Straight Fiction: Sometimes You Just Really Need to Get Fucked!

By: Brindle Chase

Life gets so hectic at times that I forget to relax and enjoy it. I'd stop to smell the roses, but it seems like there is a bill collector behind every bush. Work and no play makes me cranky, and I didn't have time for relationships.

We all feel that need to get laid, to let off some steam. I'm not a slut, but I can be, when I need it badly enough. Like everyone else, I have a threshold and when I hit that cap, I need to get some. This was one of those times.

A flat tire on the way to my dead end job was just the start. My boss had reamed me for something I wasn't even involved in. I lost one of my best clients and my favorite team got eliminated from the playoffs.

Enough already. When I got home and made a cup of noodles, and the depression and loneliness hit, I decided I needed to get fucked.

I went to my wardrobe and picked out a teeny tiny miniskirt and matched it with a spaghetti strapped satin halter. Only a moron wouldn't see my outfit as a desperate plea for some cock.

I did my hair in loose spirals, and did my makeup in lady of the evening fashion. I looked pretty good when I took the time, so I did. I even added glitter. Some lucky son of a bitch was in for a wild ride.

On a whim, I went driving downtown until a flashing neon sign caught my attention. There were people lined up down the block waiting to get in, so I figured it was a hot spot. Perfect.

The place was jumping. Heavy pulsing music blasted to a thumping bass drum while bodies thrashed and ground against one another in a blur of flesh on the endless dance floor. It was wall-to-wall with people wanting the same thing I did.

I turned down three offers of various indulgences before I could even worm my way up to the bar and order a cosmopolitan. I needed some liquid courage first and then I'd decide just how low I felt like setting the bar.

I'm not that picky. As long as he's clean, his looks don't matter all that much, but it's always nice if he just happens to be attractive too. Gentlemen were my favorites, but tonight I just wanted some bad boy to ring my bell. This place was crammed with them. I felt like a kid in a candy store with a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

Every seat in the place was taken, so I took up residence by a pillar near the main dance floor. The industrial techno just kept going and I couldn't tell when one song ended and another began.

Another three come-ons failed to impress me, when I noticed a guy watching me. He was sitting at one of the booths along the far wall. The flashing lights made it damn near impossible to see what he looked like, but I was so horny by then, I decided he was the one.

I ducked and weaved my way through the undulating crowd and stopped in front of his table. His eyes went up and down me like a leopard eyeing its prey. I flashed him a smile and slipped into the booth next to him.

He had longish dark hair he kept in a shag, a neatly groomed goatee and sexy full lips. I couldn't place his nationality, but he was definitely part black. I couldn't tell what color he was in the alternating blue, red and green lights, but he was a few shades darker than me.

"What's a sweet young..."

"Shut up," I said, cutting him off. I didn't want him to ruin it with a stupid pickup line.

He arched an eyebrow and gave me a 'what the fuck' look, but I simply scooted closer. The little round table at the booth's center was perfect. I was so needy, I wanted him right there. Throwing caution to the wind, I met his look with a catlike grin.

"Don't talk, just fuck me."

He seemed shocked by my statement for a split second or two and then said, "Uh, that works for me," and then tried to introduce himself.

"I don't want to know your name. I want your cock, nothing more," I yelled over the music. A name to go with his face would make it personal. This was raw animalistic need, not a prelude to something more meaningful.

I moved my hand to the fly of his pants and found his cock beneath the slick fabric. It grew hard almost instantly as I stroked it. My eyes spoke my desire as I gazed at him.

"Just fuck me, here. Now."

I leaned into him and he took my lips with his. He was probably completely confused that he didn't even have to work for it, but I didn't care. I hadn't picked him for his ability to sort out a puzzle. The dilemma I had presented him with was quite simple: Fuck the girl or don't fuck the girl.

His hand slipped up my top and crushed my tit, kneading it and I purred. I loved to be manhandled sometimes. I slid across his legs and straddled his strong thighs.

He worked my breast out the top of my halter and sucked my hardened nipple into his warm wet mouth. I loved it. The silk fabric was tight across my tit, holding it in place for him, like an offering.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. The booth was in the darker back of the bar, but there were people all around. My pussy was all the wetter for the anxiety I felt that others might see me fuck this stranger.

Four snaps later, I had the fly of his tight jeans open and his thick, dark hard-on slid into my hand when I pushed his boxer briefs down. He was smoldering hot and I wasted no time. Who knew how long it might take for someone on staff to notice us. Getting thrown out, or worse, arrested, only added to my excitement.

Straight Fiction: Fire in the Hole!

By: English Bob & Ryan Michaels

While my wife and I were indulging in our favorite pastime, it was Janet that first caught scent of the smoke, while my head was buried between her thighs. At first I told her it was probably just a neighbor with a fire going in their fireplace, and the smell of smoke from the chimney was just coming through the open window. But, when I went back to eating her pussy, the smell of smoke soon became stronger, and it became quite obvious that the smoke was coming from inside our house, and quickly apparent that Janet's orgasm would have to be postponed!

Upon making our way downstairs to investigate, we found there was a fire in our kitchen. Foolishly, we didn't have a fire extinguisher, or even a hose that would reach the kitchen, and after trying unsuccessfully to put it out with pots of water, we made a call to 911. Both my wife and I then exited the house and were waiting on the front lawn in our night-clothes when the fire department arrived.

We watched the firefighters work quickly, and heard the occasional snigger and giggle when they saw my wife in her almost see-through nightie. The reason for their mirth was that Janet is not a petite woman. She's not fat, but just tall and well built, and the flimsy nightie strained to hold her 38 Double-D breasts in check. Obviously, since we were having sex at the time, we had been naked, and it was the first item of clothing that came to hand when we realized that there was a problem in the house.

I felt Janet shiver as the fire chief walked past us and threw her a sly grin. The man was big, and black, the muscles in his forearms bulging with rippling sinew. I guessed that it wasn't the night air that caused Janet's shiver, and that suspicion was confirmed as she whispered, "Damn! Now that's one hot looking man!"

I laughed. My wife is a hot little number herself at the best of times, but dragged away from having her pussy eaten moments before climax, her cunt must have been burning hotter than our kitchen! "I'll bet he's not exactly small either," I teased as I put my arm around her shoulder. "And, it looks to me like he got a bit aroused below the belt when he was checking out your tits," I added.

