The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (65 page)

Both of them let out a little gasp.

Switching to the other stocking, I open my legs more to pull the elastic all the way up. Looking up, I see they are staring at my bush, as if mesmerized. I’m so hot, I feel my chest
rise.

I throw my right foot off the stool and raise my left foot for the second shoe. The salesman lets out a long sigh and says, “Wow.”

“Y’all enjoying the view?” I say languidly, as I lean back.

“Oh, yeah,” the salesman says to my pussy.

I look up at the blond man, who pulls his gaze away to smile at my face.

“Come on now,” I tell them. “I’ll bet y’all see a bush or two every day.”

The man with one hand on my left calf and one on the left shoe he’s easing on to my foot shakes his head slowly. He lets go of the shoe and brushes his hair out of his eyes, his left hand
still on my calf.

“We talk about what it’d be like trying shoes on a naked woman. But it’s all a fantasy.”

I bite my lower lip and nod toward the door. “Lock the door and maybe your fantasy will come true.”

He looks up at me with those wide brown eyes and smiles. The blond needs no further instructions. He hurries and locks the door and draws down the door shade. Anyone stopping on the street to
look in the window will still be able to see my back, but I tell myself,
let the show begin.

“Take off the shoes,” I tell my salesman as I start unbuttoning my blouse. He pulls them off and leans back as the blond pulls a stool up next to him to sit on. I hand him my
blouse.

I unhook my bra and pass it to the dark-haired one, freeing my breasts. They stare, as if hypnotized by my nipples. Taking in a deep breath, I reach back and unbutton my skirt and work the
zipper down. I have to close my legs in order to pull my skirt down. I stop when I get to my knees.

“You wanna take it the rest of the way?”

They both reach, hesitate and then carefully pull my skirt off.

I lean back and open my legs.

“Why don’t each of you take a stocking?”

They move forward and my dark-haired salesman is brash enough to let his little finger touch my pubic hair as they tuck their fingers into the top of my stockings and pull them down and off.
They leer at my body parts, looking at my tits and then at my pussy and then back again.

“So,” I say, my voice deeper now. “You’ve seen me. I’d like to see a little skin.”

They rise quickly and pull off their clothes in a rush, dropping them on the floor. A moment later I had two raging hard-ons in front of my face. Both point up like flagpoles. The blond’s
is taller and thinner, the other thicker.

I run my fingers across the front of my bush, touching the wet folds of my pussy lips, slipping a finger inside momentarily.

“Oh, I wish I had a camera,” the blond says.

The dark-haired man grabs his dick and I point to it and say, “I’ll take that one first.”

Spreading my legs, I shimmy my arse forward as he moves to me. Resting his hands on the chair’s arms, he presses his dick forward. I grab his hot crank and squeeze it gently and guide it
to my wet bush.

I feel its tip press against my pussy lips. I gasp as he works his hips forward and his thick cock slides into me. I shudder and crane my neck up to kiss his lips. He shoves his tongue into my
mouth as his cock sinks completely in me.

And he fucks me right there, with his partner watching and who knows who peeking in the front window. We rock back and forth, his sweet, delicious cock screwing me good. I feel myself come
inside and he keeps banging away, his balls slapping my arse. I keep rising, keep getting hotter and when he spurts inside, in long, deep gushes, I come again deeper and hotter.

As soon as he slips off, the blond is there, sliding his cock in me, reaching his mouth down to kiss me and I’m off again to another good fucking. He slows twice but I keep bucking against
him and pull out his come as he gushes inside.

I don’t hear the tapping until he slides off me.

The dark-haired salesman stands half-dressed facing a front window. The blond lets out a worried gasp as I see two cops looking in. One taps his knuckle against the window while the other points
to the door.

Lying there with my legs open I watch the salesman nervously let the cops in. One is black and the other white. Closer to my age, they look so cute in those baby-blue police uniform shirts and
dark blue pants.

Both stare at my body as they step up.

The white one says, “Y’all have something to cover those windows?”

“No,” one of the salesmen croaks.

“Y’all have a back room?”

“Yeah.”

