotted Cristina getting a manicure. She was sampling some fancy perfumes at her favorite store when she noticed a striking beauty, with dark hair and a caramel complexion, admiring her newly painted nails. Cristina turned Vanessa’s way and Vanessa was only able to avoid eye contact by burying her nose in her freshly scented wrist. She missed the hint of a smile on Cristina’s face.

Vanessa was bored. She was loitering in the store in search of excitement. Usually, that meant a trip to the lingerie section.

She was browsing the clearance rack when she saw those nails again – a mix and match of purple and white with tiny patterns – sifting through a rack of lacy teddies. Cristina was holding a black teddy up against the light, testing its transparency, when she looked over her shoulder and saw Vanessa staring at her.

Vanessa unfroze and knew Cristina recognized her from before. She had to say something. “Otherwise, she might think I’m a creep,” she thought.

“That looks really hot,” she said, walking over to Cristina.

“Didn’t I see you in perfumes earlier?” said Cristina. Vanessa nodded, slightly embarrassed. “Find anything nice?”

Vanessa lifted her hand up to Cristina’s face, slowly, as if she were approaching a skeptical kitten. She put her wrist under Cristina’s nose. Cristina’s nostril flared with the smell of peonies, gardenias and orange blossoms, and she smiled.

Vanessa moved her hand over Cristina’s jawline towards her neck. “May I?” she asked. Cristina lifted her chin up to expose her neck, allowing Vanessa to gently rub off some of the scent.

“You must have a hot date,” said Vanessa, gesturing to the lingerie.

“Hah, a girl can dream,” said Cristina. “It’s funny, I probably have three of four pieces just like this at home that have never seen the light of day. I need a reason to wear them.”

“Create a reason,” said Vanessa. “You should try it on. See how it looks.” She grabbed the teddy from Cristina and took her by the hand, tugging her toward the dressing room.

Cristina stumbled forward a few steps and then stood her ground. “I can’t,” she said. Her eyes feigned hesitance but Vanessa saw the calculation going on in her mind, which seemed to shift in mid-sentence. “I can’t... try something on by myself,” she continued.

Vanessa pulled a few teddies off the rack and they scurried to the dressing room, taking one of the largest rooms available. They stood face to face for a few awkward moments.

“You dragged me in here,” said Cristina. “You go first.”

“Okay, but turn around,” said Vanessa. Cristina quietly complied. “No, I’m just fucking with you,” laughed Vanessa. “You can look if want.”

Vanessa kicked off her winter boots and loosened her skirt, dropping it down her legs with her panties. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra. Cristina kept her back to Vanessa but couldn’t help looking back a few times as Vanessa stripped. She turned around once Vanessa had changed into a cream-colored teddy that was half thong and half halter top. Vanessa was tying up the teddy behind her neck and had neglected a nipple that was still exposed. Cristina pulled the lace over her breast, fingers skimming the warm flesh.

“It’s lovely,” she said.

“You haven’t even seen the back,” said Vanessa, who swayed her ass like she was slow dancing.

“Even better,” said Cristina.

Vanessa loved the way Cristina’s eyes wandered across her body. “Now it’s your turn,” she said.

Vanessa didn’t voluntarily look away and Cristina didn’t ask her to. She was unnerved by Vanessa’s desiring eyes as she undressed – but her body gave her every indication of being turned on. She undressed agonizingly slowly. Every piece of clothing, starting with the belt to her skinny jeans, came off one at a time. She turned her back as she took off her panties and put on the black teddy.

“Gorgeous,” said Vanessa. She asked Cristina to turn around. Then she spun her around again. As Cristina came full circle, Vanessa leaned in. Cristina closed her eyes and was motionless with anticipation.

Vanessa wasn’t content to give her a simple kiss. She slid her tongue from the edge of Cristina’s ear and down her chin line, clamping on her bottom lip and lathering it with her tongue as she cupped her hands over Cristina’s large breasts. Cristina’s hands roamed freely as she directed her tongue towards Vanessa’s mouth for a sloppy kiss. Their smacking kisses were loud and prolonged, enough that they were startled by a knock on the door.

