The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (57 page)

With a polite greeting, I named my drink, something stronger than my usual, something more appropriate for such a . . . tedious occasion. The bartender stared back for a moment, the edge of his
cocky smile lifting, deepening the crease of his suntanned cheek before he turned his back to pour. I found myself sizing him up, the stylish cut of his hair, the broad shoulders in the short white
jacket of his uniform, the hard buttocks that filled the seat of those black, perfectly creased slacks so well. When I looked up I realized he had been watching my bold perusal in the mirror. This
time he gave me a more seductive grin. Embarrassed, I feigned a cough and looked away.

“What’s your poison?”

Startled by the voice, I turned. The speaker was a saucy, voluptuous brunette with pouty lips and a pair of gorgeous, expressive brown eyes. I placed her age somewhere between the charming
bartender’s and mine. She wore little make-up, and her short layered hair was carelessly tousled. Her dress, her informal manner, all indicated a distinct earthiness. And when she did not
fabricate a smile, I took it as further evidence of her easy casualness, her total lack of pretence. I had no doubt we could be friends.

“Cognac,” I answered, meeting her gaze.

“Same,” she informed the bartender, her glance falling below his waist briefly before she returned her attention to me. “Meg. My name is Meg.”

“Hello, Meg. I’m Bella.”

“Great party, isn’t it?”

The question sounded tentative, a gauge. When I sent her my best get-serious look, she chuckled, sounding relieved at not having received the standard polite bullshit.

“Are you staying here, at the hotel tonight?”

“Only way Simon can get me to attend these socials.”

She laughed, with one of those sexy throaty laughs that melt men.

Before either of us could say more, the bartender set her drink down on the counter then casually leaned on his elbow with all the confidence in the world. He looked from me to Meg, his
lascivious thoughts no secret. His glance inched to her full breasts, swelled high in her strapless black gown. Who could blame him? Carnality exuded from the woman, and there was no lack of want
there either.

When Meg, unruffled by his boldness, continued to sip her cognac, the bartender made a small sound of desire then returned his attention to me. Gone was the previously playful smile, replaced by
a candid expression of pure lust.

When a guest broke the sexually charged atmosphere, I became aware of the hot moisture our silent but intense exchange had generated, and shifted for comfort in suddenly dampened panties.

“Yeah, me too,” Meg announced in a soft voice.

Discomfited by the frank and unexpected admission, I cleared my throat and took another sip of cognac.

Meg studied me through slanted eyes, then really floored me with her next comment. “Bella? Let’s fuck.”

I stood frozen, mouth agape, mind racing to distinguish fact from imagination before I was able to force my eyes to blink and collect my wits. Slowly absorbing her advance, I allowed her candour
to encourage mine. When I met her eyes, it was with equal forthrightness, and we established an understanding.

“Are you here by yourself?” I asked as an afterthought.

“I am now. My brother’s date showed up after all.”

I turned and searched the room. Simon was speaking to a squat, balding man but his gaze was fixed upon me. We made eye contact, then his glance moved to Meg.

“Is that your husband? Not bad,” she remarked.

Now that the course had been set I was simply too aroused and too anxious to dally. “Let’s go,” I said decisively when she continued to regard Simon with a calculating
expression.

Meg shot me a rapturous look, and then quickly downed her drink.

We had only taken a few steps when, as if prompted by an unspoken signal, we paused as one and turned for a last look. The sexy bartender was wiping a wineglass but we seemed to still hold his
undivided attention. He squinted in return, a hedonistic squint combined with regret. Meg and I sighed simultaneously, like a couple of lovesick teens, then turned and left with shared
reluctance.

As she led the way out of the ballroom, my focus remained on her voluptuous bottom, quivering underneath the jersey fabric of her formal with each step she took. More hot steam pooled between my
legs and I hastened my stride.

We rode the elevator in silence, oblivious of the elderly couple who had followed us in. Meg stared at my shapely leg, visible up to the upper thigh through the long frontal slit of my evening
gown. As for me, I shared the bartender’s appetite for her heaving breasts. By seconds, the moistened gusset of my panties was growing more uncomfortable.

I let Meg enter the room first. Just as I shut the door, we reached for each other, hungrily, without the usual formalities between two strangers. Driven by lust, there was no feminine gentility
when our mouths parted and our tongues began an urgent, passionate acquaintance.