"Oh, John, don't! I'm still so horny! Do you think we'll be able to go back in soon? I need to resume where we left off!"

I looked over towards the door. The small fire was obviously out now, and what little smoke was left drifted in lazy curls and hung in the still night air. "I don't think it will be too long now, honey," I said. "But I'm not sure we will be able to sleep here tonight."

"Who said anything about sleeping," Janet replied with a grin.

I smiled to myself. A plan was beginning to formulate in my head.

It needs to be mentioned at this point that Janet has never exactly been the faithful type. Over the years of our marriage - and of course before - she had seen more cock than I care to remember, and I loved watching her nearly as much as she enjoyed doing it! She was a complete slut, and she'd done it all - sometimes with more than one man at a time. But the one thing that she absolutely adored, craved really, was black cock, especially big, thick black cock!

I looked back up to the house; two young firefighters were walking out with smiles indicating a job well done. The fire chief followed behind them, and then crossed the lawn towards us.

"All done now, Mr. McDowell," his voice drawled in the local dialect. "Follow me and I'll show you where it started."

Janet and I obediently followed the large man into our house. From the back he looked even bigger, and I could see the expression of lust on Janet's face as she stared at his muscular looking butt.

"You folks were lucky," the chief said once we were inside the kitchen. "Fortunately, there wasn't too much damage, and the fire didn't spread to the rest of the house. It started down here in the garbage," he said pointing. "Probably a cigarette or something; don't think there's any real need to call in the investigation team."

The chief was doing his job, but his eyes seemed to be preoccupied staring at Janet's chest, and his crotch seemed to be expanding even more than when I'd noticed his arousal around my wife, earlier.

"Thanks chief," I said, breaking a moment of awkward silence. "It could have been much worse if you guys hadn't gotten here so quickly and put it out so fast. Is there any way we can repay you for saving our home?"

"Thanks Mr. McDowell, but we're just doing our job. We're not allowed to take any kind of financial reward or gifts. It's against regulations."

"Oh, well that's too bad," I said. "May I ask you a question?"

The chief nodded.

"Well, to be blunt, when the fire broke out, my wife and I were having sex, and, well, being interrupted left her pretty horny, so we were just wondering if..."

"Oh, no worries," the chief said, smiling and trying to hold back a chuckle. "The smell might bother you a bit, but your house is safe for you to stay here, so I'll just be on my way and let you two get back to what you were doing," the chief concluded, misunderstanding what I was getting at, and then started to walk away to leave.

But, he stopped dead in his tracks when I continued on to finish what I had wanted to say. "Oh, that's good to know, but what I was going to say was, it's too bad your regulations don't allow people to show their appreciation because, seeing as how it looks like it was my wife's cigarette that caused you all this work, I just thought it should be her that thanks you properly, by, I don't know, giving you some head or something? It wouldn't really be a gift, just a big thank you, but if that's against the rules…"

"You're pulling my leg, right?" he said interrupting as he turned around to face us.

"Not at all," I grinned. "I told you, my wife was left so horny when we had to stop what we were doing, and she's even hornier now, because, well, she really has a thing for black guys."

"Black guys," he said, obviously in a bit of shock over all that was being said to him.

"Yes," I smiled. "To be blunt, once again, chief, she really has a thing for black cock."

"You're really being serious, I mean, about what you said she'd do for me?" he asked in disbelief.

"Totally serious," I said. "I noticed before I asked that you seemed aroused when looking at my wife, and that you aren't wearing a wedding ring, but if you have a girlfriend, or it goes against the regulations, we understand."

"No girlfriend," he said still sounding like he was in total disbelief.

"Great, so how about it? Just say the word and my beautiful wife will thank the hell out of you!"

The question hung in the air like a thick smog. For a moment there was only silence while the chief seemed to try to gather his thoughts. Suddenly his face seemed to relax and he said, "Well, I have to admit, seeing your old lady dressed like that did cause a stir or two in my pants, and regulations only state we can't accept money or gifts. Thank yous are not only allowed, but appreciated, so I don't think a 'thank you' from your wife breaks any official rules." His face broke out into a grin and then he continued, "So, if you are being serious, I'd love to have her suck my dick! It'd have to be quick though, with my men outside, but I don't mind quick as long as I can play with those big tits of hers while she does it!"

I looked over at Janet for her reaction. Her brown eyes smoldered with barely suppressed excitement, and she nodded her agreement. "Okay then, honey, you heard what the man said, get your tits out!"

Janet smiled coyly at me and then began slipping her nightie from her shoulders. She worked slowly as both the chief and I watched her intently, allowing her fingers to lightly touch the flesh of her tits as eventually the nightie fell below her breasts.

"Jeez, man," the chief whistled appreciatively. "That's one fine pair of tits! Come here baby, let's have a feel!"

I watched my wife's heavy orbs sway back and forth as she padded her way towards the chief. Her eyes closed in an expression of pure lust as his large hands reached out and cupped her tits, the black of his skin contrasting acutely with Janet's pale complexion. She moaned out loud as his fingers closed on her hardening nipples and he squeezed them, gently at first, and then a little more urgently.

Seeing that Janet was getting into having her tits played with, and seeing that the chief was getting into it as well, I spoke up and said to Janet, "Don't forget, you still have a thank you to give."

Janet's eyes opened immediately, she grinned at me, and then her hand dropped to the crotch of the chief's pants. He moaned slightly as she squeezed the impressive bulge that was outlined there. Slowly, she manipulated the stiff zipper and eventually lowered it.

"Mmm, no underwear," she murmured as her hand found its way inside, speaking for the first time since this all began.

"No, too hot for underwear in this job," the chief moaned as Janet moved her hand around inside his pants while he continued to caress her pendulous breasts.

And then I saw it. Janet had eased the chief's thick tool from the confines of his pants and was gently stroking the length of his shaft while he groaned happily. It was an impressive sight: at least nine inches of fat, throbbing black meat. Having watched her on several occasions with a black guy, I can say that not all black men are hugely endowed, but the chief certainly fit the stereotype! The wide purple head glistened with beads of pre-cum as Janet's finger gently massaged the clear fluid all around his cockhead.

