HAPPIEST WHEN HORNIEST (Five Rough Hardcore Erotica Shorts) (4 page)

It felt so good to have him in me, that when he pulled out, I actually cried out and begged him to stick his dick back in me.  “Oh, please, I need your cock.  Please!”  I whined shouted as he pulled away from me, leaving me trembling with my still strong climax.

But he had different ideas and he now turned me around again, so that I faced him and was able to see the all-consuming lust in his eyes.  My pussy
twinged
in response and I couldn’t help but feel a need to have him inside me.  He only shook his head, though, and gave me a kiss as he dropped me onto my hands and knees before him.  Then, grabbing my hips in his large hands, he pulled me up so that my hands touched the ground and my toes touched the ground, while my ass hung up in the air like a flag declaring that I was claimed.

He smacked my ass and I yelped.  He smacked it again and I yelped and moaned.  He smacked it one more time and I came again, just like that.  My body was so ramped up that I could barely keep my legs steady, but his hands gripping my sides told me I didn’t have to worry about falling on my face.

And then, he slipped back into my pussy and began to fuck me hard, thrusting almost straight down and making his cock stroke hard on my g-spot.  I couldn’t believe how good it felt and I began groaning loudly.  His hands reached around to squeeze my tits and I felt his rapid breath on my neck as he fucked me.

I was trembling hard when he pulled out and turned me around, keeping me on my knees.  His hands once more wove through my disheveled hair and pulled my head down, making my face tilt upward.  I saw his cock above me and reached my tongue out to stroke it lightly.  “Oh Jesus!”  He looked down at me while taking his cock in a hand he freed from my hair.  Pulling with the hand still wrapped in my hair, he shoved his cock into my mouth just in time to make it into my throat and explode,
spurting
semen that I had to swallow since his dick was blocking my mouth completely.

When he eventually finished, I fell back, gasping and moaning as my body dealt with the alternating sensations of my clenching pussy and my starved lungs.  Finally, I stood up and wobbled over to pick my clothes up from the floor.  It was a shock to me how he had suddenly taken charge and it made me feel my spasms even harder as I dressed.

He had pulled up his pants by the time I finished dressing, and I turned to look at him.  He shrugged and grabbed my purse, bringing it to me without even looking inside or demanding that I leave the shirt he knew I had behind.  I took my purse and let him escort me from the room, both of us still quiet as we slipped from the back and into the store.

Finally, I couldn’t handle it anymore and I pulled him to a stop.  “Well, am I getting charged with anything or are you letting me go?”

He grinned.  “Oh, I’m perfectly satisfied that you are an upstanding citizen and everything was just a misunderstanding.”

I relaxed and smiled back.  “That sounds good, thank you.”  I started walking toward the exit.

He shook his head and held me back.  “However, I’m afraid I do have one further request to make before I can let you go free.”

There was a slight undertone to his request that made me nervous.  Was he still planning on calling me on my shoplifting after all?  “What is it?”

He pulled me into his arms and gave me a kiss.  “I’d like to take you to dinner.”

I was absolutely flabbergasted.  Relief flooded every pore of my body.  “Well, of course, I’d love to go out with you.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up tonight at seven.”

“Is that when you get off work?”  I figured he must have light hours for a security guard.

He shook his head.  “No, I’m off work today.  I was just here shopping for my mom’s birthday.”

Okay, so sometimes a guy looking at the perfume counter can really just be a guy looking at the perfume counter.  I couldn’t say that I was sorry for my mistake.  In fact, I think it had to be the best pick-up I had made in my shoplifting career.

JESSICA
GOES CLUBBING & GETS HER BUTT STUFFED IN THE BACK OF A VAN

Jessica’s Back
D
oor

Episode
Three
an erotic short by
Debbie Brownstone
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by
Naughty Daydreams Press

If you’ve read the first two in this series, you already know about my friend, whom I’ve called
Jessica
in order to protect her real identity.  Back when I was just coming to terms with the fact that I enjoyed stimulation in the rear a whole lot more than in the front, she was there to give me advice and to relate her stories.  Of course, I’ve fictionalized them a bit, but the basic facts are real, changed just enough to keep everyone’s privacy intact.

So here you go, and be sure to enjoy!

***

“Mom, can I have some cookies to share with Mark?” 

Dale’s shrill voice cut through the room like a knife and Jessica winced.  Rather than letting Dale think that yelling equaled good communication skills, she walked to the kitchen and caught him red-handed, already stuffing some of the peanut butter cookies she’d baked the night before into his overnight bag.  “I think that will be enough.”

Her seven year old nodded and closed up his bag, completely free of any guilt over being caught raiding the cookie supply.  She took the bag from his hand as he went by her and began to inspect his packing abilities.  “Where’s your toothbrush?”

“I thought I should leave it here, in case I forget it at Uncle Jim’s.”

“Nope, go get it.”  She smiled as he trudged back to his bathroom.  Ah, childhood, when the things that upset you were as simple as having to bring a toothbrush to a sleepover.

A knock came on the door and she hurried over to answer.  When she opened the door, her brother let out a low whistle.  “Wow, sis, looking good tonight.” 

She bowed and waved him in.  “It’s amazing what some ass kicking can do for you, and Paula’s given me plenty lately.”  At the thought of ass kicking, her mind roamed away for a brief second and she felt a nice twinge between her legs.

Jim looked at her curiously.  “What did the prima donna do?  Sign you up with a speed dating club?”

“No, just got me to join a gym.” 
The best damn gym in town
.  She thought again of Slate and his cock pounding her tiny ass and smiled as another spasm hit her pussy.

“Ah, well you’re looking incredible, maybe I should make Tiffany join.”