As we kissed, we tugged at clothes anxiously. Meg snapped open my bra, and we separated, both pulling at the straps to rid me of the restraining undergarment. My eyes fell on her curvaceous body
wrapped in black corset and lace-top stockings. Her large erect nipples, popped over the half cups, looked ripe enough to make my mouth water. Mesmerized, I licked my lips and swallowed before I
started to drool.

Meg literally shoved me onto the bed with a growl then came down herself. “Your skin is so soft, so creamy,” she murmured, anxiously caressing my arms, chest, tummy while her glance
took a slow tour down the length of my long legs. Turning back abruptly, her eyes locked on mine and, without preamble, she shoved an elegant finger deep into my flaming centre.

“Aaahhh,” I sighed and raised my hips high to greet her.

“That feel good?” she asked, and covered my mouth with hers. Her tongue blasted through my parted lips in a mission of invasion. She took as liberally as I gave, and offered the same
in return. All the while, my body pushed and churned on her comforting hand.

I moaned my loss when Meg tore her mouth away to posture herself for a more significant seizure. Welcoming the pain of passion, I clenched her hair and encouraged her hungry assault on my
breasts.

“Delicious,” she cooed as she switched from one insistent nipple to the other.

I squeezed the breast she was suckling. It encouraged her to work harder. “So you like sucking tit, hmmm?” I teased.

With her lips pursed tightly around my taut peak, she could do little but moan.

“Me, too,” I agreed and, unable to resist any longer, reached for one of her heavy succulent mounds, only to have my hand pushed away.

“You’ll get your turn,” she teased and slid lower. “I want to taste your pussy.”

The sound of the door opening gave us only a momentary pause. “What took you so long?” I questioned when Simon entered.

“You know business, hon,” he answered, removing his tuxedo jacket.

Meg turned her head, but kindly kept her finger buried. She regarded Simon, one thick eyebrow arched with interest.

After the introductions, Simon removed his shoes and stretched out by my side. “Did I miss much?”

“A lot more to . . . come,” I replied.

He chuckled and gave me an affectionate kiss.

“So, Meg, what’s a nice girl like you doing in my bed?”

Meg gave him a brazen once over, then leaned across me. “Getting a good lay, I hope.”

“You got it, baby,” Simon promised and took that edible pouty mouth of hers with his. While he kissed her, Meg did not neglect me, her slender finger burrowing even deeper into the
heat and humidity it worked to promote.

Releasing Meg, Simon asked, “What did I interrupt?”

“I was just about to taste Bella’s pussy.”

“Then let me help.”

He spread my delicate nether lips, gently, wide, using thumb and forefinger. Together, they stared long and hard at my vulnerable clit while it cried for attention. Then Simon’s heavy
tongue came down and took a single slow lick, leaving me quivering.

“Mmm, that there is pure honey, Meg.”

Meg shot him a glance then dipped her head and snatched my swollen nub between velvet lips. My body responded instantly, welcoming the impatiently longed-for onslaught.

Simon’s eyes remained on my writhing form as he first removed his bow tie then eased my legs wider apart. Meg accepted the invitation and carefully moved to lie in the “V” he
had provided, her finger never slipping out of my honeyed nest in the process. I, in turn, bent my knees deeper around her and provided her with a more splayed access.

Settled, with her warm breath fanning my pubic hairs in a pleasant distraction, she extracted her buried finger. Before I could feel its absence, a soothing plump tongue slipped in to take its
place, intoxicating me. I took Meg’s head in both hands and pushed my crotch to her face. She held nothing back, huffing and slurping as she reached farther and farther into my depths. It was
heaven.

I cried deliriously when she next removed the essence of my pleasure, that nimble tongue of hers. Then cried again when she filled me with two fingers in its stead. And when she took my greedy
clit once more, I became lost in the climb toward nirvana.

Simon pinched my nipple, forcing me to arch my back, to offer him more. “Come,” he ordered, his dark eyes demanding the pleasure of seeing me in ecstasy.

My heart pounding with love, I submitted to my needs and to his command, breathing his name just as the little death arrived to make its exalted claim.