The chief's hands fell from my wife's breasts as Janet moved herself onto her knees and undid the button on his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. She then quickly guided his large weapon towards her mouth. Inch by inch, his length slipped into it until I could see the outline of his cockhead bulging at the entrance to her throat. With a slight movement of her head, Janet took a deep breath and literally forced herself down onto him. The chief moaned loudly, bucking his hips up and sending the final inches of his tool into my wife's throat.

It was a wonderfully exciting sight for me, and I could feel my own cock throbbing under my robe. However, rather than opening my robe and going to town on my own dick, I had other ideas.

Tearing myself away from the deep-throat action that was being displayed in front of me, I quickly walked to the front door, stepped outside and headed towards the two firemen who were dealing with putting away the fire hose and such. I figured they did as much work as the chief and deserved a proper thank you as well, not to mention the fact that I really wanted to see all three of them thanking her. So, when I had reached the fire truck, I said, "Hey guys, the chief asked me to come out and send you two inside."

There was some inaudible grumblings from both, followed by a sigh, but no questions, just compliance to the supposed order from the chief as the two young firemen started to head up the walkway to the house, with me following behind them.

Straight True Experience: Poor Little Me

By: Unknown Author

I'm twenty four years old, considered good-looking, I work out regularly, and have a nice athletic build. I also have a small penis. Tiny would be the more appropriate word. In clinical terms, my penis is referred to as a micro penis. Erect I am only two inches long… or I guess I should say, two inches short.

I've always been quite shy in general, but especially around girls, and I never get laid. I've never even had my tiny dick in a pussy, yet. If I had a bigger dick, I'm sure I would have more confidence in trying to get girls into bed, despite my shyness. Don't misunderstand, I've been with a few girls, three to be exact, but I only got a hand job from two of them, and a blowjob from the third (and I came as soon as she started mouthing my tiny member.)

Those three encounters happened a while ago now, the last one taking place when I was nineteen. Needless to say, the only 'action' I've had since has been from my own hand, and, being a horny young guy, I jerk off a lot.

Jerking off to porn can get pretty boring after a while, when masturbation is your only sexual outlet, so what I liked to do on Friday and Saturday nights, was to go to a particular downtown bar that was always busy. I would hang out inside the bar and check out attractive women, and then go out to my car and play with myself as I imagined myself getting to have sex with any one of them. This was how I spent pretty much every weekend evening.

I know what you're probably thinking, and yeah, you're right, it is pretty pathetic. I told someone online once about what I do, and they called me a small-dicked loser. I don't care though. Jerking off is all I have, and so I love to play with myself in the dark parking lot as I fantasize about the attractive women, watch babes coming and going, and, sometimes, even seeing some lucky guy getting head in his car. It's certainly more fun than sitting at home jerking off over and over to porn videos.

Last weekend, though, something different happened, something that was quite exciting, something that I will always remember. That experience is what I'd like to share with you now.

Straight Fiction: Payback Is a Bitch!

By: Nessus & Ryan Michaels

Life's tough in the big city, especially as a junior executive in a global conglomerate. I was so far down the pecking order I couldn't even see the Vice President's office, let alone dream about being in it. That's why I had to get the promotion.

"It's two levels above me, Melanie," I said to my girlfriend as we lunched. "Maybe even three. I have to get it."

"Alan that would be great! Do you think you have a chance?" Her beautiful eyes glistened with excitement and her large breasts heaved under her white blouse.

I stared moodily out the window at the teeming city streets. Life had certainly changed since I'd moved here from Kansas six years ago to make my fortune in the Big Apple. "Yeah, I've got a chance. I figure it'll be between two of us."

"Only two? That's fantastic! You and who else?" Her plump lips glistened and I found myself fantasizing about my cock between them.

"Louise Tellat," I finally answered.

Melanie's face fell. "Oh. Louise?" Louise Tellat was the head of the department that Melanie worked in, and was Melanie's immediate manager.

"You don't have to take sides," I said sulkily. "I'll give it my best shot."

"Louise is pretty good," Melanie said with a worried tone in her voice. "Best boss I've worked for."

"So, you don't think I can beat her?"

"Well..."

"She's pretty strange, the way she dresses, that punky hair. Doesn't she live down near the Village with the weirdo set? God knows what she gets up to."

"She has artistic interests," Melanie said defensively. "But that doesn't mean she's not good at her job."

Angrily, I threw the credit card on the table. "I said you don't have to take sides, but it looks like you are, against me!"

"Alan, that's not the way it is. Can we talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

We parted there and I angrily strode back to the office. It's always great when your girlfriend decides to support the opposition! I sat at my desk as night fell on the city, running through my strengths and weaknesses as they related to the promotion and my shot at getting it. In all honesty, I knew that Louise would beat me, so I had to exploit her weaknesses.

I sat bolt upright. Her main weakness was her fondness for the edge, the counter-culture look and all that goes with it. That, I could exploit with a few well-placed rumors. After all, I had a week to play. I laughed to myself as I rode the subway and scribbled notes.

The next day, I started placing the rumors.

A few days later, Melanie leaned across the table as we were having a coffee break. "Have you heard the terrible rumors about Louise?" she whispered.

"No," I said, acting surprised. "What rumors?"

Melanie looked around and then leaned closer. "Drugs. Alan, I don't believe it, but somebody saw her shooting up in the restroom."

"You're kidding me!?"

"No, I'm not," she said earnestly as I hid a smile.

**********

Melanie had to fly down to our Florida office, so she missed the memo announcing my promotion, but she phoned me as soon as she heard. Louise coldly congratulated me and, surrounded by people patting me on the back, agreed to join us for a Friday night celebratory drink.

I was surprised when Louise sat next to me at the bar and said, "Sorry if I seemed cold before. I was just disappointed. No hard feelings?" she asked extending her hand.

"No hard feelings," I agreed and shook her hand. I wasn't sure if she really meant it or was just doing it for appearances sake, but, shortly after that, and more than once, I felt her shoe graze my leg.

I finally looked down at her long legs extending from her short skirt and looked up to find her studying me. "Like what you see?" she smiled and I blushed, but, bolstered by alcohol and my success, pushed on.

"I sure do."

She giggled a bit and then turned back to talk to someone else.

