55 Erotic Sex Stories (9 page)

I fell forward, resting my hands on his beastly chest as I continued to ride him, my breasts pressing onto his body. I could feel his warm breath on my face as he whispered dirty words into my ears. My pussy juices were in full flow, seeping down his shaft and over his balls as my labia worked at his pole.

He flipped me over with almost no warning, seemingly having been possessed by some perverted, sexual poltergeist. My back hit the floor as he held my hips up, positioned my crotch in front of his as he aligned his cock with my pussy once again. He slid in inside and began to drag my body forward on to his dick as he fucked me hard. I groaned loudly as my breathing increased in pace; our bodies thrusting against each other like a fleshy machine going into overdrive. We crashed together repeatedly with beads of sweat dripping from his nipples onto my chest. I wrapped my hands around his body and clung onto his huge, broad shoulders as he pounded me on the floor.

He slowed down and came to a stop as we both caught our breath. It was a welcome break after our intense sex session, but it wasn’t over yet. My pussy was still aching for more and his cock was even harder now that it was covered in my juices. He jerked it, rapidly stroking his hand up and down the shaft as I bent over on my knees. He moved behind me and got ready to fuck me some more. Using his thumbs, he gripped my ass cheeks and spread them open for a good look at my anus. He slid his cock inside my pussy, splitting me nearly in two as it ploughed its way to my cervix and back out again.

While he continued to thrust his cock into my pussy, he spat on his thumb and began to massage it over my anus. No doubt the sight of my tight, pink hole had peaked his curiosity. With a gentle push he wiggled it inside, parting the soft wrinkles of my anus as his thumb disappeared inside my rim. He pushed it further in until his whole digit was buried deep in my ass, hooking onto me as he fucked me from behind. The strange sensation of being penetrated both vaginally and anally at the same time was really turning me on. I could only imagine how good it would feel if I had a whole extra dick to take in my ass. Alas, I had to make do with a thumb – a rather large thumb at that.

I reached down between my legs and played with my clitoris, circling my fingers around it as I built myself closer to an orgasm. I was moaning noticeably, barely able to control myself as I was stimulated from three separate places. Within a matter of seconds I felt a surge of tickling, sexual energy as it swelled over my body. I wanted to watch as he came, so I made him switch positions one final time. I rolled on to my back again and he slipped his giant dick inside me as he started to thrust his hips against my body.

I propped myself up on my elbows. My head began swimming as I watched his beautiful cock penetrate me, pumping in and out. He threw my legs up over his shoulders and brought one of my recently painted toes to his lips. He gently licked and sucked my middle toe as his cock head pushed against my cervix in a rhythmic dance of passion.

The sensation of his warm wet mouth on my toes and his pumping rod deep inside me soon put me over the edge. My stomach muscled tensed up and my pussy began snapping wildly around the base of his love muscle. As I creamed his cock with my sweet love juices, his balls tightened and his face contorted slightly. He pulled his massive penis out of me, grabbed it with his fist and pumped it slowly. Soon huge streams of white hot cum shot violently out of his cock. He covered my tight flat stomach and big tits with his man fluid. I watched his eyes as they burned with desire while he climaxed all over my torso.

The romantic and erotic session ended with Bruno and I taking a whirlpool bath together in my master bathroom. I looked at him through the steam in the room and told him that he now belonged to me and he need not be lonely any longer.

Lana was my best friend ever since high school.  We applied and attended the same college together and lived as room mates the entire four years.  We did almost everything together.  We got drunk for the first time together and lost our virginity at the same time.  Needless to say, we were absolute best friends.

After school, we decided to do something fun considering we spent the last four years in hell.  Studying every night to graduate with honors was a grueling experience.  We rarely partied but when we did it was a blast.  We had boyfriends for a couple of years, they were friends together as well, but we ended our respective relationships a year before graduation.  We anticipated the inevitable, knowing we would move on and so would they, so we decided together that we would be single in our final year in school.  It also gave us the ability to “shop around” for some really good sex.

Lana and I were not sluts, but we did enjoy the occasional romp in the hay with a stranger.  In fact, a few times, we even had threesomes together when the mood struck us.  Far from lesbians, we considered ourselves more like, bisexual.  We preferred having a guy around us instead of just girl on girl.  Neither one of us was really possessive over the other so our relationship stayed more a friendship with some sex sessions on the side.  One thing we did enjoy together though was tying a guy up and playing with him for hours.  Not many guys we met went for the “role playing” thing or liked being submissive, but Lana and I really enjoyed it.

After several hours of planning our trip, I told her that it would be fun to stop in every major city we picked in
Europe
and find a guy we could tie up and “use” for the night.  Lana really liked the idea and we made a pact that we would not leave a city on the train until we found our man and had our fun with him.  We needed to be selective and safe about it so we laid out some ground rules.

The first and most important rule was that we both had to agree on the guy.  If either one of us did not feel right or desirous of the man, we would move on to the next one.  The second rule was that the guy could not be angry, violent or bitter in any way.  That would lead to possible trouble so we had to keep our “target” docile and demure.  The final rule was that he had to be told, and agree to ahead of time, that we intended on making him our “love slave” for the night.  He had to be okay with us tying him up and teasing him.  If he was not on board with the situation prior to us taking him “hostage” than we could not bring him back to the hotel.

Lana and I agreed on all the terms and became very excited about our upcoming trip.  We counted the days down on the calendar with a big red, lipstick “X” in each box.  Finally it was the night before and we went out for dinner to say goodbye to the city.  Tomorrow we would be on a plane from the airport and on route to Rome, the place where we would find our first “toy”.