“Everything okay in there?” said a muffled voice. “You never got your tags.”

“It’s okay,” said Cristina. “I’m a VIP member.”

It felt mean to laugh but they couldn’t help themselves. Vanessa gave Cristina another kiss and then whispered into her ear, “Let’s throw our clothes on and go to my place.”

“But we can’t just take these,” said Cristina.

“You worry too much,” said Vanessa. She grabbed all the underwear from the floor and threw it into her purse. She turned Cristina around and applied gentle pressure to pull her tag off, removing the tag from her own outfit too.

The cashier was a little confused at first. Two beautiful women paying for two missing undergarments – tags only – with giant smirks on their face.

Cristina followed Vanessa home to her apartment. Vanessa wasn’t much of a house warmer. She took Cristina right to her bedroom and told her to get comfortable while she fetched some wine.

Cristina stripped down to her teddy, and when Vanessa retuned with a single glass, she was also down to her lingerie. She gave Cristina the glass with a rim that was covered in her lipstick. Cristina took three large sips, nearly finishing the glass.

“I haven’t done this before,” said Cristina, who was full of nervous excitement.

“Just lie back and relax,” said Vanessa. “If you like how it feels, we can keep going.”

They stretched out on the bed. Vanessa locked hands with Cristina and kissed at her fingertips and then her mouth. Vanessa felt all over Cristina’s lacy teddy, slowly pulling the top down to bare her breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, and Vanessa stroked and licked them.

Vanessa removed the teddy completely and kissed her way down to Cristina’s pussy. She pressed the middle of her tongue against Cristina’s clit, curling its tip into her dripping pussy. She went back and forth with her tongue and her fingers as Cristina played with her big breasts. Vanessa crawled up alongside and Cristina opened her legs to let Vanessa’s freewheeling fingers take over. She started to get out of breath. As she curled her back, Vanessa fingered her relentlessly until an orgasm swept through her.

Vanessa caressed Cristina’s body as she gradually came down from her orgasmic high.

“How is that teddy still on?” said Cristina.

Vanessa sat up and unhooked the teddy from the back of her neck. It slid down, baring her big breasts, a tempting sight to Cristina. But she had something else in mind and she was tired of moving slow. She kissed around Vanessa’s inner thighs a little. She breathed in and got the scent of a woman who seemed to pamper every inch of her body. Her taste was even sweeter, and Cristina devoured her like a pomegranate.

Vanessa turned onto her stomach. “I’m so close, baby,” she said.

Cristina cuddled up next to her and rested her breasts on Vanessa’s back. Vanessa’s ass jiggled as Cristina probed her pussy with two fingers. Vanessa put a helping hand over Cristina’s fingers to increase the thrust. She moved to her clit as Cristina continued to finger her. Cristina blew kisses into her ear until Vanessa was shaking with pleasure.

They rested in bed for a few minutes, and Cristina turned to Vanessa, who looked to be on the verge of dreams. “So, there’s this great sex shop I know of about 20 minutes away,” she said.

Vanessa snapped awake with a smile and kissed Cristina. “Tell me about it,” she said, as she went down on Cristina for another tasting.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Lazy Sunday Sex

November 08, 2018 - by: Naomi

Erotic fiction inspired by Luna C and Gisha Forza in “Switch Off

My horny lover Luna is insatiable, an ebony beauty who, once she’s in the mood, just can’t keep her hands to herself.

It was a lazy Sunday, nothing much to do. We were hanging out at home on the couch; I was on my phone, going through my social network sites, but Luna had something a little more intimate in mind.

I could tell from the way she kept reaching over and tapping my arm, trying to get my attention. It’s lucky for her that she’s so hot, because she doesn’t have to work too hard to get me interested.

So she starts touching me, trying to slip her fingers inside my T-shirt and stroke my breasts, and her light touch does the trick. I feel myself getting horny and the next thing I know she’s got her tongue in my mouth and I’m squeezing her ass and hoping she’ll take off my pants and lick my slit.

She gets my top down easily and I can feel her fingers on my tit. I follow suit and pull the straps of her dress off her shoulders to play with her beautiful breasts, feeling her nipples against the palms of my hands.

