Danica Williams - 14 Erotic Stories Bundle

“I always watched after that. Sometimes he would even call in his driver to fuck one or both of the ‘visitors’. I watched every kind of sex act you can imagine in that room, and when the pressure got too intense, I would go to Venice Beach and pick up a stranger to fuck. I got crazy, I tried things I could never have imagined by myself. Things turned me on that I knew should not, and I reveled in it. I never got into pain or bondage, but I became enamored of it at the threshold level.” Her dark brown eyes bored into Brad’s, “I like to be tied up and teased till I can no longer restrain myself. I like to be tied up and forced to watch the man I’m with fuck someone else until my pussy is sucking for air. I like to be watched while I’m doing whatever I’m doing with whoever I’m doing it with. Again, to make a long story short, I’ve become a very dirty girl. I’m not going to change, I like myself the way I am…and I’m not sure you will be able to deal with that.”

Her foot was now stroking the length of his cock, which was impossibly swollen. He was verging on orgasm and his breathing was ragged. “Ah my love,” she said, leaning forward to grasp his hard organ in her hand, ”this is how you react now, but how will you react when I make you sit on the bed and watch while I suck some college boy’s dick, or let him stick his dick in my ass?” Brad’s cock jerked in her hand. “How will you feel if some young woman you find hot is lying beneath me as I suck someone else’s cum out of her pussy? What would you do if you found your wife with her tongue in another man’s ass, with another man in her pussy and yet another in fucking her own ass?” His cock began to spray cum, and she ducked her head under water to catch it all. She surfaced a moment later, opening her mouth to breathe in, and he could see his cum on her tongue. She smiled and rubbed his cum around in her mouth with her fingers before she swallowed it.

She reached for her drink and swallowed half of it before she climbed on his lap, his cock still hard. Angie reached between them and guided his dick to her ass, and he could feel the puckered flesh give way before he slid in. She sat down on him abruptly, socketing him in place, buried to the hilt in her tight ass. She began to bounce gently, not really sliding him in and out, just causing the flesh on his penis to slide up and down a bit. She wiggled her hips as only a latina can, and pushed a swollen nipple into his mouth. She caressed his hair and whispered into his ear.

“I love only you. I have since the first time I sucked your dick. But I am someone else now, and I can’t live without the things I’ve just told you about. So I’ll ask you this. You think of what I’ve told you, I’ll even show you some of it if you’d like. We will stay here until the end of this week if you want to try. If you still want me at the end of this week, we can take a trial period in L.A., say a year. If you still want me at the end of the trial period I will live with, marry you, be your slave, whatever you want for as long as we live.”

Angie raised up off his cock, and reached down to pull him up. Holding him to her, her face upturned and close to his, she whispered “What do you want?” He raised her slightly, just enough to insert his throbbing cock into her shaved pussy, then pulled her down until he was in as far as it would go. “I’ll do anything you want, anything at all just to spend every day of my life with you” he said. Anything else they might have said was obscured by their hips thrashing in the water as he covered her lips with his own.

“I’ll hold you to our agreement” she murmured as they lay in the king sized bed of the penthouse. “You’re not going to believe this,” he said as they petted and stroked, “but the whole idea has got me really stoked.” She laughed her throaty laugh, “Don’t tell me that until you see some stranger’s cum dripping down my chin.” He pinned her arms above her head and slammed into her pussy, grinding her back against the bed.

Brad was awakened by the brush of Angie’s lips against his own. “Wake up sleepy head” she teased. He could smell the fragrance of her jasmine body oil mixed with the powerful aroma of the fresh dark roast coffee in the mug she carried. “Hurry up and get dressed, I’ve ordered room service for breakfast.” The filmy peignoir she wore rippled when she walked. It was easy to see she wore nothing underneath.

“God I feel great, he said, as, freshly shaved and showered, he stretched on the open deck. She lounged comfortably as she watched him. “That’s good my love, because your first test will take place before your eyes in just a few minutes.” He looked at her in amazement. “You called a hooker this early in the morning?” “No, she said, “someone is going to knock on that door with our breakfast in a few minutes. You are going to calmly eat your breakfast while I fuck whoever it is. Man, woman, young, old, it doesn’t matter.” He choked on his coffee. “Remember our agreement,” she said. “All you can do is watch…” she said, “this time.”

He held his breath as he watched her go to the door of the suite. Her movements became positively feline as she approached the door. She opened it and said “Come in, we’re on the patio deck” in a sultry voice. He watched as she padded back onto the deck, the filmy peignoir completely transparent in the morning sun. A very ordinary young man, most likely one of the college students working here for the summer, rolled the breakfast tray behind her. His cheeks were flushed as he tried, unsuccessfully to keep his eyes off the beautiful nearly nude woman before him. Brad watched, fascinated as he tried to set the table without fumbling at it. He nearly choked with laughter as Angie brushed his arm with a swelling breast, her nipple hardening at the contact. The boy froze when he felt it. “Darling,” Angie said, “he’s done such a wonderful job, don’t you think he deserves a special tip?” Brad smiled a huge smile and said “Absolutely!”

Seated in her chair, Angie ran her hand up the boy’s leg inside his shorts, grabbing his erect cock in her hand and squeezing it firmly. The waiter nearly jumped out of his shorts. He looked frantically at Brad until he realized that Brad made no motion to stop this. “This can’t be happening to me” he thought. “This shit only happens in those stories in the backs of stroke magazines!” All conscious thought fled from his mind as Angie stood, shrugged of the peignoir, and knelt before him. She was fumbling with the front of his shorts.

Brad had a moment where he felt sick to his stomach as he realized that the woman he loved was about to put this guy’s strange cock in her mouth. He watched her pull it out as if he were watching a snake about to strike him. Then he realized his own cock was about to burst through his new shorts, and his breathing was as rapid as the waiter’s. Angie stroked the thick cock with her hand. Her other hand released the waiter’s shorts and they fell around his ankles on the deck. His jutting member, enclosed in Angie’s soft hand, was just in front of her face.

Angie’s eyes, fogged with open lust, were on Brad. She curled her tongue provocatively around the head of the waiter’s swollen dick. She licked the head, she slipped the tip of her pointed tongue into the drooling slit at the top of it. She curled her tongue back into her own mouth, and swallowed. Her eyes never left Brad’s face. She noticed his furtive movement down to his own hard cock, then she turned and swallowed the waiter’s cock all the way down, her nose pressed against his pubic bone. “Oh my God” the waiter breathed. His hips began to jerk, and his cock slid back and forth in her mouth as her tongue licked at him. Brad saw him become absolutely rigid for a moment, then the veins in the waiter’s cock swelled and his ballsack jerked…his cum erupting inside Angie’s sucking mouth. He didn’t even sigh, he simply pulled his shorts back up and practically ran to the door of the suite.