I don’t usually post music here (I never have, in fact) but these lyrics are a nice fit. The band is Halestorm, and the song is on their self-titled debut album. If you like the song, do the band a solid and buy it from iTunes

“I heard you’ve got a nice cock.”

“Excuse me?” She couldn’t have said what I thought she said. The loud music and other guests talking made it nearly impossible to hear anyone more than a few feet away. She leaned on the chair between us.

“I said, I heard you’ve got a nice cock.” There was no mistaking her that time.

“Oh yeah?” I said laughing. “Where’d you hear that?”

“My sister,” she said with a smile and made sure I saw her eyes drop to my crotch. I could see down the front of her bridesmaid dress, and I remembered what a nice rack she has. Tight little ass, too.

“She talk about me a lot?” I asked. She practically crawled into the chair between us, and I couldn’t help feeling like a mouse under her predatory feline gaze.

“Every chance she gets.” She crossed her legs and didn’t bother with any modesty.

“What does she say?” I can feel myself getting hard, and the tuxedo pants probably weren’t doing anything to hide it, the traitors!

“Why don’t we go out onto the balcony? It’s quieter there.” Before I could even consider offering a protest, she was sauntering away from the table.

There were about a dozen people out on the balcony. I found her at the far end, leaning over the railing, looking down at the moon reflecting off the ocean. I stood next to her – close, but not touching – and took in the scenery. She turned her head to look at me, but I didn’t meet her eyes. She leaned over, bringing her lips close to my ear.

“She says you can fuck for hours.” I stiffened, but I still couldn’t look at her. I didn’t know what would happen if I’d seen her face illuminated by the silver light of the moon. “She also says you like to lick your own come off her tits.”

“She told you that?!” I was dumbstruck when I looked at her, all embarrassment gone. I’ve only ever seen one face that was more beautiful, but hers was augmented by a predatory sparkle in her eyes.

“Let’s go down to the beach,” she said. I wanted to protest – this was quickly spiraling out of control – but again she was gone before I could. I had to walk quickly to catch up. She didn’t say a word as we walked across the sand.

I grew more and more uneasy as we walked. I worried about being missed at the reception. I worried about the temptations I was feeling in the presence of this young, but dangerous woman.

Without even realizing it, we were standing at the door to the small bridal cabin.

“I think we should be getting back…” I fell silent when she pulled a key from her cleavage and unlocked the front door. Only the bride was supposed to have that key. “Where did you—“

“Shut up and get inside.” When I didn’t move, she grabbed me by the tie and dragged me in. The only light in the cabin was the moonlight spilling in through the open windows. I felt her hands on me, pulling my jacket off, yanking my tie off, and plucking the buttons from the tuxedo shirt.

“Holly, what are you doing? We can’t do this!”

“I’ve wanted you ever since my sister brought you home.” With my shirt open, she went to work on my pants. I couldn’t move. “When she started telling me about how long and thick your cock is, I knew that I had to have it.” She got the front of my slacks open and dipped her hand in. I was rock hard.

“Holly,” I protested futilely as she worked me free. “I can’t… I just got married!”

“Shut up and enjoy it, David.” The lights came on, and my jaw fell to the floor. My new wife was sitting on the bed.

“Megan–!” That was all I could get out before I felt Holly’s lips close around the head of my cock.

This story is by Les Hansom. You can read more of his stories at http://www.leshansom.com

Tim needed a haircut. Tim needed a lot of things, but at the moment his wife had decided that he needed a haircut. His wife decided lots of things. His wife had decided that Tim should have a vasectomy, just as easily as she had decided that he would not go out on his mate’s stag night this evening, and that he is going to grout the bathroom when his hair had been cut; in a salon of her choosing, that she had booked on his behalf. His wife stopped him going to the smoky old barber shop in town because the men talked about women all the time and what they would do with them given the chance. Not only that, there were pornographic magazines in the barber shop. Of course, by pornography she meant those national papers that printed pictures of naked women; basically, anything that could potentially give Tim a hard on. What her problem was with Tim getting a stiffy was unknown. Maybe she was put on earth to torture him. But whatever the case, she certainly didn’t oblige him herself.