Luna gets me on my back in seconds, climbing onto top of me to kiss me some more. I hitch her skirt up and grab at her ass as she grinds herself against my jeans. Kneeling over my thighs, she gets both of my titties out and licks my nipples. Each time she moves from one to the other, her saliva cools and my nipples stiffen even more.

Just as I’d hoped, she pulls down my pants and gets my legs open – I wasn’t wearing any panties. I watch as she licks my slit, feeling her tongue part my lips and glide over my groove. She gets me wet so fast, and sticks a finger in me, sucking on my clit hard, just the way she knows I like it.

She’s just as horny as I am, stopping for a moment to pull off what’s left of her own clothing. Then she’s on top of me, her hand on my pussy, fingers curled inside my hole, and I’m moaning and gasping, my whole body in lust with her. I look up and admire the way her breasts curve, feeling a deeper desire to fuck her.

I sit up next to her, my legs open, letting her finger fuck me, and I bend over to squeeze her titties and suck on those chocolate-colored nipples, cupping a breast in my hand, feeling its soft weight.

And that drives her so crazy that she starts to really fuck me hard, her hand a blur between my legs. I have to stop sucking on her nipple, it feels too good. With my head back, I gasp and groan and she rubs at my clit, eager to make me cum.

I want to taste her and I get her on her back and straddle her gorgeous face, planting my shaved pussy on her lips. She sticks her tongue right up inside me and for a moment it feels so good that I am unable to do anything. But then I remember her hot pussy right under my face and I get busy with it.

First, I stroke her slit as I bounce slowly back and forth against her tongue. Then, when I see her lips have peeled open and my fingers are wet with her juices, I bend down and taste her, sliding my tongue through her labia. That does the trick for her, she suddenly stops eating me and has to hold onto my ass tight as body delights in my licking.

I cum on her face but I don’t stop. We move back to sitting side by side and I rub her harder, just like she did for me. She wants me so badly her tongue keeps on pressing into my mouth. But now she knows she can have it anyway she wants, and she slides down the couch and throws her legs up in the air, while I lie on my belly. With my face right over her pussy, I finger her, probing her hole, licking her clit, her juices slippery on my fingers, coating my chin. 

I don’t see her cum, her legs are tight together, but I hear her and I feel her. Her body shakes as she orgasms, and we end up in a heap of horny nakedness.

I love lazy Sundays, don’t you?

 

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The Voyeur Inside

October 25, 2018 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Alexis Crystal and Juan Lucho in “Mutual Masturbation

Everyone’s got a little bit of a creep inside, right? I wanted to wrap Alexis around my finger before she discovered mine. I almost had her.

Alexis and I had been dating for a few months. We fucked a lot, but it took some time before we started spending nights together. We talked openly about everything and we could stay awake for hours peppering each other with questions. Then one night I stumbled.

“Do you watch porn?” she asked.

“Ummm, not really,” I replied.

“Kind of vague,” she said. “Not that I care either way.”

Technically, I was being honest. There was just a slight complication that prevented my guilty conscience from clarifying. My silence unsettled her.

I woke up in the morning and she was already out of bed. I heard her in the living room and wanted to surprise her with a cup of coffee.

The media stand was open and a stack of my home movies was spread across the floor. Alexis was watching TV on the couch with her back to me. She was the featured attraction in 4K.

It was one of my favorite videos. Alexis had come over after her run, and had left the bathroom door open a crack to let out the steam from her shower. The air was drying her beautiful body as she put on make-up for a night that would end with our first time having sex.

Against my better angels, I had grabbed my camcorder. I panned up from her cute little feet, along those perfect legs, slowly past her sculpted ass and tits, freezing for several minutes at the spot in the foggy mirror reflecting her face mistily.

The camera returned to her butt; and when the screen faded to black she could see the reflection of my outline in the doorway, standing like an asshole with two coffee mugs in my hands. The memory of her look of disgust can still split my heart in two.

“What the fuck is this?” she said. “You’ve been filming me all this time?”

