Tuesday, 29 October 2013

The Halloween party

This story was originally posted in a slightly shorter version here :

http://suzyayersauthor.weebly.com/5/post/2013/10/help-break-the-tie-behind-the-mask-erotic-writing-contest-winner.html

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The Halloween party was in full swing and the room was full of students in a bizarre mixture of costumes ranging from scary to lewd, the only common attribute was that every costume featured a face mask. Copious amounts of alcohol had already been consumed as evidenced by the slumped bodies littering the corners of the room, each of whom would wake to a thumping headache in the morning. According to the universal but unwritten law, the hub of the party was the kitchen, perhaps because it was where the food and drink were stored and perhaps because it was the largest room in this particular house. Here, music blared loudly and the exotic mating rituals of young adults were on brazen display. Perhaps because of the masks which gave some measure of anonymity to the revellers, clothes were disappearing at a rate that matched the alcohol consumption.

As I walked through the kitchen, swaying slightly, I surveyed the people around me, assessing their sobriety and mood. To my left was a group of men who were now topless and singing loudly but barely coherent. On my right were a gaggle of giggling girls whose costumes seemed to consist of more holes than material and I could easily see which of them were wearing bras and which weren’t even without them moving. In front of me was someone much more interesting. I recognised her despite the mask and hoped she didn’t recognise me. Victoria was easily out of my league, she was one of the popular set who would never so much as glance in my direction and who I’d never spoken to before. She was drinking enough to look relaxed but was paying sufficient attention to the others that I could tell she was sober enough.

I walked up to the counter beside her and poured myself a drink, ignoring her completely whilst surreptitiously watching her reflection in the window closely. I saw her looking at me, trying to place me and work out why I was ignoring her.

“I’ll have one while you’re pouring” she said

I filled her glass silently, put down the bottle and then turned and walked away from her, into the adjacent room. She didn’t like being ignored and followed me out of the kitchen. The room was as quiet as I expected, the only people in there were snoring loudly. I was no more than a few paces into the room when I heard the sound of her heels on the floor behind me.

“Why did you ignore me and what are you doing in here?” She asked

“I’m looking for someone worth fucking” I replied

She wasn’t sure how to answer that and the dumbstruck expression on her face was worth the gamble.

“And you haven’t found anyone yet?” She asked, her voice bristling

“No” I said, pressing ahead with my all or nothing plan. “No one who looks as though they know how to please a man. Why? Have you seen someone for me?”

I could see the indignant fire burning in her eyes at the thought that I considered her beneath me and inexperienced. She stalked up to me and stood face to face for a moment appraising me while I gave her my most nonchalant look. Her lip curled as anger coursed through her as she struggled with the rejection. I watched closely and saw her come to a decision, she grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers in a kiss of startling intensity. Her tongue shot between my lips and she kissed me passionately, hungrily, demanding to be considered worthy. I responded by reaching behind her and snapping the clasp of her bra open in one simple motion. Her eyes widened but she was lost in the moment now and we both surrendered to our natural urges. I cupped her breasts, easily slipping inside the material of her costume and pinched her nipples simultaneously. She jumped as if stung then attacked my costume, her hands tearing and probing until her nails found the flesh of my back and raked long welts across my shoulder blades as we kissed. Reluctantly I left her enticingly swollen nipples alone and moved my hands down in search of her panties, instead they encountered hot smooth flesh that was already slick with her arousal. She shuddered as my fingers found the lubricated slit of her pussy and I buried first one then two fingers deep inside her until my palm rested against her throbbing clit. She ground onto my thrusting fingers and it was only the urgent need swollen inside my pants that stopped me. Hooking a foot behind her leg and taking a firm hold of her I dropped her to the floor and yanked my jeans inelegantly down so they were trapped around my ankles but freeing my rigid cock from its tight restraint. Pausing only to pull a condom from my pocket and slip it on with trembling, adrenaline fuelled hands I knelt between her thighs and pressed the latex clad tip against her dripping pussy. It slipped in easily and I buried myself balls deep inside her, it felt incredible. She sighed and wrapped her legs around me pulling me deeper still inside her hot tight body, ankles pushing against the small of my back as we thrust against each other with the haste and restraint of wild animals rutting. My balls tightened and I felt the tremor of a climax building in me with the sweet intoxicating surge of an imminent orgasm. Reaching out blindly I found her breast and squeezed it hard, crushing her nipple between my fingers and I felt her pussy clench around me, thighs trembling as we came together in a tumultuous symphony of flesh. Each pulse of my cock caused a shiver to ripple through her body. We lay silently for a while, recovering our breath before I stood, removed the condom from my softening cock, fastened my jeans and left quietly knowing that she could never know who I was.

