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Nicole Draylock’s Big Book of Smut 2013

By Nicole Draylock


Copyright 2014 Nicole Draylock


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This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you are offended by such topics do not continue. These stories are works of fantasy intended for adults only. Here for the first time is all of the published works of Nicole Draylock published at Amazon for the year of 2013 in one volume. The remainder of my work for the year was deemed too kinky and wild for publication by the censors at Amazon, so you won’t find it here.


Erotica Stories Included:

Thy Neighbor’s Wife

Gangbang Girl

Concubine

Pleasure Planet

The Burning Time

Natasha’s Journey

Cheyenne’s Submission

Don’s Transformation

Dungeon Master

Paula’s Playdate



Thy Neighbor’s Wife

By Nicole Draylock


Mason Gillian had been watching Eve for quite some time. Eve was his neighbor along with her husband Ed. They’d lived side by side for almost a decade; since just after Ed and Eve had gotten married and bought the place next door from old Widow Tucker. They’d remodeled and the place looked nice. They were good neighbors, and Mason and Ed often helped each other with projects around their homes and Eve often invited Mason over to have dinner with them.

Neither of Ed nor Eve had any idea that Mason was infatuated with Ed’s very lovely wife, and Mason was comfortable with that; he wasn’t expecting a torrid affair, and enjoyed having such good neighbor’s that watched his home when he was away. He knew that his secret desire for Eve wasn’t really right, but he couldn’t help himself, and though he secretly invaded the privacy of their home, he rationalized that if they didn’t want someone spying on them, they should be more conscientious about closing the blinds, particularly in their bedroom.

It had all begun one night when Mason, who usually worked nights, had come home early for reasons that he couldn’t even remember now, and walking through his house in the dark, happened to look out his bedroom window, which looked on the new bay window of Ed and Eve’s bedroom. The lights had been on, and Mason had been surprised to see the gorgeous ebony queen Eve on her knees, sucking Ed’s big cock. He had not meant to watch, but he’d stood mesmerized by the sight of her taking Ed’s big cock down her throat. Eve was incredible in the bedroom, and didn’t hold anything back from her husband. Mason had sat back on his own bed, watching them in the dark, and stroked himself to an incredible climax. He’d been infatuated with a closely guarded desire to enjoy Eve’s body ever since.

Infatuation had turned to obsession over time. In the beginning he’d only checked periodically from his darkened room to see if they were up to anything, and occasionally he got lucky. Soon he was watching regularly when he was off work, and at the time there were only a handful of nights that he could think of when he didn’t get a show. Things really got weird though when he got a new camcorder one Christmas. He had set it up on a tripod and started recording them even when he wasn’t there. He would come home from work and spend an hour fast forwarding the tape and then copy the scene if the camera got a good angle of their sex play.

Over the years he’d invested in more camera equipment, so that now he could record them in full darkness and his camera was now motion activated reducing the effort of editing and trimming the video a great deal. He had hundreds of hours of video of the couple next door engaged in a wide variety of sexual exploits. Mason knew that his behavior was not exactly normal, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

Lately however, he hadn’t gotten much video, in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually recorded anything more than them coming into the room to go to bed. It had been rather abrupt, and Mason wondered what was going on. Things had obviously changed and it was showing up in the tense way that both of them began to behave toward one another. Ed seemed to be spending more time away from home, and Mason wondered if maybe there was an affair involved, but he couldn’t imagine the devoted Ed messing around on his gorgeous wife who was so willing to give him anything he desired in the bedroom.

Without anything new to watch when he got home, Mason had begun reviewing the old films he had of the two every morning. He’d spend as much as an hour watching his home movies of the couple having sex before doing whatever around the house needed to be done, and then turning in for the day. It had been awhile since he’d spoken with Eve, though he and Ed saw each other about every morning one coming home as the other was leaving.

On this particular morning, he was setting on his couch watching one of his favorite scenes of all time. It had been three or four years back, and their bedroom had been arranged such that the bed was opposite the window in perfect sight of the camera. Ed had Eve tied on the bed on her knees, hands behind her back and was squatting over her, obviously sliding his big thick cock up her ass. Eve was moaning loud enough to be heard on the camera, obviously loving what her husband was doing, and it almost looked as though she were looking into the camera as she came.

It was getting close to the climax, and for that matter so was Mason, when he heard a gasp. Mason looked up to see Eve standing in his kitchen, looking from him to his television. Both of them froze for a moment, neither knowing what to say. The sound from the television was the only sound in the room, and Mason knew that Eve could tell quite clearly who was on the tape.

Eve finally moved, bolting from his kitchen and out the back door that he had foolishly left unlocked. She was back in her house before he got to the back door. He went and knocked, certain that he didn’t know what to say, but that something must be said, but Eve wasn’t answering. He felt terrible, having never thought anyone would know about his little hobby, and certainly not wanting Eve or Ed to find out and think their neighbor was a pervert for videoing them making love.

He worried about it all day, but there wasn’t much he could do. He finally waited all evening, halfway expecting a knock at the door after Ed got home. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Ed had shown up to beat him senseless and decided he wouldn’t blame the guy. Ed was huge, and strong as an ox, so if he came calling Mason was in trouble. When it was time to go to work he didn’t set up his camera for the first time in years. He did risk a quick look, and to his surprise the curtains were still as open as always.