“No, I...” I stammered. I held out a cup of coffee and asked her if we could talk. She slammed it out of my hand and stormed out, grabbing what she could of her belongings on her way.

“Don’t call me, fucking creep,” she said, slamming the door.

I couldn’t bring myself to even pick up the videos. They haunted me for what was the longest month of my life. I thought of burning them. The only reason I didn’t was in case she wanted them back. “You fucking idiot,” I told myself.

I ran arguments through my head to explain my actions. The heart loves. The eyes lust. I feel both for you. They were just ridiculous sentiments masking a simple fact: I liked to watch her.

One night I woke up still buzzing from too many nightcaps. My dick was too hard to ignore, so I hurried down the stairs and popped in my “Alexis montage.” I came all over the couch watching her delicate hands flip through the Sunday paper, her thighs tense up as she stretched in tight jogging shorts, the innocent smile on her face as she leaned over the counter, absorbed in a phone call – ok, there was some nice cleavage too.

I thought of texting her the next day. But her instructions couldn’t have been clearer.

There must have something in the air, though.

My phone pinged.

“Are you still watching those films of me?” said the text from Alexis.

Fuck, I thought, reliving the night before. “Yes,” I typed, wondering if I should qualify my truthfulness with a sorry or something. I wasn’t though. So I sent my text. Transparency or bust.

“I’ve been locking all the doors and windows of my house,” she texted. “I’m closing the shades whenever I’m home.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said, gripping my hair through my fingers and pulling up tightly. Then, a follow-up text caught my falling spirits from a cliff.

“I bought a really pretty dress today,” she texted. “It’s shimmery gold. I want to try it on but I have this nagging feeling that I forgot to lock one of my windows.”

I was out the door with my camera in tow.

Her front door and sliding door were both locked. So were all the first-floor windows—she was going to make this hard on me. The only other window I could conceivably reach was to her bedroom, which overlooked a fairly solid trellis. I survived the climb and thanked the heavens the window was open. She wasn’t in her bedroom, but I could see shadows in the hallway projecting from the guest room.

I pulled out the viewfinder and peered the live camera around the corner. My dick was chubby in my hand even before I saw her naked, except for a pair of black stockings that she was buttoning to a lacy garter belt.

She was wearing high heels and gingerly pierced them through the holes in a black thong. She turned around to see how her ass looked in the mirror. It was magnificent. More black lace covered her beautiful breasts. She put on a foiled dress that lit her up in a golden glow.

I’d been in love. I knew what it felt like. But this went deeper. She was my obsession. My desire to film her was to capture her in a moment that I could literally freeze in a frame. It felt more worshipful than controlling to me.

Alexis had given no indication that she was aware I was in the hallway, but now, without looking at me, she told me to set up the camera in the living room. The scene was set and I was trying to relax on the couch when she walked in the room towards me. She gave me an intimidating look, but it lacked resolve.

“I guess I would rather be watched than lonely,” she said. “Actually, I miss it. I like it.”

She turned around and lifted her dress to show me her ass. “Do you like the look of this?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, stroking the bulge in my pants.

“You can’t touch it,” she said.

She turned around, holding her dress up. She was rubbing herself over her lace panties.

“Do you like my pussy?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“You can’t have it,” she said.

She pulled off her dress and sat back on the couch, stretching her spread legs toward me. She locked onto my wandering eyes. Her pupils widened as she moved her restless fingers under the wide part of her thong and masturbated. This went on for many minutes until she started to breathe heavily.

“You can have anything you want,” she said. “You just have to ask.”

“Can I touch you?” I said.

She moved her thong aside and let me touch her wet pussy. It was as wet as the kiss she gave me, and I stuck my fingers inside her welcoming cunt as our tongues got reacquainted.

“That big dick of yours is really what I miss,” she whispered into my ear. “I want to hold it.”

I took my pants off and my cock sprung up in her hands. We masturbated each other.

“Fuck me,” I said.

“I mean, you don’t have to say please but at least you can ask me nicely,” she said, looking bratty.

“Will you sit on my fat dick?” I asked.

“Now, that’s more like it,” she said.