No, I think not, big brother.
  Jessica couldn’t imagine that Jim would be too kind to have his wife doing what she was doing at the gym.

At that point, all calm adult conversation ceased as Dale ran into the room and bombarded his Uncle with questions and stories and more questions.  Jessica bundled them both out the door with plenty of hugs and kisses and then the apartment was still.

Sighing, she went to her room to finish getting ready.  Paula was picking her up in an hour to go to a new club that had just opened, and she wanted to attract attention tonight.  It had been several weeks since her divorce had been finalized and she was, finally, coming out of her self-imposed exile and learning to live again.  She knew that she owed Paula the biggest debt of gratitude for that, since it was Paula who had signed her up for personal training at her own gym.

Her sessions at the gym had been life-changing.  She had only been twice, but both times had ended with her end getting fucked mercilessly, and she had never
orgasmed
harder in her life.  The first time, she had been in her trainer’s office when he had jumped her and taken her virgin ass with his hard cock, leaving her incredibly sore but incredibly happy.  The next session, a few days later, had led her to the massage room, where the masseuse had used more than her hands to abuse Jessica’s ass.  Slate had eventually joined that little session too, fucking her mouth as her ass was pumped with a toy.  Again, she had experienced the climax of a lifetime, all because her ass had been fucked.

She threw off her robe and, before she pulled on her dark blue mini, she lightly ran her hands over her body.  She was looking more toned since starting at the gym.  Her hands reached back and caressed the curves of her ass cheeks, giving them a little squeeze.  A shudder ran through her, but she made herself stop and get dressed.  She didn’t have time to do anything.  Her friend, Paula, was a stickler for being on time and she didn’t want to make her wait.

After pulling on the dress, she smoothed it out and took another look in the mirror.  She was looking hot.  She smiled.  Her ex, Brian, would beg to have her if he could see her now. 
Tough shit, asshole.
 

She finished up her outfit with a plain gold chain that dipped into her cleavage and some smoky stockings with a pair of black heels that added another three inches to her already tall frame and accented her lean legs.  She chose smoky and sultry shades of blue and grey eye shadow, emphasizing her big blue eyes, and then added a very naughty shade of red lipstick that plainly stated that her goal was to be fucked tonight.   The knock sounded at the door and she was ready to prowl.

***

When they got to the club, they discovered that it was packed to the gills with young college kids.  Paula was raring to go, but Jessica held back, pulling her friend by the arm into a small alcove by the entrance.  “Paula, I don’t think this is a good place for us tonight.”

Paula looked at her, a stubborn frown settling on her face.  “Look, Jessica, you’ve got to get over your emotional baggage and live a little.  Those boys in there don’t care that we’re a little, and I repeat, a
little
older than they are.  Hell, most of them will be crawling all over us, trying to get their hands on some cougar.”

Jessica frowned in return.  “First of all, Paula, this has nothing to do with what has been happening in my personal life, and you, of all people, should know that I’ve managed quite capably to put the past behind me since I joined your gym.”  Paula gave her a bit of a guilty grin.  “But, I just don’t feel comfortable with guys who haven’t been shaving for more than five years.”

Paula
tsked-tsked
at her and started dragging her into the crowd.  “Oh God, Jessica, just relax.  Get a drink in you.  You trusted me once, try me again.”

Jessica sighed but stopped resisting as her friend pulled her up to the bar.  They ordered their drinks and, in no time at all, they were surrounded by rowdy college boys just as Paula had predicted.  One in particular, seemed to set his sights on Jessica.  He was about six foot and still gangly, but his serious grey eyes made up for his slightly puppy dog demeanor.  He sidled up to her side and brushed his brown hair from his eyes.  “Hey there.”

Seriously, that was his pick up line?
He had a pleasantly deep voice, though, so she turned and her seat and smiled.  “Hi.”

He nodded as if she had just asked a question.  “So, what a mess, huh?”

She assumed he was talking about the crowded club.  “Yeah, crazy.  I wasn’t even going to stay, but my friend had an itch to scratch.”  She gestured over at Paula, who was busy keeping three guys entertained with some story about a crazy client.

Her boy toy scooted his stool a bit closer. “I’m Jesse.”

She looked at him and almost laughed out loud.  “Well, hello Jesse.  I’m Jessica.”

He looked at her for a moment, as if he thought she might be mocking him, and then shrugged and offered to buy her next drink. 
What the hell.
  She ordered another vodka and cranberry juice, deciding right then that she was going to let all her reservations go and just do what she came here to do.

She pointed to his empty glass.  “What about you?”

“No, I’m good.  I’m just going to wait for you to finish yours and then, you and I are leaving.”

She stared at him. 
That was fast.
  She had to remind herself that she had decided to go with the flow and downed her drink.  “Okay, then, let’s go.”

He smiled and took her by the hand, leading her slowly through the crowd and toward the exit.  She turned just in time to see Paula giving her
a big thumbs
up.  Rolling her eyes, she followed Jesse out the door.  “So, where are we off to?”

“Not far.” He walked through the crowded parking lot until he stopped in front of an old full-sized van.  “And here we are, my humble abode.”

Once again, she felt the urge to laugh, but her horniness got the better of her.  “Looks great.”

Jesse stood for a minute as if he couldn’t believe his good fortune and then he clawed through his pockets and pulled out the key.  He didn’t open the front doors, though, but led her around to the back. 
This just gets better and better.

Opening the doors, he helped her in and climbed in behind her, slamming the doors closed.  Jessica got a quick look at her surroundings and decided it was definitely the cliché of a college boy’s “fuck-mobile.”  It had a futon mattress on the floor and beaded,
tinted windows.  There was even a small incense burner in a back corner.  Oh well, what the hell.  She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth, putting one of his hands on her breast.