Finally, it was time to go and Louise picked up her large clumsy bag and followed me to the door. "Share a cab?" she asked.

"Sure, why not," I answered.

She sat close to me in the back of the cab. Driven by the sight of her long legs and my hardening cock, I found myself asking her up for a drink, my apartment closer than hers, which meant the cabbie dropped me home first. We both knew what I really meant, and I was delighted when she agreed.

Louise insisted she make the drinks, and we kissed when she handed me mine. "Here's to your promotion, and to a great night ahead," she said, smiling knowingly at me as she drained her glass.

Hurriedly, I followed suit and reached for her. "No, no," she said, gently pushing me away. "You get into bed and I'll freshen up." She then disappeared into my bathroom, and I eagerly stripped all my clothes off and climbed into bed. Drowsily, I lay there, waiting for her to join me, and that was the last thing I remembered about that night.

I woke with a pain in my groin as the morning light streamed in. There was no sign of Louise, and I found myself staring at a metal contraption that encased my cock. My poor cock was threaded through a narrow metal tube that was bent over my balls and fastened with a shiny ring that looked like a handcuff, and encircled my balls next to my body.

I rushed to the toilet and found I had to sit to pee. Relief came as I emptied my bladder and the pain subsided. I tugged and tugged at the device but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in and it was then that I saw the note on the dresser: When you realize you can't get it off, call me. A simple L was scrawled next to a cell phone number. Louise! That bitch!

Punching the number in, I waited impatiently for Louise to answer as I stood naked in my apartment, the silver contraption constraining my genitals.

"Hello?"

"Louise, you fucking bitch!"

Click! I stared at the phone in shock. She hung up! I took some deep breaths and attempted to calm down, then dialed the number again.

"Hello?"

"Louise," I said desperately. "Don't hang up!"

"Alan, baby," she sneered. "What a surprise. Like your little gift?"

"Why did you do this to me?" I cried.

Her voice grew cold. "Revenge, baby. Pure revenge! You fucked with me, Alan. Took my job! I was the best and you fucking know it. I put a small and a medium sized chastity belt in my bag. Just knew it had to be a small," she snickered.

"Louise," I pleaded. "It's not my fault they picked me instead of you."

"Bullshit! You and your fucking rumors!"

"Rumors?" I said innocently and the phone went dead once again. Gritting my teeth, I made the call again.

"Hello Alan," she snapped before I could speak. "You lie to me again and it stays on forever. Got it?"

I gulped. "Got it," I mumbled.

"Guess your morning hard-on felt a little different this morning," she laughed.

"Louise, how do I get it off?" I begged.

"You don't!" she snapped. "I'm the only one that can take it off, and I don't feel like it yet. I'm still pissed at you."

"How long?" I asked brokenly.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a week… a month."

"A month!" I exclaimed. "What do I tell Melanie?"

"Melanie? Yeah, guess I forgot about her." She laughed again and then said, "Let's just hope we can do a deal before she returns from Florida."

"Deal?" I quickly asked. "What kind of deal?"

Louise laughed again. "Let's talk on Monday. Have a great weekend, Alan." The line went dead and I stared at the metal tube that encased my cock. Suddenly, I realized the longest I'd ever gone without cumming was two or three days and I felt frightened that somebody had that much control over me. I had to get this thing off of me!

Straight Fiction: Working Overtime

By: billy_strokes

I spent the majority of my day distracted from my work, in a state of constant arousal, and it was entirely her fault. She was a new girl at the office and it was her first day, and she was hot! Because of that distraction I was now stuck at the office working overtime.

I don't know if it was because I was exceptionally horny or what, but everything about this new employee made me want to cum. Every time she walked by I couldn't stop staring at her boots and thinking they screamed "Fuck Me!" When I walked by her desk at one point, she had dropped something while setting up her cubicle and she was kneeling beneath it, on her knees, with her ass in the air, and I thought I was going to bust a nut right then and there. I was practically crazy from lust.

I spent most of the day gently massaging myself through my pants between phone calls and assignments. Every time someone walked by I had to quickly move my hand away so I wouldn't get caught. Every time she walked by, even after removing my hand, I was still afraid that I would leave a huge cum stain on the front of my pants. Eventually, in the later part of the afternoon, I moved to the boardroom to hopefully keep me focused.

Moving to the boardroom did keep me more focused, slightly, but I was still extremely horny and thinking of her. Finally, the day was over for everyone else, and I waited to hear the outside door close after the last person left, and then I practically ripped my pants open to relieve my pent-up cravings. It wasn't like I had ever done that at work before, but I still had a couple of hours of work to catch up on, and I would never be able to concentrate if I did not take care of myself, I knew that.

Leaning back in my chair I got comfortable and began gently stroking myself. I was thinking back to the new girl on her knees beneath her desk. I imagined her gently sliding her lips up and down on my dick. My fingers gently caressed my shaft, sliding up and down, and occasionally circled around the edge of the head. The sensations raced throughout my entire pelvis, my balls swelled and I squeezed the muscles of my ass. My hips slid back and forth in my chair as I pretended I was pumping in and out of her luscious mouth. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock, down onto my fingers, lubricating me further and making the sensations even greater.

It wasn't long before I felt myself getting close. I didn't want to cum on my dress shirt and tie, so I stood up to shoot on the boardroom table. Now standing, I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and pumped myself toward the orgasm that had been building all day. I could feel my dick twitch in my hand and feel my balls begin to tighten. I was about to spew a massive load of cum the table as I imagined it to be her face.

Suddenly I was yanked from my fantasy, hearing someone calling my name to see if I was still there. Before I could get my hand off of my dick, let alone put it away, she was standing in the doorway. She was in mid-sentence, saying something about forgetting her cell phone after an earlier orientation meeting, when she stopped dead in her tracks.

Straight Fiction: Grand Opening

Original premise by Tommyhawk1
Straight adaptation by Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

When I arrived home there was a message on my voicemail from Sean saying that he needed to see me, left the address where he wanted me to meet him, and said that I needed to be there by 3:30pm or it would be too late. Click--end of message. Looking at my watch, it was heading towards that time already, so I hurriedly made my way to the destination he had given, wondering what was going on.