She crawled on top of me and took me inside her hot pussy, riding slow and steady. As we fucked, she pulled down her bra and stuck her nipple into my mouth. I latched on and continued to thrust up into her with my striving cock. She turned over and we stretched our legs out on the couch. We banged like clanging bare spoons.

“Can I lick you?” I asked.

Alexis pulled herself off my dick and scooted back on the couch, answering my question with her open legs. Hers was my favorite taste and I ravished her like I hadn’t eaten for months. I jerked myself off while still trying to avoid cumming. My excitement rubbed off on her and she came pretty fast and really hard.

Alexis patted the couch where she wanted me to sit. She sucked my cock lustily, propping her ass up like a porn star. I imagined all the perverts like me who would enjoy watching that.

As I started to whimper—a sure sign of an oncoming explosion—Alexis grabbed my camera. “This big cock needs to be a star,” she said. She stared at the viewfinder with a devious smile and gave me a rapid hand-job until I came hard. The viewfinder faded to black with her tongue lingering on my leaky cock.

“This is going to be a great one for my montage,” she said.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Submissive Katy pleases her Mistress

September 27, 2018 - by: Marie

Erotic fiction inspired by Tina Kay and Katy Sky in “Dominate

Mistress Tina tells her slave Katy she’s been disobedient. “Do you know what happens to very naughty girls like you?” she asks.

She binds Katy’s mouth with a white cloth, ties it tight behind her head. “Shh, I said no talking.” Now she has the submissive blonde where she wants her, lying on the bed with her legs spread open, dressed in her pristine white bra and panties.

Glamorous brunette Tina looks every inch the domme in her black leather dress. She has her sub turn around and get on her hands and knees. Katy’s perfect ass is all ready for a spanking, and Mistress Tina uses her riding crop, cracking it on her cheeks loudly until they redden.

Katy is a good slave who responds well to the touch of her mistress. Leaning back and looking over her shoulder as Mistress moves closer, she moans through her gag when her bra is yanked off roughly. Mistress Tina grabs her panties like reins and pulls them hard, stretching them far from her ass. Then she rips them off, pulling them so Katy has to move to let them fly from her ankles.

Now she’s all primed and ready for Mistress Tina, ass up, face pushed into the pillows. Mistress pulls up her dress all the way over her perky breasts, kneeling beside her and rubbing her shaved pussy.

Mistress loves ass play. She spits on Katy’s asshole and rubs her fiercely, pushing her index finger right up Katy’s soaked pussy. She pushes Katy’s face into the pillow with her other hand as she finger-bangs her gaping pussy.

“Now you will taste yourself,” she says, pulling the gag away from Katy’s mouth and making her suck on her pussy-wet fingers. Back go her fingers, deep inside Katy’s pussy; she presses her other hand over her sub’s mouth to stifle her moans.

Katy’s punishment is laced with pleasure as Mistress yanks her back onto her knees, asking her if she likes what she is doing to her. All Katy can do is gasp yes as Tina finger fucks her harder and harder. Mistress throws her back onto the bed and squats over one thigh, rubbing her clit hard, spanking her pussy, curling her fingers inside her hole.

“You want to cum?” she asks of her slave. “Go on then!”

The dutiful slave does as she’s told, much to the approval of her mistress.

And now it is time for the sub to earn her keep, kneeling between Tina’s thighs and lapping at her pussy. Mistress demands that she look at her as she licks her, whipping her ass with the riding crop. She makes Katy work hard at eating her pussy, pulling her face tighter against her slit and fucking her mouth.

Tina dominates Katy in every way, with her pussy, her hands and her voice. She makes Katy finger fuck her, squatting over her and riding her fingers, pushing her own thumb into her slave’s mouth to watch her suck on it.

And just before she orgasms, Tina grabs Katy’s hand and pulls it from her pussy, laughing. “Not yet…”

No, she won’t cum until she’s had Katy’s tongue deep in her pussy. She pushes Katy onto her back and grinds on her face, noisy and full of demands. Katy sticks her tongue out while Tina rocks back and forth, using her for her own pleasure. She cums on Katy’s face and moves back down her body, grabbing the gag and putting it in place once more. Slaves should be seen and not heard…

 

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