18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales (11 page)

My
pelvis slapped against her ass pushing her forward slightly with each new
penetration, and her screams of 'my God,' going almost unnoticed, while our
bodies were slapping each other's. She suddenly screamed not to stop as she was
coming. I went faster, the sweat running down my neck and chest, as they both
started to climax. Then my cock started to jerk and I could feel my ejaculation
building up, shooting down the center and exploding into her pussy.

I
carried on pumping it into her for a few more minutes and then we relaxed onto
the bed. Almost immediately, there was a mouth covering my deflating cock,
bringing it back to life in order that she too could be fucked. I felt as horny
as hell and wasn't about to let her leave without a good fucking. Soon my cock
was back and ready to go; she couldn't wait, for she suddenly jumped onto me
pinning me to the bed. She guided my cock into her pussy and started to ride me.
The other one didn't want to be left out, so she straddled my face opening her
pussy lips with both hands and placing it over my mouth.

I
was more than happy to insert my tongue into the gaping hole before me, not in
the least bit bothered that I could taste my own juices as well. She writhed
about forcing my tongue to touch every area of her pussy lips, while the other
one was trying to get my cock ever deeper into her pussy. The bed was shaking
they were so aggressive, shouting how they would make me remember this night
for a long time to come. I licked and sucked harder making her moan aloud once
again; she was cursing and cursing making me feel as randy as hell. I was
starting to go over the edge once again, wanting this to last a bit longer. It
wasn't to be, for I could feel the sperm as it reached the tip of my cock. She
knew I was coming but never once slowed her pace, making me grip the bed as the
sensations I was feeling made me feel the need to stop her.

With
them both pinning me down, I had little control over how long she fucked me.
Soon it was over and they both fell asleep holding me. I wondered where my next
adventure would take me.

The End

The Gang-Bang Exposé

Sean
and Ann were in the Editor's outer office, waiting for a meeting and they
didn't know what it entailed. As their newspaper dealt with all kinds of
sleaze, they knew it would be something meaty.

They
started to bet one another, with Sean saying it would be something to do with
the lesbian community, while Ann thought it would be about rape.

In
the event, they both turned out to be wrong. In fact, the Editor wanted
information that they both felt was a waste of their time.

"I
want you to dig up as much dirt as possible concerning celebrity gang-bangs; if
possible get an interview with those that arrange them, I want to know about
the type of people that put themselves through this experience and why."
said the Editor.

"Wait
a second. No one is sure that they exist, besides it's not something that you
can get invited to," replied Ann.

"Well,
let me tell you something, Ann. Real reporters find a way. Now stop complaining
and come up with something good or you're back in advertising."

"But,
sir, this is..." Ann started to protest.

Sean
interrupted, "We'll do our best, sir," he got up and nodded pointedly
at Ann, who got the message and followed him out of the office.

Sean
reassured his new partner. "Don't worry, we can do this."

"You
know why he's doing this, don't you?" Ann complained. "He's pissed
off that I won't sleep with him. This is his way of getting revenge."

"Forget
about him. We can do this."

"Sean,
you know I want this job and that I've been itching to get out of the
advertising department, but gang-bangs? I don't know." Ann shook her head
doubtfully.

"Come
on. I have to make a couple of calls. I have a friend or two that might be able
to help us with this," he said.

She
gaped at him in surprise. "Just exactly what kinds of friends do you
associate with?" she said, following him to his office. Sean didn't
answer.

He
made a few calls, got the information he was looking for, and they left.

"Where
are we going?" asked Ann, not sure she wanted to know.

"A
strip club, known as the 'Bare All,' a friend owns that place and he knows
certain people, who, shall we say travel in seedier circles than most,"
said Sean, confident that he had their first lead.

Soon
they were pulling up outside the strip club. Ann scanned the building,
expecting the worst and finding it. It was a dump. It had the kind of customers
who had beer stains on their shirts. Before they even entered, Ann could smell
the vomit someone had deposited outside on the pavement, making her even more
reluctant to enter.

Sean
tugged her by the elbow, and against her better judgment, she followed him
inside. A few whispered words to the door attendant and they were ushered to
the manager's office.

Sean
shook hands with the club owner and they all sat down. "Tony...how are you
doing? This is Ann Wilder my partner."

Ann
shook hands with the manager, her thoughts of how he should go on a diet
prevalent in her mind.

"Listen,
Tony," Sean said, "we need to get the dirt on the celebrity gang-bangs
for an article."

Smiling
in appreciation and sitting back in his chair, Sean took in the nude posters
plastered all over the walls.

"I
know they happen, but I don't know where," Tony replied. His eyes wandered
up and down Ann's body. "You're some looker, gal."

Ann
struggled to keep from blurting a sharp retort. Although he was loathsome, this
Tony could have some information for them, and unless they wanted their search
to end here and now, they needed to cooperate.

"Come
on Tony, surely you have friends who know where," Ann said.

Feeling
naughty, she shifted in her seat and let her skirt ride up her thighs a little.
Tony's eyes widened.

"Ah,
I might be able to help you," Tony stammered. "What's in it for
me?"

"A
half-page ad, free," replied Sean.

"Full
page with color."

"Done."

"Ok,
I got a friend who might know something, but let me ring him first and see how
he feels about all this. If he agrees to meet you, I'll let you know."

With
that, Sean and Ann left his office telling him they'd wait outside, and then proceeded
to the bar. As she drank her gin and tonic, Ann watched one of the strippers,
wondering how anyone could perform in such a manner, in front of perfect
strangers.

Ten
minutes later, Tony came out of his office and walked over to join them.

"Gus,
my contact, will meet you in the Café Royale at eight o'clock tonight, he's a
big guy so you won't miss him," he said, patting Ann's butt as she turned
to leave.