The next morning when he got off, he met Ed leaving as usual in the driveway. “You feeling ok Mason?” Ed asked. “You look a bit pale.”

Mason mumbled something about being tired, then told Ed to have a good day and went inside. It seemed pretty obvious that Eve hadn’t said anything to Ed, yet. He had only been home a few minutes when the doorbell rang. He couldn’t imagine who it would be at this hour, but when he opened the door to find Eve standing there with a look that could wilt lettuce, he immediately began to apologize. Eve ignored him, walking right past, into his living room and setting down on his couch. Mason stopped speaking mid apology, unsure what to say.

“Sorry? I don’t think so. How long have you been recording us?” she said, seething anger in her voice.

Mason thought to lie and say that it was only the once, but he found he couldn’t. He felt bad, and wanted to get it off his chest. “For several years now, ever since I accidentally saw you two one night when I came home from work early.”

“No wonder you never have a woman over” she said, “too busy beating off to videos of me and Ed fucking no doubt.”

Mason had never heard Eve use a curse word before, but it flowed off her tongue as though she was quite used to it. “I am sorry Eve; I didn’t want anyone to get hurt by it. You are just so beautiful, and Ed is one damn lucky man.”

Eve snorted, another thing he’d never have thought the always proper, except in her husbands bed, Eve would do. “You are the lucky one today Mason. What do you think Ed would do if I told him about your little activity?”

“I should think he’d probably hurt me” Mason admitted.

“Damn right he would. You’d be lucky not to end up in ICU, he’s rather the jealous sort, and since his little problem, he is getting worse not better” she told him.

Mason wondered what she meant, but the bigger question was why she hadn’t yet told Ed. “I expected a visit from him last night. I don’t know why you didn’t tell him, but I’m thankful.”

Eve looked at him, “well, I was ready to tell him, that much I can tell you. I may yet, unless we can come to some sort of understanding.”

“Anything, Eve, I expect you’ll always hate me, but I wish that weren’t so.”

“That depends on you” she told him, leaving him hanging for a few moments to consider the alternative to what she had decided to propose. “You don’t know this, and I swear if he hears it from you I’ll tell him I caught you digging through our trash and reading mail, then when the police find your little collection you’ll have more to worry about that my husband beating your ass. Do you understand?”

Mason wasn’t even sure she wanted to know something that she would go to this much trouble to keep a secret, considering what he already knew about her, but curiosity did indeed kill the cat. “I understand” he said quietly moving to the chair across from her to sit down in an effort to make his nervous trembling less obvious.

Eve explained that Ed had developed really high blood pressure, and a few months ago, he’d had to switch his medication to control it. The medicine worked, but it had a terrible side effect. No matter what Eve did, he could not seem to get an erection, even with pills designed to help with that. His libido was just gone, and though he offered to stop taking the medicine, she wasn’t willing to kill him just because he wasn’t able to have sex with her anymore. By the time she had explained all this there were tears welling up in her eyes and Mason pushed a box of Kleenex that he kept on the table to her then blushed as he thought about why he kept the tissue there in the first place.

Eve noted his reaction, and putting two and two together laughed through her tears. “Mason, you are a decent man, I know this is true, but I will destroy you if a word I’m said or am about to say ever comes to my husband’s ears.”

Mason nodded, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t be signing up to be Ed’s punching bag no matter what.

“Good” she said, “so you obviously know that I enjoy sex, and I enjoy it a lot. Now I can’t enjoy said activity with my husband, but I still love him. I’m in a spot, and here is what I expect. Either you find me attractive, or perhaps Ed, or perhaps you’re just a voyeur, but I’m hoping it’s the first one.”

Mason nodded again, thinking the Eve was about the loveliest woman he had ever seen.

“Good. Now for my terms; first you will make me a copy of all of those videos for my own use. I will keep them here of course, to keep Ed from finding them. Second, you will make your body available to me every day, and you will do anything I want sexually until such time as Ed recovers his drive or I lose mine.”

Mason stared at her uncomprehendingly as her words slowly sank into his consciousness. Could he have heard correctly? Did she really want him to be a surrogate for her husband’s lost sex drive?

Eve couldn’t take the slack jawed look of incredulity any longer. “Fine, if you can’t agree to my terms, then I will just have to call Ed and tell him what you’ve done” she threatened.

The fear of her husband’s wrath broke his reverie. “I agree” he said, thinking of the things he’d seen them do together and how long he’d wished it was his own cock plunging into her sexy body. His cock was ready to start right away, but Eve still had some talking to do.

“Remember, you will do whatever I tell you without hesitation. The first time you refuse to do anything at all, I will tell Ed. He’ll never believe I cheated on him, especially with you, so don’t think you’ll undermine my position once we’ve been intimate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Eve. I understand and more important than that, I don’t ever want to.”

With a wicked grin she stood, “we’ll see if you feel the same tomorrow” she said, reaching back and unzipping the flowing dress she was wearing.

Mason was shocked when she slid out of the dress, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything at all underneath. Looking down at him she said “you are a bit over dressed are you not?” Mason removed his clothing in the blink of an eye, his cock more swollen and ready than at any time since he was a teenager.

Turning around in front of him, she put her hands on the back of the couch. “Do you like me ass? Tell me what you think of it.”