The salon was in the centre of town above a shop that sold clothes. He saw the sign outside – Trim – and climbed the stairs inside. He briefly considered the connotations of the salon’s name and chuckled to himself as he opened the door.

“Private joke?” said a cheerful voice, catching him off guard as he entered.

He looked up, startled, and saw a young girl of about twenty years old smiling at him from behind a small counter. She had shoulder length, curly blonde hair, tanned skin and little to no makeup at all. This girl didn’t need it, she was naturally beautiful. Her face instantly cheered him up, and the prospect of getting his haircut didn’t look so bad after all.

“Hi,” he said, “no, I was just thinking of a programme I watched last night.”

“Do you have an appointment, Mr…?”

“Young,” he replied, “Mr. Young”

“Oh yes, I see here. Only this says Mrs. Young,” she looked at him and smiled, “did your wife make the appointment for you?”

“Yeah…Erm, I didn’t have time to. That’s right, sorry,” replied Tim a little too self consciously.

“Doesn’t matter to me who makes the appointment Mr. Young,” she said.

“Please, call me Tim, are you cutting my hair?” he asked.

“I am a hairdresser Tim, and I’m the only one here. Come on over and take a seat.”

Tim followed her over to one of those backward sinks. He didn’t realise that his wife had booked him in for a wash also. The sinks made him nervous. He’d read somewhere that they could trap nerves in your neck when you bent over them backwards. He did the British thing and went along with it anyway.

“Make yourself comfortable Tim, and I’ll be back in just a second.” She started to walk away and then stopped and turned towards him, “I’m Jessica by the way.”

Tim sat in the chair and leaned back. He was surprised because the sink had a cushion under his neck; it felt quite comfortable. When Jessica returned he noticed that she had removed her cardigan. She had exposed some flesh and she looked very nice indeed. She was wearing shorts just like Tim, with the pockets all over them, the ones that are so far down your leg that you put your back out trying to get your wallet. On top she was wearing a low cut yellow vest top. Tim raised his head a little and looked at her pert little tits. She was not wearing a bra either. He put his head back down and sighed to himself. ‘If only I were a little younger,’ he thought.

“Right then,” said Jessica, leaning over him from the side, “let’s get you all wet shall we?”

Tim rolled his eyes into the bottom of their sockets, straining to look down her top. She caught his eye and smiled. “Well,” said Tim randomly, pretending not to notice her smile, “I didn’t realise I was booked in for a wash?” he enquired.

“You’re not,” she said casually, “but it’s the end of the day and you’re my last customer. I thought I’d treat you a little, you look like you deserve it.”

Tim was amazed. “Well, thanks. But, you don’t have…”

“Enough now; just relax. If I didn’t want to, believe me I wouldn’t.”

Tim did exactly that. He closed his eyes and watched the light change as she moved her arms over him. He wanted to moan with pleasure when he felt the warm water run through his hair. As Jessica moved over him, stretching to the back of his head, he caught the smell of her perfume in the air, and mixed with the shampoo she was using, he fell under the spell of her strange pheromone and almost swooned. The skin of her wrists brushed across his forehead. She felt very delicate, like she might break if she rubbed the shampoo in too hard. He had an overwhelming urge to sit up and hold her tight. He could feel a stirring in his shorts. His wife certainly would not agree with this, but how could she have guessed that washing his hair would give him an erection.

“All done, now just sit still and I’ll wrap a towel around your head,” she said.

They moved over to a chair by the window. It was beginning to get dark and the street lights had just been turned on.

“What time is it please?” asked Tim.

“It’s a little after 5.30,” answered Jessica, closing the blinds near the mirror, “I’m just going to put the closed sign up and lock the door. Back in a two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

Tim watched her lamb’s tail walk away in the reflection of the mirror. It had that lovely little swaying motion that all the best asses have, moving up, down, and side to side like a slow waltz in her shorts. Tim’s cock twitched again. He reached under the waistband of his shorts and found it. He gave it a little squeeze to try and get it down, but alas it did not work; he only excited it more. He tried trapping the end under his waistband also, but that didn’t work either. Facing facts, Tim knew he just had to make sure that the smock she had placed over him did not drop down onto his groin area, otherwise he would make the whole thing look like a poorly constructed tent. Jessica returned, switching off some of the background lights on her way. There were only a few remaining and when she walked into the primary light over Tim’s mirror she looked amazing. She had tied up her shoulder length curls into a kind of pony tail. What Tim liked about it was that he could get a good look at her face. She had a big, almost simian jaw and mouth, a little like Billy Piper’s, the type that protrudes further than the other facial features on profile appearance, and the type that Tim just wanted to stick his cock into. She stood behind him and took his hair in her hands, gently stroking it between her fingers.