The black cop moves forward, takes a long look at my open, sopping pussy and then reaches down and scoops me up in his arms in one scoop.

“You, OK?”

I nod.

“You wanna file a complaint . . . or . . . would you like to feel a real man fuck you?”

I lean forward and kiss his wide lips and he tongues me and carries me to the back room. His partner has moved ahead of us and clears a space on the carpet. The black cop lies me gently on the
carpet and stands over me. He hands his gunbelt to his partner and then his shirt.

His partner steps out into the store and I hear him telling the salesman to get dressed and keep the door locked.

The black cock is bigger and thicker than any I’ve ever seen. He kneels between my open legs and climbs on me and mounts me. I’m wet as hell but it still takes a minute to work that
big cock into me. It fills me completely and I cry out as he starts worming it inside me.

We kiss and bounce against one another. He grinds and I grind back. He fucks me long and hard and I come twice before he fills me with his African come. The second cop is already naked and gives
me a quick fuck. Smaller in stature, he sucks my tits as he screws me and I come once again before he spurts inside.

Rising, he dresses quickly.

The black cop steps back in completely dressed. He sits next to me and asks if I’m OK.

I nod and smile at him.

“We got a car around the corner,” he says. “We can drive you to your car. Unless you want us to leave you here.”

“I could use a towel and something cool to drink.”

He grins at me.

One towel and one Coke later, the two cops help me dress and walk me out the store and around the corner to their car.

“We spotted you as soon as you started down Royal,” the white cop tells me.

“I know,” I say, then tell them my car’s parked in the lot across from the Monteleone. On the way, the black cop looks back at me and tells me I have a great pair of legs.

As I climb out, my legs are wobbly, so I lean against their car. The black cop gets out and asks if I’m OK again.

“Yes, actually. Just a little wobbly.” I have to laugh at myself.

“You do this often?”

I shake my head.

He passes me his business card and says, “Next time, give me a call and I’ll arrange a great flashing, great fuck-a-thon for you, Baby.”

So that’s what the police call a gang-bang. A fuck-a-thon.

New Orleans – my kinda town.

Nola (Toronto, Canada)

When he asks if he can fuck me every day, and I nod yes, he smiles. But, when he asks me if 7 will fuck him every day, and I say, “Yes, every day,” – he comes
– and I am one step closer to taking everything I want from him.

I’m a dominant woman and I want my man submissive. I want to be the top to his bottom; always. As a policeman, his daily life is filled with decision-making and a sense
of being in charge. Quite simply, he spends a lot of time telling other people what to do, why they should do it, and when to do it. I want all of that to change though when he walks through the
front door at home and faces me; I need to be in charge here. I want this.

Toronto is a big city with a lot of places to hide and I will give him the extra task, as he drives around his division, of finding a secluded spot where I can visit him while he’s
working. I see myself waiting in my car, seat tilted back. Dusk has just turned to night and, although I can’t see anyone else, the buzz of the city is near enough to touch. I’m wearing
high heels and a loose-fitting dress, nothing else. High heels because he is taller than me and they will give me the extra few inches I need; loose dress because underneath I have my strap-on
harness cinched tightly. It’s the one with straps that secure around my upper thighs, leaving my pussy fully accessible. While I wait I play with the double-ended rubber dildo that I will fit
in the O-ring when he arrives. But, for now, I fuck myself slowly with the end that I’m going to fuck him with.

I see the headlights of his police car winding slowly down the back lane that I am parked in. My car is backed in, the passenger side tight against the ivied cement wall. I watch him pull in to
a side drive then back out again and reverse silently down the lane and stop beside me. I told him to leave an extra few feet behind his car because I want him there, outside. Stories abound of
officers trapped in the back of their own cruisers while
searching
an arrestee; fodder for the guard room rumour mill. He turns off the engine and turns to look at me. I bring the black
rubber cock to my mouth and make a great display of sucking both ends before slipping it out of sight and under my dress. I ease his end through the O-ring and slide the other inside myself. He can
see me push down in my car seat and knows that I’m enjoying the hard fullness my pseudo-cock provides me.

