The Dry Spell 3

Jason didn’t say anything for a moment, but she heard the office door slam shut and a drawer open and close. She heard his breath as he stepped closer, now close enough that she could smell him. The clean scent of body wash and shaving cream.

“Do you know,” he said, “how long I’ve wanted to watch you do that?”

Kate smiled, her heart leaping and got ready to turn around, but Jason put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her steady.

“I didn’t say turn around. I just said I wanted to see that. I ALSO want to see you like this.”

The Dry Spell 2

It was past midnight when she made her mistake.

Jason squatted down, pulling a box between his knees to cut it open, and then pushed it against a shelf behind him. As he stretched, Kate once again saw the outline of his cock, only the tight jeans outlined it in detail. He was HUGE, much bigger than she thought and the heft of his balls rounded the denim fabric below. More than anything, Kate just wanted to…to…

She just wanted to be fucked, was all. Fucked hard, fucked long, fucked by someone that knew what he was doing. She wanted to be grabbed and be manhandled and just…fucked. That wasn’t too much to ask?

The Dry Spell

Kate had to flip through the hospital’s calendar again to make sure, but after the third time, there was no denying it.

She hadn’t had sex for exactly one year.

Jesus! she thought. That’s horrifying.

Her last relationship had ended so horribly. Her boyfriend (EX-boyfriend reminded herself) had moved to Colorado, and it was good riddance. For two years they dated, then, one day, she saw an advertisement in a local newspaper for an exotic dancer. And, look and behold, there stood her boyfriend. Shirtless, eyes half-lidded, with the by-line reading “No Limits, No Rules” beneath him in script.

One o’Clock 3

Tom did. He struck her with the belt, hard enough to sting but not hurt. Her body rocked forward with each pass. Every few strikes she felt him kneel quickly and kiss the red welts, running his tongue along them and then she’d hear the whip of leather again.

It was ecstasy

Wetness trickled down her thighs, soaking them. Her pussy felt like a living thing between her legs, burning with blood and need.

“Put it in me,” she said.

One o’Clock 2

Tom kissed her. He pressed so hard against her that a crowbar couldn’t tear their bodies apart. He attacked her with his lips. His tongue shoved into her, finding her own and exploring. She felt the hardness of his teeth, the gentle texture of his own tongue and his breath pumped against her cheek through his nose.

Then he broke the kiss, yanked her head back and fell to her neck. He bit her, he sucked her, he licked her. Only his arms held her up.

Already her panties were soaked through. She wore light jeans and she was pretty sure she started to soak through those too. It took Steve ten or fifteen minutes to get her aroused. Usually he didn’t bother and just used KY. Tom got her wet in seconds.

One o’Clock

Heidi had until four o’clock, and it was already one. She didn’t know how she could make herself more obvious, other than grabbing him and saying “Would you fuck me please?”

But she couldn’t, because Tom was her fiancé’s best friend.

Years before, when she just stared dating her fiancée Steve, she had slept with Tom. Out in a field in a July night.

Tom took her three times that night, one after another after another after another… Never had she known a guy with such a drive. He was good-looking but not great. His cock was average-sized, but nothing pornographic. He had controlled her completely that night. Never had she known someone with so much will in bed. The control delighted her.

A Birthday Present 4

Then other hand rose and slipped out her other breast and the ice cube fell on her again.

“…fuck…” she said. She pushed it forward, needing him to extinguish the agony of the cold on her, but John only put out his tongue and licked it lightly and then swallowed her again.

Her thighs were coated now.

“Now,” she said. “Fuck me now.” She kissed him hard.

John nodded and stood up quickly, grabbing the winter coat and shoving it onto his seat. When he sat again, he was four inches higher in the air, giving her legs plenty of room…and allowing him to slip into her completely.