“You have lovely hair Tim,” she said, “what are we going to do with it then?”

“Just a bit of a trim,” he answered, remembering the name of the place and trying not to laugh out loud. He smiled to himself.

“Something amusing?” asked Jessica.

“Just the name of the place, you know.”

“No?” said Jessica in an enquiring tone, “What about it?”

“Have you never heard the expression “a bit of trim”?” asked Tim

“Oh I get it, yeah.” she said, “but it’s not that funny is it?”

“I think it’s generational Jessica. Your lot don’t use it much nowadays”

“So am I a bit of trim, Tim?” she laughed at the rhyme. Tim joined her.

“Oh yes!” he said, getting carried away, “you certainly are.”

Tim immediately reddened. He had loosened up a little too much and was pretty embarrassed at what he had said. Jessica saw this and rescued him.

“Right, one trim coming up.”

They hardly spoke at all for a long time, and Jessica worked slowly and carefully, lifting his hair in her fingers and measuring the length before each cut of the scissors. Tim liked it best when she walked around the front of him and put her hands either side of his head, gently pulling at his hair to check the symmetry of the cut. She was at eye level with him, but not looking at his eyes. He was looking at her though. He felt as though he was behind a one way mirror and Jessica was oblivious to his presence. They were so close he could feel her breath on the tip of his nose. He looked a little further down and saw her pert little breasts standing up despite her stooping. Her top was so low cut that he could see everything. This gave him an enormous hard on; so hard it hurt him to stay in the same position. He began to wriggle around.

“Are you alright Tim,” asked Jessica, concerned about his awkward movements.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m a little itchy with the hair.”

“Let me get my brush,”

Jessica reached for a soft neck brush and dashed it across Tim’s neck and face. He sneezed and Jessica dropped the brush in his lap. This little twist of fate revealed Tim’s secret, and created the poorly constructed tent he was so worried about. Jessica reached for the brush, pretending to ignore the huge erection coming out of the black smock. She failed to disguise her longing though because Tim saw her in the mirror. Jessica moved around behind him again and tried to concentrate on the haircut. She was getting hot, Tim could see sweat on her brow. He was getting pretty hot also in the smock, and the fact that he was sitting in front of a beautiful girl he would love to screw, with a hard on the size of a king size toblerone, did not help matters.

“So what do you do Tim,” asked Jessica, virtually salivating and looking down at his cock between scissor snips.

“I’m in demolition,” said Tim nervously. What he wanted to say of course was, ‘get my cock out now before it snaps under the pressure’.

“What do you do exactly?” she asked.

“I get to blow shit up. It’s the perfect job for a bloke,” he laughed. His cock was beginning to slacken a little as he felt a conversation beginning.

“I like to blow sometimes too. And it’s the perfect job for a woman,” Jessica laughed out loud. Tim’s cock twitched again and he laughed out loud with her. “Some people like that, and some don’t. I suppose it’s a matter of taste,” she laughed.

“And how you taste,” Tim chipped in.

They both laughed again and looked at each other in the mirror. Tim stifled his laugh when he caught Jessica’s eye.

“How do you taste Tim?” she said, looking very seriously for a moment.

“Pardon?” said Tim, not quite believing what he had just heard.

“I want to know what you taste like.”

“I…I don’t know,” he stammered, a little confused at the direction these minor flirtations were taking, “I don’t get much chance to taste myself,” he laughed nervously, trying desperately to make light of an obvious proposition.

“Mind if I find out?” said Jessica, already bending to her knees.

“Are you crazy!” exclaimed Tim, “No, of course I don’t. I mean, I don’t…, no thank you. Please stop.”

“Does your wife do this?” she said, ignoring Tim’s mindless and frankly unconvincing pleas.