“It’s gorgeous, perfect. Delectable little mounds of sweet chocolate” he said, uttering words he’d long ago considered as a perfect description of her pert derriere.

“Glad you think so stud, now get on your knees and lick it” she said.

Mason knelt behind her, his hands gripping the buttocks he’s thought of touching so often and for so long. His cock drooled pre-cum into the carpet as he leaned in and gently kissed each golden brown mound of delight.

“Spread it open and get your tongue up my ass lover boy” she ordered.

Mason was slightly surprised, she’d rarely seen Ed perform oral sex, and in all the time he’d seen them together, not once had he done anything quite so kinky. It wasn’t a deterrent to Mason though, and he dove between her firm mounds, his tongue snaking across her puckered anus with relish.

Eve moaned in delight. Ed had never done this, and it had been years since anyone had tongued her anus. She loved it, but Ed hadn’t been too keen on oral sex, at least not on the giving end, and she had rarely even asked for him to eat her, as his cock could satisfy all of her desires. Of course, now, she had Mason over a barrel and she planned to have all her desires fulfilled. If she was going to do this, he was going to do every kinky thing she could think of, and Eve could think of a lot.

Mason licked her tight anus several times, and then he began pushing his tongue into her. The ring of her anus resisted, but he was persistent and when he finally slipped it into her, she moaned so pleasingly that he just kept driving it deeper.

Eve had enjoyed the one boyfriend, so many years ago, who would often lick her anus before penetrating it with his cock, but no one had ever used their tongue quite like this on her, and it was exciting her to no end. She ground her ass on his face, loving the sensation and nearly jumped out of her skin when his hand slid up between her thighs; lightly stroking her leg as it moved up to her wet and highly aroused sex. His fingers gently opened the folds of her pussy, finding her clit in the smooth and silky cleft and playing across it gently. Eve couldn’t believe it, but he was about to make her come. She hadn’t enjoyed the touch of another in months, and it obviously wasn’t going to take much to make her climax.

His tongue was sliding in and out of her tight asshole when he began sliding fingers into her pussy. “Yes” she moaned, excited more than she could remember being in so long. “Tongue that ass” she wailed as she climbed ever higher toward her orgasm. Mason increased his tempo, his tongue working in her bum faster as his fingers stroked her faster until with a grunt she came, flooding his fingers with her discharge.

Eve hadn’t been made to cum by another in so long that she felt weak as her body shook and twisted. Somehow Mason kept his tongue inside her through it all, not stopping until she had recovered and rose up. The look in his eyes said it all, but she had no intention of being merciful today. Today was about making sure he understood who was calling the shots, before he got to do what he’d been imagining all this time.

Picking up her dress she began to slide into it. Mason was looking at her confused. “Get up” she told him, and he quickly complied. This man knew how to take orders she decided, she only hoped he could give them as readily once he understood what really turned her on. That had to wait until she was sure of him though.

Looking down almost sympathetically at his swollen member, she quickly hardened her compassion. “That’s it for today. If you are a good boy and follow my orders, you may enjoy your time with me even more on Monday. You are not to touch yourself for pleasure until then. Do you understand?”

Mason was in pain. His cock literally hurt. He was used to getting off two or three times a day to the mere sight of this woman on film, and now he’d made her cum while tonguing her anus, and she was not only going to leave him wanting, but was ordering him not to take care of it himself for three days!

“Yes ma’am” he said, unable to keep the despair from his voice.

“Good, and don’t think for a second that I won’t know if you have taken matters in hand” she warned him with a wicked smile as she walked to the door.

Until the door shut behind her he had harbored hope that she would relent, but he saw her pass in front of his window on her way home, and he knew she was really going to leave him hanging. He was considering doing the very thing she had warned him against when the phone rang.

“Don’t do it” Eve warned without even a greeting when he answered the phone and then she abruptly hung up on him. He was aggravated, desperate for some form of relief, but he began to get worried that somehow she would find out, so he took a cool shower, and went to bed. He ended up sleeping all most all day.

That evening when the doorbell rang, he opened the door, and managed to conceal his paranoia when Ed greeted him.

“Eve wanted to invite you over for dinner” Ed said, as he stood there grinning. “She said to ask you if you wanted to watch some movies after as well. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she sure is in a good mood tonight” Ed finished as though musing for a cause of his wife’s mood.

Realizing that Eve was taking this opportunity to keep an eye on him, and probably to torment him as well, he accepted the offer. He didn’t think it wise at this point to refuse, despite being scared to death that somehow the circumstances of his arrangement with Eve might come to light resulting in his demise.

During the dinner, the conversation turned to projects and plans around their respective homes, and Mason ended up volunteering to help Ed reroof the storage shed in their back yard. It was a project that would take up most of the weekend, and though it meant spending more time around Eve, who was taking every opportunity to tease him when her husband wasn’t watching, it would give him something to keep him busy. After they watched a couple of movies, Mason went home having agreed to start early on the roofing project.

By Monday morning, when he got off work, Mason felt like a hormonal teenager in heat. If Eve didn’t do something to relieve his condition today, he vowed, he was going to spend all day on his couch watching his videos playing with himself and eating Cheetos till his cock turned orange!

He had no more than made it in the front door, when he heard Eve letting herself in the back. She was wearing a robe, and he dearly hoped there was nothing under it but her sexy body. He’d not felt this excited in years.

