Catherine was pulled from a dirty morning daydream by the sound of him shuffling into the kitchen, and his sleepy-mumbled “Is there coffee?”.
She paused before her “In here”, and as he appeared in his boxers and rumpled hair, she licked her lips, dipped a delicate finger into her mug, and slowly painted both of her tender areolae with the captured warm brew. Her nipples rose swiftly when doused with the second coating, and she squirmed and purred from the wet heat, and from her own wicked mind.
"The mug is mine", she hummed, "so, if you want some….".
Her voice trailed off as a mocha-warmed finger slinked sensually southward…
He was on a short visit to the bathroom before heading off to the business seminar that he was running. And she was already so smitten and so horny from her night of bombastic kinky sex with this older semi-stranger who she allowed to pick her up and take her to his hotel suite… and take her endlessly… that before he emerged to say his goodbyes for the morning, she dropped her robe and posed by the wall of open glass.
Her sleek, nubile nakedness would certainly at least slow him down, she thought. And so it did.
He walked over to her, all crisp and presentable, and ran his masculine fingers softly down the front of her without a word, but with such desire in his touch, she could feel her aching clit rise on its own and begin to beg.
"Don’t go." she whimpered, like a little girl.
"You know I have to. You can wait until lunch break, can’t you? I told you I’d be back."
As he finished speaking, his fingers slipped into her weeping labia, and her wetness almost sucked his digits inside of her.
"God, you are a hungry little girl, aren’t you?"
She just gave him those big doe eyes of hers, and rolled her hips forward to swallow his offering even further. He moved in and kissed her hard. When he broke that kiss, he whispered in a dirty tone, “You’ll have to wait til lunch for a good wall-slamming power-fuck…”
And without warning, he turned her face to the ceiling-to-floor glass, tugged her hips back so she was bent over, and she found herself suddenly staring at some office workers across the way, who might actually see her posed naked in this lewd fucking position.
He heard her gasp when she saw how vulnerably public this could be. “Maybe I should call over there, and tell them to watch this window at noon.”
The tone of her grunt told him that she was biting her lip and praying that he would do just that. He leaned in with another wicked threat. “We haven’t christened that stellar ass of yours yet. Bet they’d love to see that dirty maiden voyage against the glass.” That made her half-groan and half-growl.
"That’s my good, dirty little girl. You behave for me now, and I’ll make sure that happens."
He knelt carefully, so as not to make a mess of his suit pants. He spanked her ass hard in smatterings of a half dozen smacks each dosage, and in between, he whispered that she was giving the curious workers a very nice show, then asked if any were looking..
Before she could answer him, he buried his face in her sweet, hungry cunt, the one he had sullied over and over the night before, as he wondered what shiny miracle had brought him this wild flower of a whipsmart and dirty girl. He toyed with her orgasmic trajectory, with fingers dipped in deep, tongue swirlings, and honey-dipped digits pressing their way into her sweet tight bottom, opening it to remind her what their lunchtime sport would be.
He peppered her ass with more hard spanks, took her to the edge and back a few times, but knowing his own time was short, he finally sent her screaming and drooling against the window pane, cumming for all who might be looking from the 23rd floor or thereabouts.
She could barely stand, so he picked her panting nude body up and deposited her onto the king sized bed. He sat smiling, leaned in and kissed her with his face full of her own slippery cum.
"I have to wash this off, but… I’ll be tasting you all morning in my throat. Trust me, I’ll be back as soon as I can for more. Much more. After all, we have a show to put on for those nice people across the way. Can you be good for me?"
Her head was still spinning from her most recent orgasm so she just nodded.
"Good girl. If not, no more naked spankings for you…" he joked.
She would be good. She wanted all of the depravity he could hand out to her, including those mid-fuck, stinging ass paddlings. God, she had no idea how much she could love that until this older man took her to school.
She would let him do anything to her now, she thought.
After he left, she looked across the expanse of sky to the activity in the building across the street, and she lay just out of their sight, unable to stop masturbating to the thoughts of what was to come.