On her knees, looking up at him, she slid her hand up the inside leg of his shorts, forcing him to quiver as she approached his groin area. Tim didn’t move a muscle. This felt fantastic, and there was no way he would protest any longer. This girl was right, why not enjoy himself. She found her way to his boxers and without any further warning she put her hand up the leg of them and found his cock, nice and hard and bursting to get out.

“Oh yeah,” she said, raising her eyebrows, “can I taste some of that Tim?”

“If you don’t get it out soon, I will,” he replied, surprising himself with his newfound confidence.

Jessica threw back the smock and it covered Tim’s face. She wrestled frantically with the buttons on his shorts as he wrestled with the smock over his face. When he finally saw what was going on he gazed in awe at the creature between his legs. Jessica looked fantastic. She had taken off her top, revealing those beautiful tits he had been peaking at and she was working on springing his cock from its joyless prison. Jessica grinned at him hungrily and popped the swollen end of his cock into her mouth. She had a tight grip with her hand on the base and it felt wonderful. He watched her head move from side to side as she circled the end in her wet mouth. He moaned out loud as he felt twitching around his asshole. Jessica did not disappoint. She opened that wide mouth of hers as far as it would go and shook his cock from its base, letting it bang and twitch around her lips and tongue. She wanked it hard and fast while she did this, and Tim’s legs began to twitch.

“Hit a nerve I think,” laughed Jessica, barely audible with her mouth full of Tim’s cock.

Tim tensed his ass and legs, pointing his toes. His wanted to cum so much he was starting to get a headache.

“Relax, will you,” said Jessica, taking his cock out and stroking it gently in her hand, “you don’t need to help me.”

“Right, okay,” said Tim, a little shakily.

Jessica put his cock between her lips and pressed them together tight. She looked him in the eye and moved her mouth, wobbling her chin up and down quickly to make lots of saliva. She allowed a little of it to creep around her grip on his cock and slid her head down slowly, still looking at him. She continued until she had the whole thing in her mouth. She was so totally relaxed with his cock so far inside her mouth that Tim couldn’t believe his eyes. She was still looking at him with innocent looking puppy eyes, as if asking him not to hurt her. His cock started to twitch uncontrollably inside her mouth, but she did not let go of her grip, she just nuzzled a little further into his pubic hair at the base.

“Oh my god! That’s fantastic,” he exclaimed.

There was a surprised sound from Jessica as though she were enquiring if what he said was really true. The vibrations from the back of her throat when she did this made Tim’s cock tingle with pleasure and twitch harder than ever. Jessica started to make sniggering sounds, like she was struggling to breathe through her nose, and it was quite clear that she needed to come up for air. She slid her beautiful big mouth back up Tim’s length and let his cock end out of her vice like grip with an audible ‘pop’ sound. She gasped and smiled all at the same time; it was quite a sight for Tim.

“I want to cum so bad I could do it just looking at you,” he said.

Jessica smiled, clearly flattered, and slid back down his cock again. This time she did not stay at the base, she slid up and down the entire length and every time she went right down Tim groaned out loud. He glanced up at himself in the mirror. He looked flushed, and his nostrils were flaring like a dragon about to breathe fire. He looked down to check the reality of the situation and found Jessica sucking him off faster and faster, still taking the whole length of him inside. She had remembered how he liked it when she made noises so she did it again. Her gentle moans whilst sucking his cock made him go crazy, the vibrations were like tremors of pleasure, rattling right down into his balls. He began to gasp. He tensed himself and tried to pull his cock away from her. Jessica gave one last long slide down his length and made Tim cum a little in her mouth before pulling it out and pointing it straight ahead. She gripped the base of his cock tight as it throbbed with all the pumping. When she released her grip, Tim sprayed a long stream of cum as far as the mirror, running onto the shelf and across the floor, onto Jessica’s hand. He looked up at himself and found that he had exploded all over his reflection in the mirror, in particular around the mouth.

“There,” said Jessica, rising to her feet, smiling and pointing at the mirror, “now you can taste yourself.”

They cleaned up in silence before Jessica moved around the back of Tim’s head and held up the mirror, “well?” she asked, “Is that alright for you Sir?”