“You look like you followed your instructions, but there is only one way to know for certain; take off your clothes” she told him.

He wasted no time, and as he stripped off the last of his clothing he noticed that she had untied the robe, and beneath it was exactly what he had hoped. The delectable orbs of her breasts were exposed, the rosy nipples standing at attention. Her sex glistened with moisture, and Mason could clearly see that the neatly trimmed hair on her mound had been shaved smooth, something he loved.

Turning to face her, he noticed that her eyes were riveted on his cock. Standing tall he let her look at the visible evidence of what she had done to his cock. It was rigid, straining against the bonds of his own skin. Precum drooled from the tip in a steady flow that ran all the way down his shaft and was running down his balls.

Eve moved near him, eyes never leaving his rock hard phallus. Kneeling in front of him, she placed her hands lightly on his hips, this simple touch so exciting that his cock twitched. She looked up at him, looking in his eyes for the first time since he had disrobed.

“Did you follow my orders?” she asked her tone as sultry as she could make it.

“I did, though it was the worst weekend of my life” he replied.

With a wicked grin she winked at him. “Let me see if I can’t make up for that” she told him.

Opening her mouth wide, she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking the bulbous head gently but firmly. Mason knew that she was adept at giving head from the videos he had of her and her husband, but in his current state, even this simple act felt so incredible that he questioned whether or not he was getting the best head of his life.

“Oh fuck yes!” he moaned, wanting desperately to grab her head and push his cock into her deeper, but also knowing that for the moment she needed to feel in control. He’d made some arrangements to turn the tables on that matter, but those plans needed to come to fruition before they would begin paying dividends.

Mason had been sexually active for years, and thought he knew his body quite well, but when he suddenly came, spurting hot ropes of semen into her sucking mouth, he had no warning. It was something outside his experience, and stood shocked at his own lack of control, even as he shook with the violence of his own discharge.

For her part, Eve suckled steadily as he shot his cum into her mouth. She had known that he would cum quickly if he followed her instructions. Any long period of abstinence, and for Mason three days was a long period, heightened the sensations of sex resulting in a much faster and more intense response. He came copiously, far more than she was accustomed to, but she was easily able to swallow his entire load, only releasing the tip of his cock from her mouth after she had sucked the last pearly delicious drops from his now withering cock.

He was still rigid, even after such an intense orgasm, which was something of a surprise to Eve. She didn’t really have time to use his tool in the way it seemed ready for right now at least; her sister was picking her up in an hour to go shopping.

“Well, that was nice. Guess I’ll see you later Mason” she said, rising and turning to leave without another word.

“You are going to stay right here and fuck me Eve” Mason said, his lust making his voice deeper and more sinister sounding than he intended. It really didn’t matter at this point what she thought, he had what he needed.

“I think you need a week of no relief” she said, looking over her shoulder at him, the beginnings of anger lacing her words.

“Oh, I’m not going a day without relief slut” he said, his own ire rising. When she turned to look at him, shocked at his vulgar talk, he pointed to the shelf across the room. It took a moment, but when she saw it, she blanched. The red light indicating that the camera was recording was all it took for her to realize that he had her.

Granted, Mason would be in some serious trouble with her husband if that tape got into his hands, but it would assuredly destroy her marriage. Her first thought was to lash out at him angrily; demanding to know what he thought he was doing, but she already knew that. She considered her options, knowing that pleading to his humanity was hopeless, especially considering the games she had played with him.

“What is it you want?” she asked.

“I want you. I’m going to fuck you every day” he told her, “starting today.”

“My sister is coming in less than an hour” she said, hoping that the fear of being caught would at least buy her a day to think.

“You’ll be cumming sooner than that” he said laughing, “Now get that sexy ass over here”.

The camera was still rolling when she reluctantly stepped into his arms. She knew with his proclivity for filming that the library of her sexual exploits he had collected would soon be growing. She wished now that she had just given in and had sex with him before so that they could still have a sexual sharing based on mutual respect and lust, but that chance was gone.

He pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her. He then took her hand and walked her over to the shelf, picking up the camera he led her to the shower. Her robe was long forgotten in his living room floor. Setting the camera on the counter aimed at the shower, he turned on the water and led her into the shower, soaping her up so erotically that she couldn’t help but respond. When he was done, she returned the favor, pleased now that his cock was still hard as a stone. She gently scrubbed his shaft, then guided the water too him rinsing him off. He took her in his arms, and she came to him willingly, her own repressed needs transcending her doubts or fears. She closed to him, kissing him feverishly upon his full lips as she felt his strong hands slide down her back and over her ass to rest under her cheeks.

Mason lifted her and she spread her legs wide, rapping her strong legs around his torso as he pulled her in, slowly sliding his cock into her excited wet pussy. Her velvety wet pussy welcomed his penetration, and her soft moan told him how she needed this. He felt a slight hint of remorse at how he had taken charge, but she had done much the same to him, and had then used her leverage to torture him over the weekend. He had no intention of making her wait.

Eve couldn’t believe how good he felt. She was riding up and down on his shaft in a steadily increasing rhythm. She didn’t want him to see how turned on she was, but the moans that increasingly slipped out of her made hiding her lust impossible. It had been month since anything that didn’t run on batteries had plunged so deep into her body, and she couldn’t describe how wonderful it was to have a real cock inside her once more. For the moment, the internal conflict centered on her needs versus doing right by her husband faded to the background and she was able to just enjoy riding his rigid manhood.