When I arrived, I looked at the note in my hand where I had written the address and then compared it to what was posted on the building. 8412 Jefferson Street. Yes, this was the right place. It was a retail store of some sort that was not open for business yet. Sean was a contractor, and I knew he was currently working on some sort of renovation job, but the store was dark inside. If this was where he was working, why were there no lights on inside? Why were there no sounds of saws and tools emanating from the store? Sean had been so enigmatic on the phone, but why would he ask me to meet him here when no one appeared to be here?

I pressed my hand against the window and put my face up to it to take a look inside. I could see a figure moving about at the far side of the store, but I couldn't tell if it was Sean or not.

I tried the door and it opened. I poked my head in. My eyes were blinded by the transition from the bright light of the outdoors to the darker unlit indoors. "Hello, anyone here?"

The figure came towards me as I was still blinking and unable to see. "May I help you?" a voice with a British accent asked.

"Yes, I'm looking for my boyfriend Sean; he said to meet him here. Is he here?"

"Never heard of him," came the voice.

"Oh, are you sure? This is 8412 Jefferson isn't it? I am at the right place aren't I?"

"Only if you're looking to give a guy one hell of a blowjob," came the answer as the figure came to a stop only a few feet away from me.

"I beg your pardon?" I said, shocked by the man's crude statement.

The stranger laughed and said, "You heard me. You know you'd love to have my big cock in your mouth."

"Listen you pig, I don't know who you think you are, or why you think you can talk to me that way, but..." There was laughter and it was familiar to me.

"Sean? Sean, is that you?" I asked, squinting at him.

"Yeah," Sean said with a laugh, and then moved right in front of me, grinning.

"You… you jerk! That wasn't the least bit funny!" I was fuming at his little joke, but God, that smile of his was a killer. It turned his face into that of a mischievous young boy... almost... if the boy had been blessed with the muscled body of a Greek God and a coif of jet black hair that begged you to run your fingers through it. I could never stay mad at him when he flashed me that grin, and he knew it!

"Sorry babe, I couldn't resist. Forgive me?" he asked as he put his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

"Yes, I forgive you," I replied and then he kissed me.

"Where's the rest of your crew?" I asked looking around after the kiss ended.

"The rest of the guys are on another job. This place is almost done. I'm just doing some finishing touches, like trim work and stuff, so the store can get set up in time for the Grand Opening," Sean said motioning at some of the store's boxed stock and display units that were scattered about. "But it's a one man job."

"Why are the lights off if you are working? I thought no one was here when I arrived."

"Keeps it cooler. Air conditioning is not turned on yet. Owner is a cheap bastard and won't put it on until the store opens. The lights are halogens and hot as hell without any air conditioning. Window gives enough light for what I'm doing," he said, pointing at the large picture window next to the door.

"I see. So why am I here?" I asked. "What was so urgent that you needed me to come by your job site at exactly 3:30?"

"Didn't I tell you already?" Sean frowned. Not a real frown, but a pretend frown, if you know what I mean.

I frowned myself, in concentration. "No, I..." and then it hit me what he meant, "You don't mean that joke about the blowjob?"

"Who said it was a joke?" Sean grinned. "Since I'm all alone here, I thought it would be hot to have you come by and give me a blowjob. It would be so hot, to do it here, don't you think?"

I looked at Sean. We'd met through a mutual friend about three months ago during the summer, and hit it off immediately. We started dating two weeks after we met. The entire summer had been a madcap, sexual adventure. Sean was a sexual dynamo, and most of our sexual encounters were in his bed, but just a month ago we fucked out on the balcony of his apartment. He fucked me with me leaning onto the balcony's edge, looking out over the street below.

The balcony was solidly enclosed up to waist high, and the street was deserted that late, but if anyone in the building across the street and higher up than us had looked out the window they would have been able to see us! Doing it out on the balcony and possibly being seen made me nervous, but it turned Sean on so much, and it showed in the fucking he gave me. So, after him wanting to do that, his asking us to have sex in this store wasn't too off-the-wall.

Being that we were in a store that wasn't open yet, allowing us total privacy, I didn't mind giving him what he wanted, so I looked at Sean and grinned. "That might be kind of exciting. Where's the storeroom?"

"Nuh-uh!" Sean shook his head. "Right out here."

"Here?" I said, shocked.

"I cleared this area out so we'd have room."

"But... but..." I was stammering because while the store was closed, there was that big picture window and a sidewalk that ran right in front of it. "What if someone looks inside?" I asked him.

"The window reflects back a lot of the light," Sean pointed out, "Especially with the lights out inside here."

"But the owner has already put some items in the window. What if somebody stops at the window to take a look... and then looks up?"

"That's what makes it exciting, just like on the balcony," Sean said with that smile of his. "What's the matter, Julie, losing your spirit of adventure?"

"Uh... no," I said slowly. It's just that doing it on a balcony at night in the dark is one thing…" I looked at the window again, "but I don't feel comfortable doing it out here in the open, in view of this window, in the middle of the day."

I looked back at Sean and found that he had used my brief moment of distraction to unzip his fly and take out his cock.

"Come on, Julie," Sean said as he waggled his cock at me. "Nobody is paying the place any mind. Why would anyone stop and look through the window anyway? C'mon Jules, suck it for me! Get down on your knees and suck this big dick! You know you want to." A wide teasing grin was spread across his face.

God, he had a beautiful cock on him. Just seeing it made me practically drool, and I wanted it. Still, I hesitated with some uneasiness about our surroundings.

"Come on, you know you want it," Sean goaded again. "No one's going to see, but the riskiness of it all, the chance that someone might is what it's all about."

Damn it, his cock was turning me on so much, and Sean was probably right, why would anyone stop to peer through the window of a store under renovation? Another wag of his cock in my direction, accompanied by that grin of his, did me in, and I took a few steps forward, got down on my knees, took his cock in my hand and began to gently stroke it, hoping no one would see us.

Sean put his hand on my shoulder and moved my position as he too moved. He had now aimed us so we were sideways to the window. That made me nervous, but when Sean said "Suck me!" my desire far outweighed any nervousness I was feeling.

"Tell me if anyone looks in the window, okay?"

"I will, I will," Sean replied, grabbing at my head and pushing it at his cock.

Opening my mouth, I let it enter and then began to give my boyfriend the blowjob he so desired. "Oh yeah! That's it. Mmm, feels so good baby. Oh, yeah, suck me!" Sean urged.