“Sure, that’s great!” said Tim, tucking his cock back in his trousers, “the wife will be well pleased.”

“Yeah, you can fuck me in the ass,” I said with a grin from my throne. He was totally enamored by the sight of my bare pussy glistening in the warm candlelight a mere foot in front of his face. “But first,” I went on, giving my clit ring a gentle twist, “you have to suck my husband’s cock.”

The boyishly-handsome toy hesitated, but I wasn’t worried. I leaned forward, reminding him of the massive breasts being held aloft by my corset.

“You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” I reached forward and traced a gloved finger along the line of his jaw, down his neck, then on to the solid muscles of his chest. He shook his head and I smiled. “Good.” I leaned back in my massive chair, crossed my legs at the knees, and waved him away to where my husband was stroking his cock behind this young stud.

I wasn’t particularly interested in watching a man receive fellatio from another man, but my husband of three years has a bisexual streak in him that comes out every once in a while. I’m happy to let him indulge in it because more than anything it just makes him want me more. Even now his eyes were on me as the younger male dropped to his knees and shyly took my husband’s dick in his hand.

“Make sure he doesn’t swallow your come, darling. I want a taste.” Grinning broadly, my husband asked the male if he understood. He nodded before opening his mouth and licking the tip of the cock before him.

It wasn’t long before my husband was gripping the other male’s head and moaning loudly into the incense-thick air of our little love-den. My husband is so beautiful when he comes, so masculine.

When the male’s head was released, he stood up and hurried over to where I still sat my throne. The chair was raised enough so that while sitting, I was still eye-level with the person standing before me. It also made it convenient for when that person was kneeling before my throne. I sat forward as the male approached, his eyes still glazed with disbelief and surprise excitement. His cock was still very hard. I met his lips, pried them open with my tongue, and accepted the offering of my husband’s semen.

“Good boy,” I said, licking my lips. “Go lie down on the floor. I’ll be with you shortly.” My husband passed him as he approached my dais and knelt before me. “Tell me, my darling; is our little toy a good cocksucker?” I watched as the male lowered himself to the floor, his cock the only thing left standing.

“Almost adequate,” my husband said simply. “I had to think about you in order to bring myself to climax.”

“Noted,” I said, rising from the chair. Even without the added height of the chair, I am an imposing woman. I stand over six feet tall, with a slender, athletic figure. My legs are exceptionally long and my ass is perfectly round and full. My breasts are a natural D-cup, still untouched by the greedy pull of gravity. My silky, raven black hair cascades down my shoulders and back in a fall of loose curls, framing a sharp-featured, elven face. I’ve been told I am more beautiful than most supermodels, but they have no idea. I am not simply a beautiful woman; I am a nymph, a goddess, whose sole purpose is to inspire and bathe in the lustful attentions of men and women alike.

And that is just what I had on my mind as I sauntered over to where this young male lay expectantly on the floor. I stood above him, a 4-inch heel to either side of his waist, and again his eyes were drawn to the smooth, damp folds of flesh glistening lazily between my long legs. There was so much to do before I even gave him the chance to touch me, however.

As I stood over him, my husband stepped up behind me, caressed the curves of my narrow, constricted waist, then lifted one of my stockinged legs. I could feel the length of his arousal against my nether lips, so I let our little boy-toy watch as I stroked the shaft of my husband’s cock with my pussy, tilting my hips back and forth, coating him with my desire. Moaning softly, I reached back and hooked my arm around his neck, turning just enough to let him enter me with a sigh.

It would be a long night; I hope our toy can last.

I’m assured that these text messages are verbatim, as they were sent/received.
Her text messages are in red, His text messages are in blue.

I want rip ur clothes off and have my way with u….now.

Mmm… Now you’re talking… tell me what you want to do

I want u to ice my nipples…hehe…but first wud need to suck ur cock and tickle the spot behind your balls with my fingertips…til u blow

No, I don’t want to cum yet. I want you to tease it, try to make me as hard as you can

Wow…sit u in a chair, straddle u and wiggle my sweet, wet pussy on ur cock…bringing it in half way, circling my hips slowly up n down

While u suck and lick my nipples with my hands on the back of ur head…

Sucking your nipples, nibbling, biting… I want so bad to shove my dick deep inside you, but this teasing feels so good

I want to reach behind me and run my nails up ur thighs as I bring u in deeper… a little pain with pleasure…up bite harder…mmm…

I want to squeeze your ass while you work my cock, maybe poke a finger into your ass

Mmmm…god yes…

Run it around the rim of your hole, lube it up with the pussy juices that run down my cock, then push back in your asshole

U r killing me here! Am so wet… its embarrassing!!! Heehee…mmmm… ;)

Maybe we could work my dick back there a little bit… what do you think?