I get out of my car and walk behind his police car, my dress tented and bobbing in front with every step. He watches in his rear-view mirror as I lift my dress and start to lube the rubbery
length. He gets out and, like every good policeman, puts on his hat and threads his nightstick through the loop in his belt before strolling back to meet me. This is a reverse search though and he
assumes the position over the trunk of the car when I tell him to turn around. I tell him that there’s been a complaint to the station about him and I’m going to have to question him,
take appropriate action, and discipline him if necessary. I undo his belt and unzip his pants and, with the combined weight of his nightstick and gun, they fall heavily to the ground. As
instructed, he is not wearing any underwear, so at some point during his shift he has managed to go back to the station change room and take them off. Good. I reach around and undo the buttons of
his shirt and pull up his undershirt to expose his nipples to the cooling night air. I pinch and roll them between my fingers, testing his ability to keep quiet until asked to speak.

Distant sirens fade away and the car radio blares with a constant traffic of persons and vehicle checks. DOB’s and Foxtrots, Bravos, and Tangos, noisy parties, and unwanted guests. All for
neighbouring divisions, but I know that he still has one ear tuned in case the dispatcher calls his radio ID.

I tell him to bend over and place his hands on the car trunk in the usual spread ‘em position. I waste no time and reach between his legs to grap his balls and give them a good squeeze. My
hands are cold and I can feel them tighten dramatically before falling back down as they heat under the gentle but insistent pull and push that I apply. I spread his cheeks and lubricate his arse
as I work a finger, then two, in and out. He will start to have second thoughts just about then, and begin to protest out loud that this is not a good idea and that we might get caught. I take it
as my cue to convince him otherwise and enter him in one thrust. We both gasp as the forceful action pushes both ends home. It feels too good this way to even withdraw and I stay pressed up against
him grinding ever so slightly, each forward motion causing a deepening of the low groan that escapes him. I cannot maintain this non-movement for long and begin to thrust in earnest, fucking myself
as I fuck him. The heels of my shoes sink very slightly in the packed drive but still provide me with the height and leverage needed to ride him hard. His bulk and authority is taken completely
away by the rubber phallus that splits his arse. He is not in charge, I am, as I ride him and force him to accept that at any time he will give me what I want, how I want it. I withdraw the full
length then bang back in; yes, I am rough with him. Noise brings attention, attention means I will stop, so he does not call out. The O-ring rides my clit as I ride him and brings me rapidly closer
to coming, so I stop briefly with both ends buried deeply in their respective homes. With one last burst, I bring us both off. Me against the O-ring and his arse, him with me in his arse, and the
hand he has brought down to jerk his own cock with. His come flies in a stream over the trunk and onto the rear window, and he collapses forward, breathing heavily. It comes then: the call on the
radio, the Sergeant is looking for him.

I withdraw and walk back to my car. I unhook the harness and throw it onto the front passenger seat of my car. I slide in, adjust the seat, start her up and pull away. A last look back shows my
officer still behind his car leaning slightly forward, hat still on, but off to the side a bit. I know he hasn’t moved and his pants are still around his ankles, his arse will still be
shining in the early moon light from the lube that is by now smeared across it and down his thigh. I don’t wave goodbye.

I will go home, to our home and I will wait for him. When he comes home I will meet him just inside the front door. Other people take off their coats and shoes; when he comes home he will take
off his clothes. I buckle his leather studded collar around his neck and attach his leash. He bends over and I insert a plug in his arse; not too big, but shaped in such a way that it will not come
out on its own. I lead him downstairs and into my room. Some would call it a dungeon, but I call it my room. It is there that I re-establish the hierarchy of the house.

There are times when he comes home all pumped up from a car chase or big arrest and he needs to be taken down a peg or two, paddled even, hung up and penetrated. There are a number of devices
that I can attach him to, depending on my mood, and I am still feeling aggressive after fucking him at work, so I decide to paddle him and bend him over the saw-horse. I kneel in front of him and
attach the weighted nipple-clips; they will swing back and forth each time the paddle meets his arse. Before I take up my position behind him, I put my fingers inside myself and let him suck the
juice off each one. I give him five strokes a side and he does not protest; ever.