"A woman just stopped in front of the window and is looking at the display!" Sean announced only a minute or so later. I started to pull off him but his hand quickly fell to the back of my head, keeping my mouth firmly planted on his cock.

"God, it is turning me on so much! Fuck, I hope she looks up and sees what we are doing! Suck it, Jules, suck it! Don't stop! I want her to get a good show if she does look."

I whimpered as I kept sucking, wanting to stop, not wanting to be seen by anyone.

"Damn, she left and didn't see a thing!" Sean said in a disappointed tone and released his hold on my head.

I pulled back, slowly, my saliva coating his cock as I moved, his cock being milked by my lips as I let that moisture splay over his length, a little at a time, and then I began a slow cadence back and forth.

"Two girls just slowed down by the window… shit, they kept walking! Fuck, why couldn't they have stopped and looked through it!" Jeff grumbled, and then he gasped. "The one girl just motioned to her friend and they're coming over to the window!" Sean said excitedly. "They're looking at the stuff on display!" Yes! They're looking up!" I tightened my lips on his cock and slid it all the way down my throat, trying to hide my face from view in his crotch. "Ah shit, they're walking away." Sean groaned, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"They didn't see anything when they looked up, did they?" I asked, pulling off his cock.

"No, nothing, damn it!" Sean said as his hand caught my head and pushed it back down onto his dick.

"Oh god, a guy just stopped to look at the window display!" Sean said excitedly a few minutes later, and his dick felt like it got even harder in my mouth as he spoke the words. The guy at the window was all the aphrodisiac he needed, his oblivious looking at the items in the window display, not knowing a guy was getting his dick sucked by his girlfriend just beyond him.

"C'mon suck me faster, harder, suck it good Jules! I want him to see my girlfriend down on her knees going crazy on my cock!"

I didn't want the guy to see us at all, but Sean's cock always made me lose control of my senses, and I drove my mouth onto his cock with all the force of a hammer-blow! I hit the wall of his body, my nose deep into his pubic hairs, his entire shaft shoved down my throat.

"Uhhh!" Sean groaned and threw his head back. "Fuck yeah, Jules! Suck that cock… Shit he's leaving! That guy hung around so long, I thought for sure he was going to see us," Sean whined, and then he reached down to me and said," Stand up, baby."

"What? Why? Don't you want me to make you cum?"

"Of course I do, but I wanna cum from fucking you. Take off your clothes," he urged.

"Here? No, we can't do that here!" I said pointing at the window.

"All those people stopped and no one saw a thing. No one will see. Please Julie, please! Coming so close to being seen has me so turned on that now I just gotta fuck your tight pussy! Right here, right now! Please!"

I loved it when Sean begged to get between my legs, but still, I just couldn't get undressed and get fucked in view of that window. "You can fuck me, but not here, in the back of the store."

"C'mon babe, I wanna do it here!"

"No! If you want to fuck me you can fuck me in the back room or not at all," I said adamantly.

"Fine!" Sean agreed reluctantly. I knew he would agree because, like most guys, he wasn't going to pass up the chance to slip his dick inside a pussy no matter what.

Moving to the back, we entered a room that was set up as a kitchenette for the future staff of the store.

"C'mon, get naked!" Sean encouraged the minute we entered the room, excitedly stripping off his clothes as he said it.

Once we were both naked, Sean patted the table that was in the room and instructed me to lay on it on my back.

Once I had, Sean got between my legs and spread them apart. Instead of mounting me and jamming his cock in me, he shoved his face between my legs and started eating my pussy. Now, I'm no whore, but I've had my fair share of guys and the one thing I loved about Sean was that he knew how to eat pussy better than any other guy I'd been with. And, unlike a lot of guys who just did it because they felt they had to, Sean absolutely loved to do it.

After working over my clit with his tongue and finger-fucking me at the same time, Sean jumped up, and before I even knew it he had slid his hard cock into my pussy and was fucking me.

"Oh god, yes!" I moaned. "Fuck me, Sean!"

Suddenly the back door opened, and, surprised, both Sean and I turned to look.

Straight Fiction: A Black Tie Affair

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

I was heading up the path to Ellen's front door for our date. Well, it wasn't a real date, Ellen was my co-worker at the firm, and I was lucky as hell to be conscripted as her consort for the evening. I hated these corporate black tie affairs, but Ellen had a lot going for her at the firm, and the contacts she would help me groom at this gala would go a long way for me. So here I was, in a brand-new tuxedo (you don't wear a rented tux to something like this!), and with her help, I was on my way, and ready for anything.

"Hi!" came the answer at the door, not Ellen, ready and waiting in full regalia, but a young girl who seemed to be one step away from getting ready for bed, wearing only a long t-shirt.

"Hello there," I said.

"I'm Sarah, Ellen's daughter," the girl informed me. "Mom will be down soon, she's still getting ready."

"Oh," I said, looking at my watch. "We're supposed to be there in another twenty minutes. I mean, we don't want to be late."

"Mom's always late," Sarah laughed. "Every time she goes out, she's always at least an hour behind."

"Oh, great!" I moaned. Children of co-workers can be a fount of information you wish you didn't have! "Well, maybe she'll be faster this time."

"Maybe," Sarah said with a chuckle. "But I doubt it; she's only just getting in the shower."

"Great!" I moaned.

"Come in and have a seat while you wait," Sarah invited.

Ellen's house was a beautifully appointed place, large rooms, and fine furniture, with a few decorative antiques here and there. Ellen had taste and family money in addition to her job with the firm.

"Can I get you a drink or anything?" Sarah asked once I was seated on the couch.

"No, I'm fine thanks."

Sarah took a seat beside me and said, "You're David right; you work with my mother?"

"Yes," I answered. "Do you think your mother will be very much longer?"

"Oh, yeah, she'll be at least another forty five minutes or so. Like I said, she's always late."

I lay my head back on the couch and just sighed. An hour late to the gala, we'd stand out like sore thumbs, and anybody who saw us would peg me as being to blame for her lateness. No businessman wants to deal with someone who's late to a party. He's bound to be slack and lazy about other duties and besides, there were all the others like me already there; people who weren't late and all the prospects would be tied up and paired off like so many married couples...