I think that I want u 2 badly…I think that u r making it hard for me not to take a week off and drive down there…sigh. I want to fuck u.

I want to play with your asshole while you bounce on my cock. I want to bend you over a chair and spit into your asshole so I can push my raging hardon into it…

OMG I just moaned!!! The guy beside me totally heard me. My pussy is throbbing now…I need u in me NOW!!! Ack!

I want to take a fist full of your hair and pull your head back until you’re forced to drop to your knees, then slap your slutty face with my cock…

OK!!! Am going home!! Need to calm down so I can drive!!! Fuck u turn me on!!!

I’ll let you drive then. I’ll just sit here thinking about being in the passenger seat and reaching over to finger your pussy while you drive.

Thank you…but damn!!! Seriously hard to drive now!!!

uve turned me on too much over the last few weeks! I need it!!

If it was dark, I’d maybe even take my dick out and jerk off while I pinched your clit and fucked you with three fingers

Seriously! How do u know my weaknesses? I can barely breathe…I am biting so hard my lip so I don’t start playing with myself. Oh god mmm

You just make me want to do these things to you. I’m so fucking hard right now…

I am so fucking wet! My pussy is throbbing I want to be fucked by u now and I am not kidding. I am finding it hard 2 concentrate on anything

As soon as you parked the car, I’d grab you by the back of the neck and pull you down to suck my cock right there

Crap!!!!! U totally made me lose my focus and am getting a speeding ticket!!Shit! U can’t do this to me when I am driving!!! Hahaha! Fuck!

Oh shit, I’m sorry!

Crap!!! 160 bucks! Hahaha now u definitely owe me something in person! Shit! Hahaha…sigh. U better be worth it. Now must drive! Later sexy

I’m really sorry! You were texting so much, I thought you were home :(

Uh-huh..not only a giant ticket but have potentially ruined a cute pair of white boyshort panties!! Fuck u get me so wet!! My fave pair! :(

There were more hands on my breasts, and they weren’t BF’s. Alpha’s were on my hips as I circled them on his shaft. These new hands, which belonged to the friend we’ll call Beta, squeezed and pinched anonymously from behind. I kept my eyes locked on Alpha as I pushed him to lie on the couch. This anonymity was turning me on and I wanted to preserve it for as long as I could.

Once Alpha was on his back, I nuzzled against his neck. Whispering in his ear, I told him to tell Beta to fuck my ass. He did, and it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.

While Alpha moved his cock inside my pussy, I could hear Beta unzip his pants and push them down. A few seconds later, my ass was being spread open and I felt a finger test my tight sphincter. Soon, I felt the head of Beta’s penis pushing into my anus.

The next thing I remember is pushing up just enough so Alpha could suck on my tits while they both pounded my holes. It had been a long time since I’d been doubled like this, and it felt amazing. Especially since I didn’t know who it was buried so deep in my asshole.

While Alpha chewed and sucked on my breasts, I saw BF sitting in the chair, about ten feet away, slowly stroking his cock as he watched me. I can remember having an overwhelming desire to have him in my mouth, but he wouldn’t move. I couldn’t move.

I came, suddenly. I screamed and writhed on their cocks while they kept pumping into me. But before the orgasm was finished with me, Beta was gone from my ass. The sensation sent another orgasm through me and a second later, my screams and whimpers were muffled by a thick cock. Then my mouth was full of semen. I sucked and sucked until every last drop had slid down my throat, and then I sucked him some more.

I put a hand on Alpha’s chest to support myself, and took Beta’s penis in my other hand. I looked up and saw the familiar face of BF’s close friend. I smiled up at him as I struggled to take his softened dick down my throat. I could feel the shudders going through his body, but he was getting hard again already.