Thursday, 17 October 2013

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Tuesday, 15 October 2013

It started with a look


I was in a night club, my head spinning slightly from the drinks I’d already consumed. The crowd was moving in unison to the hypnotic beat that seemed to pulse through the very fabric of the building when I saw something so jarringly at odds with the environment I had to blink to convince myself it was real. A tiny blonde in a backless dress was weaving effortlessly through the gyrating crowd and heading for the space at the bar beside me. She couldn’t have been more than 5’ without the aid of the huge heels she was wearing. Her big blue eyes sparkled mischievously and her glowing mane cascaded down her naked back as she squeezed past me on her way to the bar, grinding her hips firmly against my groin as she passed.

She paused and looked me in the eyes before asked if I’d like a drink by miming the question as speech was impossible here. I smiled and nodded that I did but she didn’t move. We were rooted to the spot, our eyes locked, communicating far more than we could have with mere words. She blinked first, turning away she moved to the bar and I followed, already under her spell and stood directly behind her. As I stood there, she bent forward to lean against the bar, pushing her backside deliberately into my groin. The curves of her firm arse pressing against me triggered an instinctive response and I felt a familiar stirring in my groin as I placed my hands on her hips. My hands were on automatic pilot and slowly traced their way up her side giving her ample time to object, my fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts through the thin material before sliding all the way down her side again, over her hips and past the hem of her dress onto the delectably smooth skin of her toned thighs. She ground her arse harder into my groin, egging me on and shuffling her feet further apart so that her legs were parted as wide as the dress allowed. Bodies were packed around us so tightly that no one could see as I ran one hand round to the front of her thigh and slid it slowly up until I encountered the always welcome sensation of smooth, hot and very aroused pussy wrapped in a tiny thong. I dropped my hand as she turned to face me drinks in hand and our eyes locked once more.

“Follow me” she mouthed, handing me my drink before walking off into the seething throng without a second glance. I followed a few paces behind, desperate not to lose her as she made her way to a dark corner of the club where small groups of chairs were arranged around tables in small alcoves. The tables had simple cloth covers reaching almost to the floor and she indicated that I should sit in one of the chairs that faced the dancers. As I took a seat she stood in front of me and bent to kiss me on the lips, her hands resting on the sides of my head, holding me in the kiss while our hungry lips met. My hands went to her legs, guessing her intent and slid upwards, sneaking inside her dress until they reached the flimsy waistband of her thong. Hooking my thumbs inside the material I teased it slowly downwards until it cleared her knees and I released one thumb, the other hand taking a firm hold as she stepped out of the almost pointless panties with practiced ease. Balling the flimsy material in my palm I slipped it into my jacket pocket.    