Mason pushed Eve’s back up against the shower wall, and began slamming his cock into her hard. He would pull back until only the head was still buried in her folds then thrust forward with all the power in his hips, making her grunt and moan. Her hands, now free from holding on, ran through his hair as her lust hit a fever pitch. As he drove into her with steady powerful strokes, she wailed in ecstasy as she came hard on his tumescent shaft. Pulsing contractions of her beautiful sex heightened his pleasure. He knew that time was of the essence, so he gave in to the pleasure he was feeling, groaning as his own lust exploded from him, filling her with his creamy froth.

Letting her down gently he held her close and lifting her chin he kissed her, allowing himself a moment to fun his hands over her nubile body once more. She was thankful he had taken charge. She could now assuage her guilt by reminding herself that he would hurt Ed and her alike if she didn’t give into his carnal lusts. She could see that he was feeling somewhat guilty himself, and needed a little reassurance that she would not hate him for his actions.

“I suppose I have to be here every morning to please you now?” she asked him rhetorically, giving him a wink, “and I expect you will force me to perform all manner of perversions.”

Mason smiled. “Yes indeed. Tomorrow I’ll have something really special planned, so come prepared to spend the morning as my personal pleasure slave” he said.

“Yes Master” she replied. Trying to sound submissive was difficult with a huge smile on one’s face. “Does my master have any other instructions before I return home?”

“Just this, I expect you wearing nothing but that robe again in the morning” he told her, letting his fingers which had found their way back into her warm sex to slide out gently.

Mason’s dreams had come true, and though Eve would never have considered this arrangement, she was happy to have a substitute for the affections her husband could no longer give her so readily available. Neither knew how long it could last or what would happen in the future, but for now, they would use the time given.

***



Gang Bang Girl

By Nicole Draylock


Clara wasn’t your average party girl. She loved to party, to dance, to drink and have a wild time. She’d taken more guys home than she could count and more than a few girls when the mood was right. What she really loved though was a room full of guys all willing and eager to come at her in different combinations. She had spoiled to such treatment when she was younger, and though still gorgeous at twenty nine, she was always amazed at how difficult it was to find men willing to tag team her.

Given what most women think of men Clara had supposed it would be an easy task finding two, three, or more men to bed her at once, but it never failed to be a challenge. Most of the party boys talked a good game, but the minute she called their bluff, they suddenly couldn’t join in. She’d been successful on occasion, and those experiences were etched in her memory like searing highlights in an otherwise dull wonderland.

Tonight Clara was trying something new, and she wasn’t getting her hopes up. Her usual tactic, in fact the only one that had occasionally panned out was to find a group of men at a club, saunter into their midst, and after flirting with several of them most blatantly, invite one or all to join her in bed. Sadly, it was usually just the alpha male, or the drunkest that jumped on board, and though some one on one sex with a hot stud was always nice, it wasn’t what she craved. Tonight though, she was hoping that the party would come to her.

Jamie was the new mail room clerk at the office, and though fraternization was officially banned, almost no one at the firm paid any attention to the rule; the CEO needed to shut his door before feeding his secretary her daily cock sandwich if he really wanted that policy to have any weight. He was young, and Clara had wondered if he was one of those summer interns from the local high school. When he’d begun flirting with her she had laughed, but it didn’t seem to deter him in the least, and in fact he seemed to only become more bold and direct in his approach. Tuesday afternoon had started something that still made her a bit nervous, but the possibilities were too exciting to let jangled nerves get in her way.

“Ms. Johnson, I have your package right here” Jamie said, walking into her office with the file she’d ordered from corporate held suggestively in front of his groin.

Rolling her eyes Clara replied “well bring it on over here, it’s too small to see if it’s what I’ve been waiting for from here.”

Her dig had little effect on Jamie, and he held the package in place walking around her desk and right up to her chair. “I think it is a larger package than you think” he taunted.

She grasped the file, and before she could pull it from his hand, he moved forward so that her fingers brushed over the bulge in his trousers. “Ms. Johnson, that was very naughty of you, touching me there. Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret” he said, smiling at her.

This vibrant young man was indeed carrying a bigger package than she had expected. Her experience told her that bigger wasn’t always better, but then again that old adage about money and happiness was true enough but the money sure could help. She hadn’t taken him seriously before that moment but it was obvious that she was either going to have to shoot him down hard, or give him a chance to fail.

“Are you even of age to be flirting with me boy?” she asked, afraid of what he might tell her. She didn’t go for jail bait, not ever.

Pulling his wallet from his hip pocket as though used to the question, he showed her his driver’s license. He was twenty two, only seven years younger than her. “I’m well past old enough for you, so what say we meet for drinks after work?” he unabashedly inquired.

Clara hesitated, he was a good looking young man, and based on the large bulge she had felt, and seen, she couldn’t help but wonder if he might not be fun to play with. It was never a good idea to mix work and play, but she was tired of the club scene, and on the surface this seemed easier to manage.

Jamie took advantage of her doubt without hesitation. “Hey, it’s up to you but I thought a woman as fine as you would be better than some easy little college freshmen who’ll spread her legs for a daiquiri and a smile. Sure it’s fun for a while, but you get tired of the same old thing day after day” he said with a wink.