I don’t remember whose idea it was, but next I was climbing off Alpha’s cock so I could kneel on the floor. I did this all without taking Beta out of my mouth. Alpha stood next to Beta, stroking himself. I literally popped Beta out of my mouth (and looked up at him with a playful giggle) and watched Alpha’s fist sliding up and down his shaft.

Alpha came all over my face while I pumped Beta’s pole. While I sucked Alpha clean, I watched BF out of the corner of my eye. He was still stroking slowly, taking his time to enjoy his little girl getting reamed, plugged, and sprayed.

And it made me want to fuck his friends even more.

The second part of my story, The Ice Cream Shop: A Fantasy is posted over at Shazam’s site. Here’s a sample:

I stuffed the slip of paper into my pocket and helped the girl down off the counter. Her long, straight, brunette hair hung down, obscuring her face; it wasn’t long enough to hide her full, firm breasts, though. I led the anonymous girl over to an empty table, away from the three other patrons. She bent forward over the table and I sat down in the chair facing her bare ass.

This is the first part of a story that was inspired by @ShazamSF. She recently posted a fantasy involving an ice cream shop; make sure you read that first before you continue here. I’ll wait.

I was enveloped in the cool, conditioned air as the door swung silently shut behind me. With the sweltering hot summer air now just a memory, I wasn’t quite so eager to cool myself with a giant dish of ice cream. As I stepped up to the counter and got a glimpse of all the different flavors and toppings, my appetite returned.

I didn’t realize how intent I was on deciding what to get until a short, surprised yelp broke my concentration. I looked around, but it was just the naked girl face-down on the counter; someone had plunged the frosted handle of an ice cream scooper into her ass. I turned my attention back to the menu.

Banana split or hot fudge sundae? Or should I just get chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips on it? Maybe vanilla with caramel….

After much deliberation, I got in line to place my order behind a slender, but shapely girl. She stepped up to the counter when the clerk asked if he could help her. The counter-girl’s ass was right in front of the girl’s face; she was short, so she had to get up on her tip-toes to see over the firm backside.

When the clerk shuffled off to make the sundae, the girl leaned forward and planted her face between the cheeks she couldn’t see over. Trying to wait patiently, I could hear her lapping at the counter-girl’s pussy.

He sure was taking his time making that sundae, I thought as I tried to not listen to the slurping and moaning and panting in front of me. I looked at my watch: barely two minutes had passed, yet it felt like fifteen. If it weren’t for fear of being pepper-sprayed or even arrested, I might have been tempted to pull this girl’s pants down and fuck her while she waited for her ice cream.

Just as these thoughts danced through my mind, though, the clerk came back with the girl’s ice cream. She straightened, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and sat down at a nearby table.

“Can I help you?” the clerk asked in a bored tone.

“Yeah,” I said, stepping up to the counter. I could smell the arousal of the girl on the counter, and for some reason I thought it might be easier to ignore if I stuck my fingers in her ass. So, I licked my forefinger and slipped it into the warm, tight hole. “I’ll just have a double scoop of vanilla,” I went on, reaching into my back pocket to retrieve my wallet.

“Anything on it?” the clerk asked, pushing a few buttons on the register while the girl between us squirmed around my probing digit. I could still smell her heat, so I worked my middle finger in as well.

“Umm…” Now that I thought about it, chocolate syrup would taste good…. “Yeah, how about some chocolate syrup?”

“Sure thing.”

As the clerk pushed a few more buttons, I began to notice a tightening in my groin. I was getting hard, but I had no idea why. I’d felt a stirring when I was thinking about filling the girl that had been in front of me, but now? What’s so arousing about ordering ice cream?

I looked around to make sure no one was looking at my crotch, and tried to adjust myself in hopes of alleviating the pressure. It worked for a moment, but as soon as I began sawing my fingers in and out of the counter-girl’s anus, my cock throbbed again, flexing and straining against my shorts.

“Dish or cone?” the clerk asked, but my mind was elsewhere.

“Huh?”

“Do you want your ice cream in a dish or a cone?”

“Oh,” I said, pausing to think about it. I glanced down to where my thumb had disappeared inside the girl’s vagina. “I’ll have it in the small of her back.”