She finally released me and sat beside me, leaning instantly in to resume the kiss, our mouths locked and her tongue sought mine. The heady mixture of her flowery scent and the fresh pheromone laden sweat from her dancing was an intoxicating aroma that drove my body to respond. I felt my cock swell urgently and slipped a hand round her back to cradle a firm unrestrained breast .Her nipple swelled immediately at my touch and she made a slight sound in the back of her throat as I pinched her swollen nipple between my fingers. She reached down and pulled the tablecloth over my lap, undid my zip easily and, reaching inside she took a firm hold of me with her cool soft fingers. As we sat side by side, our laps covered by the cloth, she began to stroke me with slow deft movements and a firm grip. I slid a hand under her dress, thighs parting instantly as my hands approached like a pair of automated shop doors eager to welcome customers.  Her inner thighs were firm and smooth as silk as I explored upwards until I encountered the swollen lips of her wet pussy. I traced the length of the damp slit before pressing firmly, causing her willing lips to part and my fingers to enter the hot slick flesh that was eagerly waiting for me. She moaned gently as I moved a second finger to join the first, probing deeper and deftly massaging her clit with my thumb as I did. Her grip on me loosened, lifting a knee she shifted her weight and I was forced to withdraw my hand. To my amazement she stood up, lifted the tablecloth and swung one leg across me, straddling my legs in one fluid motion. With a practised hand she held my rigid cock and smoothly lowered herself on to it, burying me balls deep inside her without hesitation. The heat of her tight pussy around me was almost enough to make me cum instantly but the realisation that despite the dim lighting we were in full view of the crowd behind steadied me. With both hands she pulled the cloth around her hips so it appeared she was merely sitting on my lap and kissing me. The material did little to conceal the full details of our actions from the crowd as we moved to the frenetic beat of the music, her face buried in my neck. I hoped it looked as if we were merely enjoying the music like the many others who were swaying and rocking to the beat. The sensation of her rising and falling on my cock to the rhythm of the music was sensational. Only the fact that I was slightly numbed by the alcohol prevented me from shooting into her right away as she swayed and twisted on top of me. Our ecstasy was building to a peak and I was sure that we were both about to climax when, without warning the music stopped. We were suddenly aware of how obvious we must look and after a few faltering attempts to stop our motion she deftly swung off me dropping the table cloth on my lap to hide my obvious arousal. Smoothing the sides of her dress she sat down again, panting heavily. I could see beads of perspiration running down her cleavage and impulsively I leant over and licked one off the lovely soft upper mounds of her breasts. She gave a little gasp of surprise and ran her fingers through my hair.

Taking my hand and rising to her feet she put her lips beside my ear and whispered “come with me”.
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Tuesday, 1 October 2013

The Edge of the Park

“Take them off” I whispered in her ear.
We were walking hand in hand along a busy street that was bustling with people dashing in and out of shops. I had a destination in mind that had nothing to do with shopping but everything to do with the woman I was with and the request I’d just given her. She looked at me, doubt written across her face as she fought to decide whether she should do it or not. Suddenly the anguish vanished and was replaced with a smile.
“Here, hold this a minute” She said and handed me the bag she was carrying before turning and dashing into the nearest shop, leaving me standing open mouthed.
I stood alone in the street wondering where she’d gone when my phone chimed to tell me a message had arrived. I glanced at the screen and saw it was from her.
‘Just using a changing room. Back in a second’
True to her word, no more than 4 minutes had passed before she was stood by my side once more. Impressed by her ingenuity I held out my hand in front of her, palm up and looked her in the eye. Holding her tightly balled fist over my hand she held my gaze for a moment, smiling as she opened her hand and the flimsy thong that she’d just removed fell into my palm. Gripping the material in my hand I was aware that it was still warm and damp from where she’d been wearing it just moments before. I slipped the thong into my pocket, she could have it back later.
“Good girl. I was looking forward to seeing how you’d do that. Unfortunately you dashed off so quickly I didn’t get to finish what I was saying. ”
Her eyes widened in surprise, smile fading to be replaced by a frown. 
“Don’t look so worried” I said grinning.
She knew me too well and I could see the anxiety etched across her brow. I reached into my jacket pocket where I’d been hiding a surprise for her, my hand closed around the object concealed there. It was cold and unyielding to the touch but perfectly smooth.
“It’s your turn to hold out your hand” I said
She looked apprehensively at me as she held her hand out, perhaps anticipating some kind of punishment, maybe a slap from a ruler as she had received before but I wasn’t about to do that in the middle of a busy street full of shoppers. Besides, I had something far more interesting in mind. Wrapping my hand around the object to conceal it fully I pulled it from my pocket and placed my fist on her palm.
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