Clara was shocked that he had read her so well. She couldn’t imagine a guy barely out of college who didn’t want to bed everything with two legs and a cunt, but he had said just the right thing to taunt her. She was intrigued now, no matter how much of his bravado was just empty gestures, but two could play the same game, and even as she thought about it, she knew how to up the ante on this young player.

“Let me tell you something young man, I have yet to meet any man who could truly satisfy me” she said, knowing exactly where his mind would take that comment.

“So you prefer girls?” he said, for the first time showing a chink in his façade of confidence.

“Oh, I have and do enjoy the pleasures of the fairer sex, especially when I’m grinding on some bimbo’s pretty little face, but what I meant was that one man at a time just doesn’t do it for me” Clara informed him. He would no doubt think she was just trying to one up him, and if things got out of hand she could tell him that she was, but if by some crazy chance he took the bait, she had already decided to give in to his desires.

“I would very much like to join you at that” he responded, suddenly wearing a poker face.

Clara couldn’t tell which he was referring too, but he had a cock, so he was probably still thinking of her with another woman. “Oh sweetie, if one man can’t please me, how are you going to please me and another woman?” she said, chuckling.

Jamie looked at her thoughtfully, and then laughed deeply. It was the most honest thing she had seen from him, and somehow she knew that he was laughing at her, not with her.

“Oh, I would love that no doubt, but I meant I’d love to join you in being pleased by several men” he said. His smile had not returned, and he was looking at her so seriously that she couldn’t help but get a chill. This young man truly meant that he would join in if she would have him.

Clara suddenly felt her panties growing damp. Jamie was an attractive man, and she would probably have taken him to her bed alone if he’d continued to press her. She craved a good fucking as much as anyone could, and he was indeed well endowed. She had not counted on him volunteering so readily, and it made her bold.

“You’re not gay are you? I mean, most men don’t feel real comfortable getting naked around their fellows. If you want to please me, some contact is required, and that makes most men a little squeamish I’ve found.”

“No, I’m not gay” he laughed. “I love the excitement that a woman gyrating on two or more cocks exhibits.”

“You’ve done this before?” Clara asked.

“Oh, yes, but never with a woman such as yourself. I and a couple of my buddies have often shared some drunken little chica. It’s almost funny how the ones that seem most prudish are the most excited when you cram every hole full” he said, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Are you’re buddies as handsome as you?” she asked, then blushed realizing too late what she had suggested.

“I can bring you a picture tomorrow” he said, getting up and leaving without commenting further.

Clara sat at her desk half the afternoon. She couldn’t believe that she was seriously considering getting her freak on with the new guy in the mailroom. She had worked for this firm for five years, and could have probably been a VP had she been as willing to please as CEO’s secretary. She just couldn’t bring herself to give the fat sixty something a piece of ass, no matter how much it would help her career. She would make it to the top as a professional or not at all. She figured that from the sounds coming from his office when she worked through lunch, it was only a matter of time before his secretary literally sucked the life out of the old coot.

Now Clara was the senior, and though Jamie had come on to her, she was wondering if he wasn’t trying to make it out of the mailroom in that time honored tradition of sleeping his way up. Surely he understood that as a middle management professional, who stayed out of HR as much as possible, she wouldn’t be able to help with that. The suggestion he had planted nagged at her all day, making her otherwise highly efficient work less than it might have been.

The next morning, she found herself less burdened by worry, and more aroused than was appropriate for work. She couldn’t wait for Jamie to show up with the photo of his “buddies”, if indeed he did. She didn’t have to wait long. Though his normal route brought him to her office in the early afternoon, she had only been at work a short while when he came in.

“Rather early for packages, isn’t it?” she asked, trying desperately to sound as though his appearance was just one more hindrance to completing the next report.

“It’s never too early for the right package” he said, strolling over with his phone in hand. “I’d have sent this to you last night, but you haven’t consented to give me your number.”

“I don’t give my number to every hard dick that wants a piece of ass” she said. Perhaps more bold than she intended, but she wasn’t in the mood to waste a great deal of time on idle talk.

He tossed her his phone so nonchalantly that she almost didn’t catch it. There was a photo on the screen of Jamie, along with two other young men, clearly taken at a club she was familiar with. Jamie was a decent looking guy, but his friends were hot. If he was being for real, this could turn into the best night she’d had in a long time, perhaps a whole string of them. Clara thought she’d best keep it cool till she knew more about what he had in mind.

“Nice looking fellows, so these are your friends you mentioned? I hope you don’t think I’ll just wet my knickers and bend over for the lot of you to poke. If you are going to please me, it’ll take all three at once, probably more than once” she said, handing him back his phone.

“Oh that won’t be a problem Ms. Johnson, but the guys asked me to send them a photo of you, they didn’t believe that I’d found such a hot woman to share” Jamie replied, obviously not backing down.

Clara wasn’t sure about this now, but Jamie seemed certain. “Don’t think you’ll be blackmailing me into anything, I’m not in HR and don’t plan to be.”

Jamie laughed deeply once again. “The only thing I want from you is to hear your screams of bliss while me and the boys pound you unconsciousness.”