"Hey, David," came Sarah's voice. Her hand landed on my thigh and clamped tight. "Are you all right?"

"Not really!" I groaned. "I can't believe I got suckered into this, is all!"

"Yeah, I don't know how you and mom do it, all this corporate stuff, having to go to all those boring business parties," Sarah confided. Her hand did kind of a track and squeeze further up my leg. "I'm definitely not going to enter the corporate world like her. I want to be a veterinarian. I love animals, especially dogs."

"Yeah, dogs are great," I agreed.

"Especially the kind that will perform tricks," Sarah went on. "My friend Joe has a dog like that." Her hand was now definitely trespassing. She was right at the join of my legs. Any further, and she'd... "His dog knows about twenty tricks."

And, as she prattled on about Joe's dog, that's when her hand found my goody basket! No question about her meaning to do it, once she had it found her fingers were trying to circle my shaft right through the tux pants!

"I wish I had a dog of my own to work with," Sarah went on. "It gets kind of lonesome here; mom works late a lot and goes out at night for work a lot, too."

Her hand wasn't letting go of me. I reached down and caught hold of it and said, "Do you think you should be doing that?"

"You don't mind, do you?" Sarah said. "I mean, your dick's getting all nice and hard. You like it, don't you?"

"Well... yeah," I admitted. "It feels... how old are you anyway?"

"I'm eighteen," she replied. "How old are you?"

Somehow I didn't quite believe her. I mean she could pass for eighteen, but I had my suspicions that she wasn't really. "I'm thirty-eight," I replied.

"Well, then we're both legally adults."

"But what about your mother?" I replied.

Sarah laughed. "Mom's not going to put out after the party."

"No, I mean, she could come down any minute."

"Nah, mom takes long showers, and then when she gets out she spends forever drying her hair," Sarah informed me. "We've got lots of time." And Sarah's hands went onto my zipper and began to unzip me.

Straight Fiction: Revenge Gone Wrong

By: Violette & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

A large project had me spending more time at work than at home, keeping me at the office late into the evening, almost every night for the past few months. The late hours took their toll on me; leaving me exhausted by the time I got home each night, which left little time for me and my boyfriend to spend time together, intimately or otherwise. But, when the day finally came where the deadline was met, I was looking forward to getting home to my boyfriend and making up for all the long hours away from home… all night long.

Before the work project took over my life, I normally got home around five o'clock, and Jeff, my boyfriend, got home around six o'clock. On this day, however, with the project now completed, my boss sent me home early as a reward for my efforts and all the late hours, and I got home around three o'clock. The first thing I did was take a nap, to rest up and gather some energy for the long night of fucking that lay ahead.

After I woke up, I was able to get all washed, brushed, scented and sexy just before Jeff got home. Then I arranged myself sexily on the chair that sat next to the couch, putting his long overdue 'meal' on display for him. As I heard the key go in the lock, I licked my lips and hung one leg over the arm of the chair, and as the door opened and he walked in, right behind him was his brother!

There I was in the finest pink satiny French-cut panties and push-up bra Victoria's Secret had to offer! I didn't know what was more humiliating; having to show them my almost bare ass when I jumped from up the chair and dove for the blanket that was hanging on the back of the couch, or the fact that through their barely hidden smiles, they were less embarrassed than I was!

Then, as I was on my knees on the couch, my see-thru panty covered ass on display as I grabbed for the blanket, I heard a click and looked over my shoulder to see that Jeff's brother had taken out his cell phone and snapped a picture of me like that!

Getting the blanket around myself, I made a hell of a fuss about what his brother had done, cursing left and right. Jeff tried to get me to relax, promising that he'd make sure his brother deleted it. Somehow I doubted that to be true. It wasn't like I was naked, and I got the feeling that Jeff liked the idea that his brother thought his girlfriend was hot, sort of an ego stroker or something and, knowing his brother was looking at my pic and getting jealous of what he had would be even more of an ego booster.

I couldn't have been more furious! An urgent desire to cold clock them both began to well up inside me. Needless to say, my inner bitch wasn't buying that it would be deleted and I wasn't having it. But before I could unleash my rant on them, I was hit with more news.

Apparently, big brother wasn't just coming by to hang out for the evening; he was moving in. His woman had put him to the curb after another heated exchange and he needed a place to crash. So what better way to clear his head than spending time with his younger brother, a few beers and that night's Yankee game on TV?

His name was Nick, a real player-type with friends in every corner and baby-mama drama in three states and counting. Up to now I'd always gotten the standard respect from him as "his brother's girl", and not much else. But now, I had him peeking over his brother's shoulder, wide-eyed, smirking like crazy still trying to get a good look at everything I had to offer that was none of his business, even though I was wrapped in a blanket now. By the way he was tilting his head I just knew Nick was trying real hard to sneak a peek at my sweet spot under that blanket as I sat on the couch.

On top of the whole embarrassment of being walked in on by his brother, and the pic being taken, what upset me more was that this was supposed to be our night, a long awaited night, but there was nothing I could do about that, at least for the moment. So I smiled sweetly, going along with the plan, and coming up with one of my own to get revenge on Nick for ruining my night, and to make sure that picture he took of me was deleted for sure.

Later, as the game drew to a close, and Jeff and I went to bed, he was "too uncomfortable" to have sex with his brother being right in the other room. That only fueled my fires to get revenge on his brother!

The next morning, still clad in my pink ensemble, I made my move. Sliding carefully out of bed an hour ahead of the alarm clock, I slipped on my matching robe, and then I turned on the bathroom light and shut the door. Then I crept out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. As I neared the living room, in cat-woman style, I got down low and crawled right next to the couch where Nick was sleeping.

The first thing that struck me was how similar they looked. Sure, Nick had two years on his brother, but seeing him now, you would've sworn they were twins.

Yeah, so that means he probably leaves his hot woman cold and alone to watch the damn game, too, my inner bitch growled in my head. Now make him sorry he messed up your game last night!

Further emboldened, but mostly pissed off, I sized him up, watching him doze. My plan was to pull off his covers and then I was going to gently grasp his hand and guide his thumb into his mouth. Then I was going to snap a picture of him as he slept sucking his thumb like a baby, posting it on the fridge for him and Jeff to discover in the morning. When they did, I would threaten to email it to everyone Nick knew, unless he deleted the picture he took of me, or showed me that it had already been deleted from his phone. Basically, I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine, objectify him in the same way he and most men objectify women, and see how he liked it.