I flowed with soft screams, fighting to keep my eyes open. Meg pushed her fingers in deeper, her mouth firming on my little nub, her sucking relentless. Simon watched proudly, victoriously, as
my body bucked and churned in its attempt to cram Meg into my cunt.

In the end, it was his pleasure that brought me the greater contentment.

“You’re right, sweet as honey,” Meg confirmed when, having removed his clothes, Simon returned to join us on the bed.

Meg and I unwound from each other, making room for him to lie between us. Simon kissed and caressed in turns while our bodies took refuge in his masculinity. Leading Meg and me into our own
private exchange of passion, he slid lower to bury his face in breasts. His hum of delight echoed as he fondled and suckled, his efforts earning him even more tender and responsive nipples.

“Meg.” Simon gently separated us. “Why don’t you come sit on my face?”

Meg’s eyes sparkled. She moved quickly to straddle him, on her knees, backward.

“Show it to me first,” he requested. “Open it nice and wide.”

She shifted to find her balance then carefully leaned forward, her rear lifting inches. Both hands reached back, deepening the arch of her spine, and ever so luxuriantly spread her cheeks.

“Oohhh, what a sweet plump pussy,” Simon murmured after a moment of silent observation, and then sniffed deeply. “All right, baby, go ahead and set it down for me
now.”

Meg lowered herself on his face, her drawn out moan at initial contact turning into a breathy sigh of accomplishment with the final seating.

I took Simon’s powerful cock in my hand and gave it a little kiss, inhaling his familiar unique scent before swallowing what I could of him, with all the tenderness my hunger would allow.
His balls cradled in my palm, I sucked hard, in the very way that I know pleases him most.

Meg interrupted with a touch, desire in her countenance. She brought her head down, mouth open, anxious. Her moan rang of gratitude when I placed Simon’s swollen tip between her lips. She
suckled it preciously, then took it deeper, shifting her hips from side to side, opening herself wider for him.

As I carry a constant, insatiable need to pleasure Simon, I could not pass up the opportunity when it arose. Positioning myself between his bent legs, I licked and pampered his sac of skin while
Meg continued to ravish his cock. Together, we created a lovely chorus of moans.

When still it was not enough, and I ached to provide more, I forced Simon’s legs wider apart and reached lower, knowing just how much it pleasures him to have his anus tongued.

It took little time for Meg’s breathing to grow heavier with her approaching climax and I returned to their side, to aid and participate.

“He loves cunt juice; smear him good,” I whispered in her ear. She heeded my advice and, grunting, tackled the task with more gusto.

I gently squeezed one hand under the curve of her womanly tummy for support. The other, I sucked wet the middle finger then reached for her backside. My penetration into her tight passage was
all the incentive she needed, and she toppled into sweet oblivion with a guttural roar. I pushed in all the way. Simon pressed her hips down from both sides; she crushed him hard.

“Yesss, baby, rub your pussy against that hot tongue,” I urged over Meg’s muffled screams, her feminine form convulsing in its pleasure while she valiantly rode the crest of
insanity. “Feels so, so damned good.”

Meg slowed at last, but continued to feed on Simon. “Yeah, he eats pussy real good, doesn’t he?” Stroking her hair, easing her return, I gauged her satisfaction by her hungry
suckling and muted whimpers. How well I know that profound need that always plagues me afterwards. Yes, sweet Meg, suck his cock, feed your soul.

I waited for Meg to fight her way back through the haze and straighten, then I straddled Simon’s hips and slowly lowered myself onto his quivering shaft. Meeting
Meg’s smouldering gaze, I drew her to me for a taste of those provocative lips. What they tasted of was cognac and cock. I savoured the combination, and then left her to recover while I
nourished myself from her ripe nipples and swayed upon the rock-solid penis that stood buried within me.

My breast fetish for the moment appeased, I let Meg slide off Simon, and then I came down into his loving arms. Her scent was strong on him, and now I licked
his
lips for Meg’s own
alluring taste. Our kiss was brief, but fiery.

Simon rolled me onto my side and re-entered me from behind. He knows my needs so well. A strong hand snaked over my hipbone and experienced fingers seized the slippery kernel of my clit for
manipulation. The other arm lay in an arc, a supporting cradle, underneath my neck. Meg, for her part, took charge of my needy breasts. Coordinating her ministrations with Simon’s languid
strokes, the two joined forces and teased me relentlessly.