He sure thinks a lot of himself and his friends Clara thought. “Look, I’m too busy to spend my day teasing. Give me your number and tonight I’ll send you a pic you can send to your friends; then, if they are game, I’ll give you my address and the three of you can come over Friday evening at eight. I’m warning you though, if you show up alone, I’ll lock my door and call the police about a peeping tom giving them your description.”

“I’ll await your picture then” he said, leaving her office before she could say more.

That had been two days before. That night she’d sent a pic of herself to him. It had taken her a while to get the angle just right, but she wanted them to see all of her without being able to identify her if this was all some big jest. She’d stripped down to just her thong, and as the timer ran down on her camera, she had knelt at the edge of her bed facing away from the camera as it snapped a picture that she decided was definitely her best angle.

Twenty minutes after sending the picture to Jamie, she got a response. “The guys and I will see you at eight on Friday.”

Now it was Friday, the rain was pouring down outside, and though they still had thirty minutes, Clara was already doubting that they were coming. She couldn’t imagine it; normally a rainy night meant that the clubs were dead, as people just didn’t get all dressed up and goes out in this sort of weather. She was thinking of ordering a pizza, and just settling in with a good book when her phone chimed.

“Hey, we’re a little early, is that ok” was Jamie’s text.

A chill of nervous excitement shot down Clara’s spine. This was really happening, or at least it might be. She was so excited that she decided then and there that even if he’d come alone despite her warnings, Jamie was going to have a good night. She fired back an answer, and in only a few seconds she saw the lights as a car pulled into her driveway. Quickly she opened the garage door, and ran to her room. There was little time to prepare, but thankfully she had showered already. Her hair was short, and didn’t need much primping, but she was still in a bath robe, not something she wanted to make her first impression with. Tossing it to the floor of her closet, she only had time to slip into her favorite bra and panty set and throw on a silk cover up that she loved but rarely wore before she heard Jamie calling her name from the kitchen.

He had let himself and his friends in through the garage, and the three of them had already plopped down on the bar stools around the island in her kitchen when she walked in. They were every bit as handsome as their picture had indicated, and she stood there quietly, watching as the two she had not yet met in person eyed her like starving dog might eye a pork chop.

“This is Steve and the tall one here is Mark” Jamie said, in a vain attempt to break the ice. It was clear to her that all of them wanted to be here, to be with her, but like most men, they had been brought up around women whose sexuality had been stunted by a society that demanded they be ladylike. Clara was glad she’d shed every last vestige of those shackles. She didn’t give a damn about being ladylike, but these men didn’t know her or her inner beast, yet, and the situation called for her to make them understand that what she needed was not the courtesy due a lady.

“Gentlemen, would you care for a drink?” she asked, knowing that a little liquid courage would make the night progress quicker to the desired outcome.

They all nodded in agreement, and she led them into her living room. She made a huge show of bending over to retrieve the aged bourbon from her liquor cabinet’s lower shelf. There was a bottle of the stuff already in a crystal decanter on the bar, but she couldn’t resist teasing them a little. Nothing gets men more excited than a woman who isn’t afraid to stick her ass in the air right in front of them.

By the time she brought them the shots she poured, they were all sitting around her living room, spaced out like the territorial beasts that they were. Each was sporting a nice bulge, and Clara was damp at the thought of these three young studs filling her up. They got up and joined her when she suggested a toast, none quite sure what she had in mind.

“To gangbangs and the boys brave enough to partake” she intoned before tapping their glasses and shooting her drink. She intentionally let a droplet escape, that she wiped from her chin with her finger tips before sucking them into her mouth to get the last drop of the bourbon on her tongue. “I do hate it when a little leaks out; it makes me feel like I’ve failed at swallowing properly” she said coyly, looking at each in turn.

It was clear from the waist down that her little ruse had the desired effect. Clara was growing impatient though. “Ok boys, I want to see your cocks” she said, hoping that the direct approach would speed her toward the pleasures she sought. To her surprise, all three stood and in the time it took her to gasp with pleasure removed their pants, giving her a clear view of their packages. She was pleasantly surprised to find that while Jamie had the largest package in the mailroom as it were, the other three were sporting nice packages themselves.

“Oh boys, those are wonderful” Clara said breathily. “Please don’t take it as too forward of me, but I need you all to understand. Please dear god use me like a whore, all at once and as much as you like; otherwise I’m going to be disappointed.” She hated the reluctance that the male of the species showed at approaching the female. She couldn’t understand her own gender’s attitudes sometimes, and it infuriated her that much of this masculine recalcitrance was the direct result of some women’s cowardice or just plain weakness.

She didn’t have to worry about it with these men; no sooner had she spoken the words than they were on her, stripping back her silk cover up as three sets of hands roamed her body without reservation. “Fuck yes!” she groaned, eager to feel their hands, bodies, and manhood against her and within her. The exploration of her body proved how eager they were as well and their insistent movements were bringing her agonizingly close to ecstasy before they even had her undressed. They had no aversion to the proximity of their peers and soon she felt their three bodies pressed close to her.

Clara was nearing sensory overload, and in an effort to maintain her control she stared out into the rainy night, but the reflection of that she saw in the plate glass window took her breath away. Steve was lifting her up, her legs opening and clasping around him reflexively. Jamie was moving behind her his hands gliding over her ass, even as Mark moved closer beside her his hand slipping into her damp nether region; a singer finger trailing through her wetness.