Ann
cringed. He disgusted her, but she kept her cool as they walked out.

Getting
there early, Ann and Sean had a coffee while waiting, and then spotted a guy who
fitted Tony's description entering the café. Sean waved him over, found him to
be the right person and then asked if he wanted a coffee. Once he was settled
and starting to talk, Ann decided to ask him straight out.

"We
were told that you could help us dig up some dirt concerning so-called
Celebrity Gang-Bangs, is that true?" she said, as she sat back in the
booth.

"You
sound like you don't believe this happens," he replied.

"Let's
just say I have my doubts," said Ann, "why would celebrities risk
their reputations getting involved in something like this? If word got out,
they could be ruined."

"Sounds
like that's what you're trying to do."

"We
have no intention of exposing anyone's name, we merely wish to interview,
anonymously, the person who arranges it all," said Sean.

"I
don't know," said Gus, "I mean this is my livelihood we're talking
about."

"We
can make it worth your while," said Ann.

"I
want five grand for this," he replied, sitting back to gauge their
response.

"Three
thousand is all we can offer, take it or leave it," said Sean.

Gus
sat up, placing both hands onto the table as if to rise, and then suddenly
decided to sit back down.

"Done."

"So,
what happens next?" asked Ann.

"You
have to do whatever I tell you to do, starting off with a blindfold, when we
get underway," he said.

"We
will do whatever it takes to get the story, but can you assure us that we aren't
in any danger?" asked Sean.

"Oh,
you'll be safe. I mean, we're not talking about the criminal element here, just
something that has to be done behind closed doors. Be here in one hour—with the
money."

One
hour later, he was blindfolding them, and then setting off. Ann felt a little
apprehensive, but started to relax when Sean kept reminding her that he
wouldn't let anything bad happen.

When
Gus finally told them to remove their blindfolds, Ann and Sean discovered they
were in a warehouse. There were a few storage cases over in one corner, but
apart from that, the warehouse was empty. They were not alone however, for
there were six men across the warehouse, just waiting.

"We
are just waiting now for the subject to arrive, and then the fun will
start," their contact told them.

Within
half an hour, the woman he had been referring to opened the door and entered,
along with two men who seemed to be guarding her. Ann was shocked to find she
recognized this celebrity, a certain Rose Cunnington, who Ann knew read the
weather forecast on Channel 9. She was very attractive and dressed in a robe.

Gus
was now informing her as to the reason the spectators were there, and although
she clearly objected at first, Ann could see Gus calming her by whispering
something in her ear. Ann wasn't sure what was said, but it had the desired
effect, for Rose suddenly walked over to the table, completely ignoring her
onlookers.

The
men who had been standing around now went into action, as the woman approached
the table situated in the middle of the warehouse. One of them approached her,
putting his hands up to take her robe. Then another man helped her onto the
table; Rose then just watched, as all six of them proceeded to remove their
clothing.

Each
man had the kind of body that could only be described as Adonis-like physiques
and each had their own little role to play. One man went to the back of the
table, his cock dangling within easy reach of Rose's mouth, while two others went
to either side of the low table and started to caress and fondle her breasts.

Meanwhile,
the other men started to play with their cocks, making sure they were nice and
hard, while watching her breasts being manhandled. Then one of them approached
her legs, opening them slightly and started to rub her pussy with one finger.
Her juices must have been flowing, for next he mounted the table and positioned
his cock at the entrance. The remaining men then started to play, their hands
suddenly running all over her body and making her moan aloud.

Ann
couldn't help getting a little turned on by all this, feeling her pussy start
to get wet and wanting to put her hand between her legs, but not doing so.

Rose
was clearly enjoying this attention. She was now being serviced by the first,
his long strokes making her cry out with pleasure, as he moved faster and
faster. The man at the front of the table now had his cock inside her mouth and
was moving slowly back and forth.

Sean's
cock was by now very hard as he watched the show, and he had to adjust it to
make it more comfortable. Ann couldn't help noticing and wanted to play with
herself even more. Ann watched, as the woman's eyes closed, almost feeling how
much pleasure she was getting from this attention.

Rose's
moans of pleasure, as they continued, were a clear indication that they were
doing all the right things. The one fucking her had started slowly, but now he
was at full thrust and she still had six other hands moving over her body just
adding to the moment.

Ann
couldn't stop herself. She had to put her hand down to her pussy, not that Sean
would have noticed, for he was already rubbing his hardened cock through his
trousers. Ann rubbed the tip of her finger over her own clitoris, her juices
pouring out as she watched this carnal act of lust, never having witnessed
anything so erotic.

The
woman's cries at this time showed she was in the throes of her first climax, as
her first man started to blow. They didn't mess around after the first man for
no sooner had he gotten off, than another took his place. His cock was more
than ready as he pushed it in, not messing around with pleasantries.

Sean
could feel the act of masturbation through his trousers was about to deposit
his seed into his pants, so he stopped, not wanting to feel uncomfortable as he
watched the rest of this show. Ann never stopped to consider any of this, for
her orgasm was upon her, while her knees nearly buckled because of it.

They
watched another man being replaced, this one being the biggest man there for
his cock stuck out at least nine inches, maybe more. Rose's screams of pleasure
echoed throughout the warehouse as this man plunged into her pussy repeatedly,
making her cum more than once before ejaculating himself.

After
viewing this spectacle of all six men having their way, Ann and Sean had to
wait until the men had gone, then walked over to the woman still lying on the
table.

Sean
handed her a robe that was draped over a chair and then waited until she had
gotten her breath back and was more composed.

"Could
we ask you a few questions?" said Sean, still admiring her body.

"Provided
you don't take any pictures and don't reveal my name," she responded.