The plane landed in
Rome
seven hours after we left
New York
.  We watched the red tile roves get closer as we got nearer to the ground in great anticipation.  When we deplaned we stopped at the first café we could find for a glass of wine and some cheese.  The smells, sights and sounds of the city were just as we had expected.  The people were kind and polite to us, which was somewhat of a shock.  We were under the impression that Italian’s did not like tourists, but one guy, a bartender that we met, told us that because we were so pretty and nice, they would welcome us with open arms.  Lana and I hoped that the bartender’s words were genuine because we intended on having a delightful time while we stayed here.

After we checked into the hotel Roma, we got showered and dressed for a nice dinner alfresco style and some real Roman ambiance.  The hotel concierge suggested two places for dinner and three clubs to visit after for dancing and socializing.  We picked the closest place to have dinner and we were not disappointed.  The food was spectacular and the wine, exquisite.  The waiter, Giacomo, told us that we did not want to go to any of the clubs that the hotel suggested.  He told us that they were all for “tourists” and that if we really wanted to “taste”
Italy
that we needed to come with him after work.  Fortunately, Giacomo was very handsome and Lana and I both agreed to stay for some espresso and grappa for another hour or so until he got off work.

Giacomo was like a little school boy he was so happy to be leading two beautiful American girls through the city at night towards his favorite club. We asked him to describe it but he refused telling us it needs to be a surprise.  His Italian accent was so charming and his smile so warm that we asked no more questions and held his hands as we walked quickly through the narrow streets of the
Eternal
City
.

We arrived at what looked like an old abandoned church of some kind.  The doors were huge wooden arched planks held together with massive iron rivets and adorned with a huge iron handle.  Giacomo pounded the heavy round iron knocker on the ancient wood and it echoed through the square of the piazza.  The door creaked open and the man inside recognized him so he let us in.

We walked through the ruins of the temple.  The entire place was lit with candles of all shapes and sizes as we passed broken wooden pews and remnants of old marble statues on pedestals.  Off in the distance we could hear very sexy jazz music.  A trumpet, piano, drums and bass made up the delightful sounds as they resonated through the open space of the abandoned church.

Soon we came to the top of spiral stairs leading down to the basement of the church.  The music got louder as we descended into a well lit and immaculate hallway.  Giacomo led us past many wooden doors on either side of the hall.  They each had round disks of coloured cardboard hanging from the door latches.  One side red, the other green, they seemed to indicate if the room was occupied or not.  Later on we would find out why.

Giacomo lead us into the smoke filled room where the band played and people sat at many small private tables listening.  The bar lined the far wall and people crowded around it getting drinks. The whole scene looked like we had just stepped into a movie set.  Lana and I were tickled pink at the whole arrangement.

Giacomo brought us back some drinks and we had fun listening to the quartet for a few minutes, then he broke out a joint.  Lana and I loved to smoke so we joined him as he passed it around.  Surprisingly, after we puffed, he passed it to the next table.  They graciously accepted it and then from behind us, another joint came around.  The whole club was sharing weed with each other! 

The band finished their set and we asked Giacomo what the doors were on the way down to the hallway.  He explained that many of the people that come here are regulars.  The club was not just a hang out, but swinger’s used it for sex parties and the rooms were paid for at the bar.  The cost covered the fee a chamber maid charged after they were done being used.

Lana and I just looked at each other and laughed.  Giacomo though we did not believe him at first so we explained that we believed him, we just did not believe our luck.  He was confused so we went on to explain what our plans for the trip were.  We told him our three golden rules and our erotic intentions.

Giacomo’s eyes lit up.  He eagerly applied for the position of “love slave”.  He confided in us that he had never been tied up before, but he wanted to try it.  Who better than the two beautiful American girls at the table with him?

We could not believe our luck, but better yet, Giacomo could barely believe his own luck!  He quickly went to the bar and paid for the room.  I watched as the bartender handed him a bottle, three glasses and a small shoe box.  When he came back to the table he handed me the box and told me to open it when we got in the room.

The room was small, only big enough for a bed, two chairs and a small table.  It was clean and had many candles burning around the room.  The atmosphere was perfect.  Giacomo poured us drinks and told me to open the box.

Lana and I laughed out loud when we examined the contents.  There were four pairs of leather hand cuffs, two brand new dildos still in the packages, a box of condoms, a tube of ultra lube, a ball gag, and several other miscellaneous objects like a butt plug and some feathers.  We had struck gold!

We quickly took control of the situation telling Giacomo to stand on the bed and strip naked for us. As he did what he was told, we sat at the small table drinking our cocktails watching him give us a show. He unbuttoned his shirt as he gyrated his hips, and then tossed it in our direction. His body was lean and hairy with olive color skin. As he took off his trousers and underwear we got a good look at his magnificent cock. He was uncircumcised, which added to the overall aesthetic causing it to look even bigger. He was semi-erect with anticipation and a small drip of clear pre-cum snuck out of the tip.

“Strap this on!” I said as I threw the ball gag at him. As he placed it in his mouth and fastened the straps around the back of his head, I told him to lie down on his back. We walked over to him as he lay down. I grabbed hold of his arms and Lana took his legs, gripping them between her small fingers. We stretched his limbs out to the four corners of the bed and snapped cuffs around his wrists and ankles. Then, we attached the other ends of the cuffs to the bed posts, securing his body in place on the bed. By now, his cock had filled with blood making it rock hard. It lay on his belly and was so long it easily passed his belly button. It was time for me and Lana to play our game now.