It was all more than she could take, and this moment was what she craved; the complete and utter release of all restraint. She went wild at that point, her hands running over their bodies, stroking firm muscle and firmer cock. The lust was all consuming and Clara became a feral beast in heat, rutting in a primal fit of passion, no longer aware of anything except the heat consuming her loins. In moments, they had her on her knees, standing in a semicircle they fed her their cocks, gasping as she willingly swallowed each to the root. Only a few deep strokes into her velvety mouth each, before moving on to the next over and over.

Clara lavished her not unimpressive oral talents on each man, but soon they wanted more as much as she; she had but a single mouth but there were other delectable orifices in need of exploration. Lifting her up they carried her to her bed. Steve sat on the edge, pulling her onto him, kissing her wantonly. She expected him to enter her first, but before he could she felt Jamie slide up behind her, straddling his friend’s legs to reach her, as he slid his long thick cock deep into her tight little cunt.

Again he only took a few strokes before pulling out of her body leaving her craving more. Even as he pulled from her, Steve slid his equally thick if not as long cock into her pussy, driving up with his hips. She moaned her gratitude for his quick action until Mark pulled her head sideways to his turgid organ thrusting it into her open mouth. He held her head pushing his cock deep in her throat as Steve began pumping his cock in her in a slow but steady rhythm.

When Steve grasped her buttocks, spreading them wide, she knew what was coming next, and she couldn’t wait. Arching her back she exposed her anal opening as best she could in this position, already skewered by two exquisite cocks. She only had a moment to wait before she felt his swollen bulbous head pressing against her small puckered opening. He was still wet from her mouth and the short time he’d driven himself into her cunt. He was not gentle as he took her ass, and she might have cried out at the sharp sudden intrusion into her tiniest opening were it not for the big cock thrusting deep in her throat at that moment which prevented her from doing more than grunting. She didn’t mind the pain, for she knew it would soon pass, and it was a rare enough pleasure to have three cocks in her body at once.

All three of her lovers this evening were young and she didn’t expect them to last long, but as their thrusting continued minute after minute she couldn’t hold back and began to cum, once, then again and again in rapid succession. She would have wailed out her pleasure if she could, but she simply rode the waves of continuous satisfaction that rolled through her. There was no sexual act that she had tried that she didn’t enjoy, but to have three men plundering her every hole with their raging cocks simultaneously was a pleasure so exquisite that she couldn’t imagine anything better.

It was some time later that Mark shot his wad of hot cum onto her tongue. She greedily sucked him dry, savoring the flavor of his sweet juices. When he finally pulled from her mouth and sat back on the bed, she was both disappointed and relieved. She could now express her lust most vocally and wasted no time in doing so.

“Fuck me you big studs, fill me up! Harder!” she wailed as she leaned down and bit into Steve’s shoulder. The young man must have had a masochistic streak, for she stopped just short of breaking the skin, a tactic she had sometimes used to prolong a man’s fervor, but rather than inhibiting him, he suddenly erupted inside her, his pent up fluids flooding her already soaking cunt. His manly spurts triggered her orgasm once again.

Steve’s cock was still inside her cunt and Jamie’s big tool was still thrusting hard and fast into her ass. She was growing tender. Jamie was bigger than she usually chose to allow to take her anally, but she was so turned on when they began that he could have pushed a bat into her ass and she’d have willingly took it, but now that the others had pulled away, she was beginning to feel the strain upon her delicate tissues. Surely he wouldn’t last much longer, but he seemed not to be in any hurry to finish.

“Fuck me Jamie! Fuck that ass good!” she shouted, knowing that such dirty talk would often work to bring a man to climax. Her plan worked, for even as she screamed out the last phrase, he tightened his grip on her hips and rammed his cock into her so hard that she pitched forward, her full weight coming to rest on Steve as Jamie flooded her tender ass with his cum.

When he finally recovered enough to pull from her, it was with mixed emotions that she felt his cock slide from her body. She had not felt so sated in longer than she could remember.

“Gentlemen, that was incredible, we really must do this again sometime” she said, rolling off of Steve and laying her head on Mark’s lap.

Jamie looked at her, a strange coy look in his eyes. “Oh we plan to Clara, in about twenty minutes.”

To Clara’s pleasant surprise it was no idle boast.

***



Concubine

By Nicole Draylock


Jeni was scared. She had been a dancing girl in the house of Poinyin since she was only a very young girl, and had assumed that she would remain there in some capacity until she could no longer perform the intricate dances and nimble feats of flexibility required of the dancers. It was the only life she had known and she had enjoyed it, but now all that was over. It had begun like so many other shows, the jugglers and fire-eaters going on before the girls, but the mood of the dancers had turned tense when the rumor spread from the stage that Lord Siderion had graced the house this evening.

Siderion was Lord of all of Xindarn, the peninsular kingdom off the southern sea. Rumors of his court were the height of entertainment in Xindarn, and tales of his skill at arms were only ever seconded by his legendary lechery. He was a man both loved and feared, for while he had protected Xindarn for more than two decades from the barbarians to the north, his lusts were insatiable, and he had in his palace dozens of concubines. According to the rumors, his tastes were sadistic, and when he saw a woman whom he desired, he took her and used her until all that remained was a broken shell, which he then often gave to his soldiers for their sport.


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