What was working even better to my advantage was that I could see he was bare-chested and figured that meant he was sleeping in just his underwear, which would make for an even better picture with the scene I was going to set! Boy, was he going to be surprised when he woke up!

I gently slipped off the blanket, letting it fall to the floor, and got a surprise of my own! Nick was sleeping naked! Apparently, he was still in a state of body confidence where sleeping buck naked anywhere was not a problem. He wasn't exactly Vin Diesel, but he did still have four cans in the six-pack. Wrapped around his large chest were guns as wide as my palm. His wide lips were surrounded by five o'clock shadow but other than that, there were no blemishes anywhere on his body. His body was very similar, almost identical, to that of his brother's.

Then I got a real good look between his legs and realized that he and his brother were not exactly alike! The cock he had on him wasn't just big; it was huge compared to his brother's, which wasn't small by any means. It was longer and thicker than his brother's and was already at semi-hardness, ready to leap into action. I knew right then that there was going to be a change of plans. As much as I loved his brother, I went weak in the knees for big dicks and just had to get a feel and taste of the big cock that was right in front of me!

Licking my lips, cautiously I pressed my tongue to his bulbous tip. Slowly, I slid it all around his cap before flicking it away. To my surprise his cock bobbed up twice, as if it were trying to detect the object that had piqued its attention. With its one good eye, it seemed to search for me, stiffening even more, inviting me to give it another kiss. A wide, wicked smile spread across my face, and I bent my head to oblige.

Straight Fiction: New Approaches (Part 1)

By: tonebone

Jenna and I had been together for a couple of years and to be honest, our sex life had become predictable and relatively dull. I longed for the days where we fucked like rabbits several nights a week.

I knew that Jenna had been fairly wild in her youth, having admitted to me she had cheated on prior lovers on more than one occasion. When I had inquired as to why, her answer had always been vague, but she had hinted that she had become bored in her relationships.

I often worried she might become bored with me and cheat, but she had reassured me those indiscretions had been abandoned alongside of her reckless days.

I spent long hours trying to figure out how I might reignite our sex life, even going so far as to discuss it with one of my best friends. "Relationships are bound to get boring," he said. "It's just the way it goes."

"Yeah, but there must be some way to re-inspire them," I said.

"Short of opening it up or trying new things, I don't see how."

"New things? What sort of new things?"

"You know, swinging, orgies, that kind of stuff."

"Yeah right."

"Hey, you asked," he deadpanned.

I had never thought about swinging or orgies, but when I did an Internet search I was alarmed by how common the practice was. I even came across a site on fetishes and was surprised by some of the things that got people off: bondage, watersports, cbt, rape scenes, strap-ons, even cuckolding.

As I read about these things I was shocked. I then came across a site called BateBook with erotic stories about such happenings. I started to read a couple, but those types of scenes just weren't for me, so I closed the site and left.

Over the next few days, though, I found myself thinking about certain things I had read. In particular, those stories involving group sex and voyeurism. I couldn't understand how people could find this a turn on. But, eventually, I found myself back on the BateBook site reading more of the stories. I was even more surprised when I found myself erect as I read about men watching other men fuck their girlfriends or wives.

The more I thought about these things the more I found they turned me on. I started thinking about them while I was fucking Jenna and it always led to more passionate sex.

One night after we had fucked for over an hour, Jenna asked me, "What's gotten into you? I mean, you've really been a tiger in bed lately."

I felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say. I had never been dishonest with Jenna and I wasn't about to start now, so I remained silent.

"What is it?" she asked with a lascivious look in her eyes. "Tell me."

"It would probably freak you out if I told you."

"Are you fantasizing about fucking someone else?"

"No, that isn't it."

"It's not?" She squinted her eyes at me. "Then why don't you tell me what it really is?"

"I've just been reading some kinky stories on the Internet," I admitted.

Jenna sat up, suddenly interested. "What sort of kinky stories?"

I blushed. "You really want to know?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I do."

I looked away and whispered, "Group sex and stuff like that."

"Group sex?" She giggled. "I didn't know you got off on that kind of stuff."

"I didn't either. I've never even really thought about it, but after reading some of the stories I have to admit, it seems pretty wild."

Jenna lay back down beside me and just said, "Wow," and that was the last we talked about it.

**********

A few days later I came home to find Jenna sitting on the couch with a magazine between her hands. She glanced up at me with a devilish grin. I squinted to see what she was reading and was somewhat surprised to see she had a magazine that pictured a nude woman on the cover.

"These are nasty letters," she said. "I found a couple of letters I think you might like. Sit down and let me read you one."

I sat down beside her and she began almost immediately. The story was about a man and a woman picking up a third woman. I had read a few of these stories, but they weren't the ones that had been haunting me. She paused when the story came to the two women making out while the man pumped the new woman from behind.

She looked at me curiously. "This isn't the kind of story you were thinking of?"

"Not exactly," I blushed. "But it's okay," I shrugged. "Go ahead and read." Even so, I was getting turned on.

"Hmm, well, there is another one I liked better, but it involves two men." She watched me squirm. "Would you like me to read it?"

I looked at her, nodded and whispered, "Yes, read me that one."

She seemed pleasantly surprised as she flipped a few pages and said, "Oh here. Here it is." She began reading. The story was about a man and a woman discussing his sharing her with another man. The woman was reluctant, but through some minor sexual manipulation the woman finally succumbed and agreed to have sex with him and his friend. By the end of the story the woman was taking it doggie style while the friend was fucking her face. The man, who was telling the story, was perversely turned on when she swallowed his friend's load.

Jenna paused and noticed how intently I was listening. She looked pleasantly bemused. "You're really turned on by this?"

I nodded. "I don't know why, but it seems pretty sexy; the idea of sharing you with another man."

"So you think about doing this with me?" she asked.

I nodded.

"You wouldn't be jealous?"

"Totally, but I think that's part of the turn on."

"How long have you been thinking about this?"

"Only just recently, after I saw those stories on the Internet. I never would have thought that kind of thing would turn me on, but when I found that site it just kind of crept up on me." I reached out. "Let me see that magazine."