Little did she know that he was serious about arranging an audience across the way. Nor did she know that, as he savaged her willing rear, in full view of a battery of watching eyes, she would be swept away by a hot rush to a roaring, blistering climax, when he moaned and gurnted these magic words into her ears,:
"They will all be masturbating to you tonight. You are about to become the stuff of their most obscene dreams, my dirty girl. Cum hard for them. Make them hear your filthy songs…"
That alone made her orgasm so intense and long lasting that she nearly passed out from the spinning ride. He caught her, dropped them to a kneeling, hip-rolling aftermath, and patiently let her reorient.
Then, before carrying to the bed for a lovingly tangled nap, he slid out of her backside and had her lick his cock clean of sweet ass and sweeter cum for the voyeurs’ finale.
Never had the depravity that was her true carnal self been so blatantly exposed. And never had she imagined she would love it as much she suddenly did.
"Will you fuck him like you fuck me?" she asked her man in the purring dirty talk of their after-fuck-glow.
She was nudging him to further sift through the possible sexual litany of his newly awakened bi-male hungers. After the two had dared to orally grace another man’s cock together, the fever for more rose in them both exponentially.
"In what way, baby?" he asked as he kissed her forehead.
"You know, things like…" and she trailed off as her fingers unconsciously slipped into her already dripping cunt purse, and her other hand feather-petted his re-rising cock shaft.
"Things like…?" he pried.
"Like… making him beg for your cock the way you do me sometimes". She sighed softly as another of her slippery fingers stuffed her inner walls.
"And…" she continued "..making him kneel; using his mouth, fucking his throat with your fist in his hair." This one got to him and urged a bead of pre-cum to peak out of his swelling head’s slit as she stroked him steadily.
He knew the next suggestion was the one she was building up to and his body waited for the burning spark.
She nipped at his ear, painted his lips with his own pre-cum, kissed him, then whispered closely, “What I really want to see you do is fuck him off the ground the way you do me. Spread those amazing thighs of yours and lift and drop his tight little asshole onto your yummy cock. The two of you face to face, eye to eye, kissing and biting and grunting…would be So. Fucking. Hot. to see!”
With every word, she would stroke or nip or kiss him and he would return the groping, licking favors. By the end of the reveal, her own entire fist was trying to enter her ravenous cunt’s opening.
"I want to see you turn him into a rocking pile of begging jelly, like you do to me, then pound him against the wall until he claws at your back and sprays his built-up bucket of cum all over your tummy and chest.’
She was now straddling her man as they pawed one another, slipping her sopping, luscious cunt’s lips all along his shaft’s length, priming him for assault.
"If I could watch you do that, baby, I might never stop cumming." She moaned. "Do it to me now, please… and imagine you’re fucking him.”
She lubed his cock with the puddled insides of her pussy pool, then slid his vibrating cockhead to her tight little anal ring and began working down on him.
Once he was halfway into her stunning, wriggling rump, he needed no other goading. He did just as she begged. levitating her off the ground on his spread thighs, lifting her and slamming her body all the way down to his cock’s breaching base. When she could manage words, she whispered more filthy suggestions like “You can feel his cock smearing precum all over your tummy. Fuck his asshole like you own it!! Cuz you fucking do!!”
He went wild, showing her in no uncertain terms that he would do just that. He would have no mercy on his first mancunt-breaching. When he pressed her to the wall, he slid his arms under her thighs to pry her apart, still imagining the man he would take just like this.
And once this ramped-up couple had both ripped into the whirlwind of shivering, slamming orgasms together, they soon found themselves crumpled in a panting, near-giggling, sticky heap on the floor.
The intensity was something that surprised them both, and there was no doubt that, when the male whose cock they had savored in unison, returned soon for a planned threesome night, he would indeed take him. Just. Like. That.
His greedy girl let his hot dirty cock slip from her rear’s sheath, then she slid down and licked its tip as she looked up at him. “One more thing.” she purred wickedly. “I get to clean you both up.”
And as she played show-and-tell on his messy meat, his eyes rolled back into his own carnal corner of heaven.
Nothing was going to stop this new dirty dream from cumming true. She had seen to that… brilliantly.
The au pair had returned for the summer months with the kid at home, and he knew he was in desperate trouble.
