Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Peter carried her and threw her onto the bed. He ripped the gown off of her, exposing her body to the elements. He slid out of his boxers and his silk robe and hovered above Anais, leering at her with greedy lust. She returned his look with one of defiance.

He grabbed some items off of the nightstand. “Open your legs.” Anais reluctantly did as she was told. He threw her legs back further. She felt the cold wetness of lubricant against her asshole as Peter wiggled a finger inside of her. She inhaled sharply. He slid it in and out of her, wiggling around to loosen her. He inserted his middle finger into her and continued his probing, adding more lubricant.

The intrusion relaxed her asshole, and Peter removed his fingers. Before Anais could breathe a sigh of relief, Peter inserted a medium sized butt plug into her. He wiggled it into place. “That’s in place now.” Quickly, he shoved his face into her pussy and licked and sucked on her hungrily. Anais cried out at the sensation. Her hips shifted in response. Peter slid the plug in and out of her as his tongue invaded her. He bit the inside of her thigh and licked his way up her body, culminating in a kiss. “You taste so good,” he said.

He laid down and pointed to his stiffening dick. Anais knew what he meant and slowly took him into her mouth.

“Don’t half ass it,” he breathed.

Anais increased her sucking and licking, and Peter responded by thrusting upward into her mouth.

They stayed like this, and Peter took a sip of his whiskey and rubbed her head.

“Bend over,” he said. While he hopped out of bed, Anais got on her hands and knees. He stood behind her and rubbed her ass, massaging it, squeezing it.

“You are mine,” he said. “And no one can take you away from me.” He stuck his fingers into her pussy. “You’re wet. I like that.” He stroked her clit, causing her to shudder. “I think you like this.”

Anais moaned.

“Yes, you like this.” He rubbed her faster. “You try to be so defiant but you like it. You want me to do this to you. Do you like the thought of being my slut for the rest of your life?”

She moaned again and braced herself for what was coming. His fingers were slick with her nectar and he continued stroking her clit; she slightly rocked in rhythm until she came, gripping the sheets and crying out in agonized pleasure.

Peter laughed as he entered her. “I knew you would like it.” He thrust into her hard, and pulled the butt plug in and out of her.

Anais was still reeling from her orgasm and was overtaken by Peter’s intensity. He pulled at her hair and fucked her like a man possessed.

Anais felt another orgasm coming on, so soon after the first one. She bucked against Peter’s pelvis; her upper body fell to the bed beneath her while her lower body stayed in the air.

Peter pulled out of her and took the butt plug out of her as well. Anais heard him squeeze the lubricant bottle. Soon enough, she felt the head of his dick pressing against her asshole, pushing its way into her. Anais had to control herself from coming again, waiting instead for him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her. He grunted as he slowly made his way into her.

Once he was inside of her, and had given her time to adjust, he continued his relentless fucking. He squeezed some more lubricant onto them to ease his thrusts; he started to rub her clit again and Anais moaned and whimpered and met his thrusts with gusto. Peter rubbed her faster until she could not hold on any longer and she came once again. Peter grabbed both of her hips and had his own climax, holding himself against her until he could think again.

She crawled cat like into the bed and he crawled in next to her, both staring at the ceiling.

“That was fun,” Anais said.

“I knew you’d like it. Doesn’t it feel good not being in control all the time?”

She nodded.

“We still have the rest of the night here. Do you want to try to get another scenario?”

“No,” she said. “I like this one. I like being your sex toy. Knowing you like I do, I don’t even think that we’ve touched the surface of the depravity in your mind Peter.”

“You haven’t. But once again, we have the whole night.”

Anais grabbed her glass off of the nightstand and took a sip. “So what is in that head of yours right now?”

He laughed. “It’s a surprise. Besides, you’re my property in here, and if I told you, then it would betray our relationship.”

“Right. When do you want me to start playing reluctant again?”

“Jesus woman, you do like it. Let me get a few minutes of rest.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

***

The next morning, being thoroughly fucked, Peter and Anais were fully dressed and wearing sunglasses; they went to the reception area of the hotel to check out.

“Did you enjoy your stay?” The concierge asked.

“Yes, we did. It was much needed.”

“That’s good to hear.” They completed the transaction and Anais and Peter left, hand in hand.

***

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Anais and Peter returned to their home, where their young son Collin was flicking through Saturday morning cable television. The commercial for the Love Palace was playing on the channel he stopped on.

“Collin,” Anais said. “Good morning dear.”

“Good morning mom,” he said, not looking away from the TV. She looked up and took the remote from him, changing the channel. “Why were you watching that? Where are the cartoons?” she asked

“All of the cartoons were on commercial.”

“Where’s Grandma Rosie?”

“She’s still asleep.” He looked up at her with bright doe eyes. “I’m hungry.”

She went into the kitchen and began making breakfast, with a bright smile on her face. “Peter, do you want breakfast?”

“Yes I do.”

She made scrambled eggs, pan sausage, grits and wheat pancakes with maple syrup. The three of them sat around the table and ate. Rosie, Peter’s mother, came down the stairs in her house coat.

“Y’all back already?” She made a plate.

“Yes mom, we’re back.”

“Good, I have to go to my card club soon. Collin was a dear as usual.” She strolled back to her room.

“Mom, Dad, I have a soccer game today,” Collin said.

Anais looked at the large calendar that was stuck to the refrigerator. “At 3 o’clock.”

“I have to be there by 2 to talk to the coach.”

“Okay sweetie.”

She cleaned the dishes while Peter took Collin upstairs for his bath. She turned the television to a random channel and while she washed the dishes, the commercial for the Love Palace came on again.

“Yes it is,” she whispered to herself with a coy smile.

***

“Go, go, go, Collin, go left!” Peter was a huge soccer fan, and when his son expressed an interest in playing he was over the moon with joy. Over the summer, most of their weekends (and a few weekdays) were filled with soccer practices and games.

Anais preferred to keep Collin busy, because he was a restless little boy. Even as a baby, he would try to climb out of their arms and sit up before he was able to. He started walking, then running early. Sometimes it proved hard to keep his attention on more academic matters, but seeing that he was only in preschool, he was still learning well.

An hour later the game was over, and Collin’s team had won. The Walsh family loaded their cooler and their child into their car to make their way back home.