Sin and Desire (28 page)

“Roberto, lick my pussy,” Emma demanded, and he began to do so with gusto. He lapped at her wet pussy with his tongue as Chad watched and stroked his cock.

“Chad, in my mouth,” Emma ordered her friend and he straddled her chest and placed his cock in her mouth.

Soon, Emma needed to be penetrated. “Who wants to fuck me first?” Emma asked.

Roberto didn’t need to be asked twice. Wiping her juices from his chin, he thrust his short, fat cock into her dripping pussy and began to move in and out quickly.

“Slow down there, buddy,” Emma teased. “Remember what I said about coming on my face,” she reminded him.

Roberto pulled out, taking a break, and Chad flipped Emma on her knees and entered her from behind.

Emma moaned as his long cock pressed places Roberto’s hadn’t. Roberto was in front of her now, holding his throbbing cock in front of her face. Emma opened her mouth and he put it in. She could taste herself on his dick and as Chad fucked her and she sucked her own juices off Roberto’s dick, she came, hard.

When he was sure she had finished, Chad joined Roberto at her face and the two of them rubbed their cocks on her face and in and out of her mouth. Emma felt her pussy throbbing once more and she began to play with her clit.

Suddenly, Roberto began to ejaculate little drops of hot cum into her mouth. Emma drank it down like nectar and Roberto squirted over her face—rivers of cum rolled over her lips and into her mouth. Emma licked her mouth with her tongue and Chad began to squirt his ejaculate all over her lips. She opened her mouth and he blew his load into it, the sight of her cum covered face making him moan. Emma felt herself come for the second time, her body quivered until finally, exhausted, she lay on the bed, panting.

When she recovered, Emma hopped in the shower. By the time she came out, Roberto was gone, and Chad was packing his suitcases. Emma leaned against the door frame, watching him.

“Thanks for everything this week, Chad,” Emma said.

“It was my pleasure,” Chad said, flashing her his devilish grin. “But seriously Emma, you are a very sexual woman. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.”

“I won’t—not anymore,” she said and she kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door.

* * * * *

The next evening, Emma got ready for the work party. Her stomach bubbled with the excitement of seeing Max that night.

Earlier that day, she visited the sex shop Jenny had recommended to her. She had arranged a special surprise for him. She found one of the diamond butt plugs that Sarah had been wearing. It was now inserted in her ass, ready for Max to find later on.

Emma slipped her feet into her silver stilettos and studied herself in the mirror. Gone was the mousey brown and black that she had worn for years. Tonight, she wore a long red dress with a slit right up to her hip. Her hair was in a loose chignon and her makeup was sultry. Her taxi beeped outside and she ran out of the house, eager to meet her date.

As Emma walked into the ballroom at the hotel, she felt all eyes turn to her. Most of the other women were in muted colors: nude, white, black. The old Emma would have been mortified to be the center of attention, but using her new-found confidence, she strutted right over to the bar where Max was waiting.

“Emma, wow,” he said, “just wow.”

“Thank you,” she said, calling the bartender over to order a drink. Suddenly, she felt an arm slip around her waist from the opposite side of Max. Confused, she looked up and saw Peter Harris, another co-worker from her floor. He had obviously been drinking for quite a while—his tux was already dishevelled and she could smell alcohol.

“Well, damn, Emma!” he slurred as he peered down the neckline of her dress into her cleavage.

Emma felt Max stiffen beside her, his face hard, and he was staring at Peter.

Slipping out from under Peter’s arm, she picked up her drink from the bar and turned to leave. “Thank you, Peter,” she said evenly. “Your tie is crooked, by the way.”

Emma walked off with Max close behind her. He was still shooting daggers at Peter.

“Don’t worry about it,” Emma said with a wave of her hand. “Everyone knows he’s a jerk.”

They joined some of their co-workers at a table where they drank and laughed together, unable to keep their eyes off each other. As the band began to play, couples made their way out onto the dance floor.

“Would you like to dance?” Max asked her, brushing a loose piece of hair from her face.

“Sure, just let me freshen up first.”

Emma left the ballroom to search for the bathroom. She was tipsy from both the alcohol and the feeling of having Max all to herself and she felt aroused by the feeling of fullness the butt plug gave her.

Emma reached a dead-end on the corridor she had been following and, cursing, she turned back. Blocking her path was a man, draining the last of his drink from his glass. Emma’s heart sank as she realized it was lecherous Peter Harris once again.

“I know a secret about you Emma,” Peter said in a silly singsong voice.

“Congratulations?” Emma said shortly, trying to brush past him, but he quickly caught her by the waist and pushed her up against the wall.

“Peter, take your fucking hands off me right now,” Emma shouted.

“I couldn’t get into Conference Room B the other day. Do you know why?” Peter continued, ignoring Emma’s protests. He grabbed both of Emma’s wrists and pinned them to her side and began to rub his erection against her crotch.

“Peter you have exactly five seconds to take your hands off me,” Emma warned him, struggling under his tight grip. Peter licked her neck, the sour smell of whiskey and cigarettes pervading her nostrils.

“I couldn’t get in, Emma, because you were fucking someone inside. Can it be my turn with Emma the dirty office whore?”

Emma had enough, as Peter moved in to kiss her, she pulled back her head and cracked him as hard as she could in the nose. Peter staggered back just as Max rounded the corner. His eyes moved from Emma to Peter and as he realized what had happened, he lunged for the pathetic figure hunched on the floor cradling his bloody nose.

Emma jumped between them. “Let’s just go home Max,” she said. “He’s not worth it.”

After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and led her down the corridor, his breathing coming fast and quick with temper. Outside, they jumped in a taxi and headed for his house. “I should have killed that guy,” he said.