She had nearly seduced him last year, and in trying to be good, he told her that, unlike her laws in France, in the states, her 17 years of age could get him arrested.
Now she was 18. And once she got resettled in their home, she waited for the opportune morning when the wife was gone.
One look at her there, and his cock was as hard as his breath was frozen. She oozed over to him, wrapped her sylph like body about his, her gauzy temptress outfit leaving little mystery, and making a prisoner of his mounting fever.
As she unzipped him, he tried to resist, and stammered, “My wife…”
Nadine finished his sentence “… is beautiful. And her pussy tastes beautiful too.”
His mind spun. She nipped at his ear.
"I tasted it. Last year." She knelt to wrap her lips around his cock, but added first, "Now, we can all play together."
The table and wall would be their carnal bed.
He would never look at that breakfast nook the same way again.
Red-haired Molly had dirty-dreamed about this naked incursion for seeming ever…
…and now that she had her brother’s girlfriend by the nethers, he might never get her back.
Marcus had never imagined himself being the bi third for a swinging couple.
But one look at this couple’s photo in their quiet ad, and one read of all of the lascivious things they longed to try with a man who was not a sub, but could play many roles in their depraved fantasies, and he was fucking sold.
New horizons, Marcus told himself. It was time to break into the dark corners of his carnal mind and unloosen all the straps.
He had never wanted a man and a woman so equally and so fully… and he didn’t care how far he had to go to make this happen.
Bridget was a wild thing to the core, feral mane, deadly curves and hips that could swallow a man whole.
And when she was in this mood, no one was safe.
rock into David’s stellar ass deeper and deeper, she would step in behind her man with this filthy promise:
She sent him this luscious photo to remind him of the wildly athletic, carnal power-romp they’d had in his dressing room that fateful night.
'Holy fuck', he thought, ’Fierce is an understatement, when it came to her breathtaking sexuality. Were all ballerinas that rabidly hot?
He was so not a submissive man at all, but he knew was already a slave to her sexual prowess, and he would do anything to have her twist him into an orgasmic pretzel, even just one more time.
She would make sure he’d would never forget her, even long after she was gone.
It all started when she heard him softly moaning, mixed with the rhythmic pumping-slap of his naked flesh. She snuck down the hall, and watched him quietly from the half open door, barely aware at first, of when her own fingers began digging into her dampened panties.
It wouldn’t be long before her wet, panting sounds gave away her voyeuring mutual masturbation. And once they crossed that line together, letting each other see their budding self-lust, they would plan for alone times, while their parents were out, to play with themselves in the same room. They’d never touched each other, but they’d make themselves cum, sometimes together, just watching and being watched, in rabid, hormone raging, self-pleasuring.
Then came the day they were sharing this secret brother-sister depravity, close enough to each other that, when Alyssa heard her brother’s telltale “Oh God”, while her fingers were otherwise engaged below, she let go of her tugged nipple, reached over and just touched his leg to get his attention as she said, “Cum on me, Jason, cum on my tits. Do it!” That sent him right off to the moon, and he sprayed his warm seed right across her petite breasts, and that in turn, sent her flying off into the fucking stratosphere.
There was something about the feel of being cum-showered that afternoon, that kept her masturbating all evening long by herself. And the fantasies that it evoked ran rampant through her over-stirred, ever-budding libido.
First, she kept imagining her brother inviting some of his friends over, a half dozen of them or so, and ended up having them masturbating all over her naked body, as she played with herself.
She even imagined helping one or two by stroking them, maybe even sucking one or two… or maybe all of them, eventually, before they showered her with a moaning sperm storm.
But her wildest eruption came from imagining the same group of boys, taking turns fucking her, with her brother holding her down, his big dripping cock grazing her face every now and then. And in the end, the boys were holding her down, while her brother got the last wild fuck with her. And, while the other boys had to pull out and cum on her belly and tits, her brother got to cum inside of her.
She wasn’t sure he was ready for that last little-sister gangbang idea, but maybe she could get him to invite one or two other boys over soon enough, to join them for a masturbation afternoon.
It was 3AM by now, and with already soaked sheets, that thought was about to make her cum yet again. She was going to make this happen, one dirty step at a time.