“Sure,” the clerk said, punching a few more buttons. “That’ll be three-eighty.”

I flashed him my card.

“Oh, just slide it through the slot there,” he said, gesturing to the girl’s quivering genitals.

I removed my thumb from her pussy and lined up the edge of my card with her labia, and swiped it through. The girl yelped and the register beeped as it printed out the receipt.

“Find yourself a table, and I’ll bring the ice cream out to you,” he said, handing me the receipt.

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“Why don’t you fuck me?”

She stood before her husband of four years, hands planted firmly on her shapely hips. She was barely over five feet tall, but she loomed over him sitting on the couch.

“You spend all day at the office, then you come home and work. That’s all you fucking do!”

He started to say something, but she silenced him with a raised finger and those intense blue eyes.

“Shut up and listen.” Her stare held him pinned to the couch as effectively as leather straps. A moment passed in which the only sound was the dishwasher chugging away in the kitchen.

“What’s the matter with you? I have guys staring at me all day long at the office, especially when I wear a top like this.” She squeezed her breasts for emphasis. “I can think of four guys off the top of my head that have all but told me flat out that they want to fuck me. And the rest of them are thinking it.” She released the second and third buttons of her blouse, displaying her full, plump cleavage.

“Don’t you like my tits anymore? Or my ass? Do you know how many guys I catch every day staring at my ass when they think I’m not looking? I could fuck any one of the men in my office. All I’d have to do is ask and there’d be a line. But I don’t. I don’t because I love you. I don’t because I would rather fuck you. We haven’t made love in more than a week, damnit. We used to fuck two, three, sometimes four times a day! And now…” She leaned over, giving him an even better view of her deep cleavage, and said, “Now I practically have to rape you to get at your cock.” She gripped the bulge in his suit pants and purred.

“So now you do want to fuck me?” Another button came open on her blouse. “You’re hard and yet you just sit there. Do you masturbate instead of fucking your wife? Or are you screwing that girl in your– No. Fuck it. I don’t care.” Her fingers slid up and began opening his slacks. “I’m horny and you’re hard, so I’m just going to take what I want.”

She nearly ripped his pants open and pulled his cock out. She stroked it and hiked her skirt up so she could straddle him. She wore no panties. “Come on, you asshole, fuck me!” He ripped her blouse open and stripped her bra off while she guided him to her dripping folds. Before she took him in, she used her damp arousal to lubricate his shaft. Then with a scream, she plunged herself down, filing her pussy with his thick flesh.

She rode him hard, bouncing her tits in his face, until she reached down and tweaked her clit. It sent her plummeting into an orgasm, a quick and shallow one, but it was enough to take the edge off her raging desire.

“I said fuck me!” He did as commanded and threw her onto the couch next to him. Oh her hands and knees, he positioned himself behind her and drove into her smooth channel with a single thrust. “Come on!” she urged, trying to reach back and grab him by the ass, trying to pull him harder into her. He took a fistful of her silky blond hair and yanked her head back. Screaming in pain and ecstasy, she came again on the pounding of her husband’s cock. He didn’t relent. He fucked her harder and faster through her orgasm, slamming his hips into her ass. Faster and faster until he was suddenly gone from her spasming cleft. He pushed her off the couch and she knelt, awaiting his release. He stroked himself furiously above her waiting mouth, moaning and groaning as he buffeted her tongue with the very tip of his dick.

Squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples, she didn’t have to wait long until he grunted and exploded into her face. Long ropes of creamy white semen lined her face, spurt after spurt after spurt. She reveled in it, feeling it on her closed eyes, on her nose, in her mouth, on her chin, and dripping down onto her tits. It kept coming, his hot seed, gallons of it, with every stroke. It seemed like an hour before it started tapering off, a few final drops falling into her full mouth.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she moaned happily as she wiped the come from her eyes and looked up at him. She sucked the cream from her manicured fingers and swallowed it hungrily.

“That’s why I haven’t fucked you in a week,” he said with that smile she never could resist. “Happy birthday, Babe.”

Looking up at her husband – her glorious, beautiful husband – her eyes teared up, but it wasn’t because she got semen in them. Swelling with love, she sucked his magnificent cock into her mouth to ready him for the next round.