“Max, I am well able to take care of myself,” Emma said firmly, and then her expression softened and she whispered in his ear, “but you can take care of me when we get to yours.”

An hour later in Max’s living room, they were relaxed drinking wine, when Max remembered his surprise.

“So what is it?” he asked eagerly, taking her glass of wine. Silently, Emma stood and pulled her dress up above her waist. She had gone commando and she turned her back to Max, bending over slightly. She heard him gasp.

“I told you the other night what I want you to do to me,” Emma said.

Max stood and unzipped his pants, his cock erect, and slowly he put it in her pussy.

Emma had never felt so full before. As Max worked in and out of her pussy, he spread her ass cheeks and slowly pulled out the plug.

“Oh my god, Emma!” he whispered as he circled her gaping asshole with his finger.

Emma grabbed her purse off the table and handed him a tube of lube. “Fuck my asshole,” she told him, looking into his eyes as she leaned forward on his sofa.

Without a word, Max lubricated his cock and slowly began to insert it into Emma.

She gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t painful, but she could feel her puckered hole stretching around his cock. The nerve endings were tingling and she began to play with her clit as he moved in and out a little further every time.

“Oh baby, I’m going to come soon,” Max groaned as he watched his cock move in and out of her virgin hole.

Emma wasn’t listening, her own orgasm already breaking, the sensation of her full asshole making it stronger and deeper than any she had experienced with vaginal intercourse.

Max felt her tighten around his cock and began to pump harder as he came. When he was done, he watched in awe as he pulled his dripping cock out of her ass.

“Emma,” he said as he turned her around and kissed her long and hard. “Can … I keep you?” Emma smiled to herself as he got up off the couch.

She might just keep him too.

The Mechanical Bull

Three shots in and the room was buzzing while Jenna ran her hands through her long black hair and up and down her midriff. She could tell more than one was watching her in this tiny hole in the wall. There were unshaved beards, long, unwashed hair, stained T-shirts and ancient baseball caps all turned her way.

The dive bar was nasty, but the drinks were cheap and she knew if there was one place she could come to get attention, it would be here.

The twanging redneck singing about honky-tonk stopped for a moment as she rushed up to the bar, slammed her jack and coke, and ordered another shot.

She eyed her drink for a second, slammed it, and sat at the bar to check out her prospects. The place really didn’t have much to offer in the way of men. There were husky types, bearded types, and hicks that never got into the military. They’d probably cream themselves in the first few seconds with her.

She decided to have a little fun. She might as well let off some steam. There was a cordoned-off mechanical bull in the corner and nobody ever really used it. It was dusty and clanked around. She asked the bartender for the keys to the bullpen and he could barely contain his smile. Everyone tried the bull when they really went for it, and everyone got thrown off.

Jenna didn’t care. She just wanted to see the looks on bearded faces when her breasts bounced up and down in her shirt. She knew how to ride the bull. She’d done it before. She might even get away with staying on the whole time. The way she staggered over to the massive beast, though, she doubted she’d have much luck with that.

The men smirked and talked amongst themselves. Most didn’t even try to hide their glances at this point. She was the talk of the bar this evening, and why not? She was the prettiest thing the place had ever seen.

Jenna opened the gate, climbed the beast, and stuck in some quarters.

She lurched forward and held on tight.

The reigns were dusty and lacked grip, but she managed to hang on. Almost immediately, the force of the bull caused her blouse to unbutton another notch. Things were about to get naughty, but she didn’t care. That was the point, wasn’t it?

A few seconds later, her blouse burst open, exposing her black lace bra to everyone in the room. A mix of embarrassed and proud, Jenna hung on for dear life. Eventually, she lost her grip on the reigns and was flung over the side, landing with her blouse open. Good thing she wore a bra.

Looking up to regain her bearings, she saw a pair of black cowboy boots. They were attached to a pair of piercing blue eyes with lean muscles and a crew cut. The man looked away from chatting with his friend and smiled.

He helped her up and said, “Hey now, you alright?”

She smiled and brushed the sawdust off her top then looked into his eyes. It took far too long before Jenna realized her blouse was still open. She buttoned up, laughing nervously.

He smiled and so did she.

“I’m Sam, and this is Ethan,” Sam introduced his friend.

There was a haze of tenderness between the two of them. Perhaps this place was worth more than she thought. He turned back to his friend and whispered something in his ear before the three of them made their leave to the front of the bar for a quick smoke.

Sam had his arm around Ethan’s shoulder, which somehow seemed a little… strange to Jenna. After a moment passed, she thought nothing of it.

Sam and Ethan talked for a moment until his friend finally said, in a thick accent, “We want to fuck. Both of us.”

Jenna was shocked at the offer.

She looked down for a second and thought about it. She’d never had two before, but… why the hell not?

They made their way in a four-door pickup truck to a massive trailer on the outskirts of the city. The men sat together, eyeing Jenna like she was dinner.

She eyed him and saw his cock was rock hard when they left the truck. Sam led her into a sparsely furnished living room. She sat on an old couch and prepared for what was about to happen.

Sam unbuttoned his shirt and showed a smooth chest with fierce muscles. Ethan stuck his hand down Sam’s pants and squeezed his cock while he rubbed himself against Sam’s perfect butt.

Holy fuck
, Jenna thought to herself.

She was immediately wetter than a waterfall.

Jenna felt herself getting hotter and stuck her hand down her pants. She squeezed her clit as Sam reached out and started taking her dress off. Sam squeezed her hard nipples as Ethan continued to rub Sam’s cock.

She stood up and Sam’s perfect lips enveloped her own. Ethan gripped Sam’s cock and positioned it between Jenna’s legs. Teasing, he guided Sam’s cock up and down Jenna’s pussy lips.