Smut Til You Drop
Authors: T.J. Holland
Tags: #erotica, #lesbian, #threesome, #menage, #college, #casual sex, #jt holland, #tj holland, #tiffany michaels
SMUT TIL YOU DROP
TJ Holland
Copyright 2013 by TJ Holland
Smashwords
Edition
Smashwords Edition,
License Notes
This ebook is
licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be
re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share
this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy
for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not
purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please
return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for
respecting the hard work of this author.
DISCLAIMER:
This story is intended for a mature audience only! Contains
explicit, graphic sex and language. Definitely not intended for
individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak heart! I
repeat: 18 and over only!!!
#####
TABLE OF CONTENTS
#####
An Erotic Novella
It’s rare when you find a man who can make
you smile, laugh and have incredible orgasms. I’ve got just such a
man. Not only does he have an incredibly tight butt from years of
physical activity, he’s nice to look at from the front too. And the
very best thing about him is that he aims to please. So he won’t
cum unless I have, at least a few times first. He gets off in
getting me off. He takes pride in making me groan and squeal in
delight. He’s perfect, he’s hot, and thank God, he is one horny son
of a bitch! I am a very lucky girl.
Now typically I’m not a huge drinker, but
there are a few occasions where I prefer to be plowed. And Las
Vegas is the top of the list. The evening started with two
appletinis before dinner. A very nice bottle of red wine with
dinner. Amaretto with dessert. And on the way back to the room I
picked up a bottle of Jack and a pack of cards for strip Go Fish. I
was WAY too smashed for poker.
People often laugh at you
when you’re drunk. We all know it. What we don’t always recognize
(cuz we’re drunk, duh) is
how
they’re laughing. Is it in a way that they feel
sorry for you? They are embarrassed? They think it’s sad? Or are
they really enjoying the evening right along with you? Not only can
my man laugh right along with me almost every time but he knows
just what I’ll go for when I’m drunk and my inhibitions have left
the building. Right along with Elvis.
Now, I’m not a prude but I will admit that
some things get me embarrassed. There are certain things that I
enjoy in bed and there are those that I really enjoy but will only
consider with the right amount of alcohol. For example, everyone
enjoys having your asshole rubbed, but don’t even think about that
when I’m sober. It will get a “whoa, where do you think you’re
goin’ mister?” However, with enough booze, I’ll not only let him
finger my hole, I’ll tell him just how to do it!
Tonight was gonna be one of those nights
where not only would I go places I rarely go, but I was gonna go
there multiple times in multiple ways.
The hotel suite was incredible. The front
desk clerk saw it in my face and my blouse that had already lost
the two top buttons that I was ready for more than I would be on
most nights. She clearly also thought my taste in men was on the
mark and she decided to give my husband a night he would not soon
forget. She upgraded us without saying more than “I think you’ll
like it.” The two-story suite was twice the size of our first house
and had a view of the strip you only see in movies. I was drunk but
not too drunk to appreciate where we were and what this room needed
to be used for. I went straight to the full size jacuzzi tub and
started to run the water.
My top buttons had been lost somewhere over
dinner as I was teasing my husband about how I was gonna ring my
pussy with crushed jolly rancher candies like my appletinis had
been. Sometimes when my double D’s get too excited, I can actually
launch buttons. Oops. Oh well, having the top of my bra showing
wasn’t my intention but that probably got him more worked up than
anything I could have said anyway, especially in my slightly
slurred state.
My skin tight jeans were already soaking wet
from looking at him during the cab ride back and thinking about all
the nasty things he’d do to me after given free reign over my body.
I bent over at the waist to turn the water off and he drank
straight from the bottle of Jack and watched me with a smirk on his
face. He wasn’t as drunk as I was yet but he didn’t mind. He liked
the show.
I slid out of my fuck-me pumps and slipped
around the corner out of view. No woman is graceful taking off wet
jeans. No need to show him that and break the mood. I mussed my
hair a bit and came around the corner, pretending to completely
ignore him. I stood there in my half open blouse and black g-string
panties checking the water in the hot tub. I took my wet fingertips
and ran them from my chin to my breasts, arching my neck and back
as I did so. He took another drink from the bottle without taking
his eyes off me. Yep, it was working.
I slowly began to undo the few buttons that
remained on my blouse and then went to the sink to get a few
washcloths for the tub. My black bra and panties teasing him out
from under my blouse hanging from my shoulders. I turned my back to
him and let the blouse fall to the ground. Then I slowly unhooked
my bra and let that fall as well. Then I bent over, straight legged
at the waist and slowly slid down my black g-string. I heard a gasp
and another long pull from the whiskey bottle. I smiled to myself
as I slowly slipped into the tub. Now a woman’s wet body is one
thing but a woman who is deliberately trying to turn on her man
while pretending she’s not is a whole other thing. Of course, I
wasn’t fooling him but he likes a show now and again too. I began
to soap my arms, legs, breasts, belly and crotch, deliberately
lingering in certain places longer than others. I put the soap
down, turned slightly so my ass was in his full view and began to
rub from my cheek to my pussy, back and forth. Before long I was in
need of some release.
I turned on the jets on low and put my
asshole directly in front of the water. I stuck my fingers inside
myself as I did so and gasped aloud. I heard a curse word from
across the room and knew that he was enjoying this almost as much
as I was. Within a few minutes I was rocking back and forth and
knew I needed more. I stuck another finger inside myself as I
turned the jets on higher. My ass instinctively pulled away but my
drunken horniness took over. I pulled my hand out of my wonderful
warmth and put one hand on each side of the tub. Then I positioned
my asshole right in front of the jet and held it there while I let
out a slight scream. I needed more! I learned forward and the jet
hit square on my sweet spot. God! It’s amazing what some air under
water can do but fuck me, it’s good! More, I needed more. I again
leaned forward and this time the jet shifted to my clit. Ooh shit.
That hurt in a good way. I turned the jet back down again and aimed
it right at my clit. It was better than my vibrator and it was not
gonna stop until I made it. I turned the jet back up in speed again
and started moving from clit to pussy to ass back and forth,
stopping at each one long enough to get me so close to cumming but
constantly moving for as long as I could take it.
All of a sudden, the jet moved up even
higher in speed. I opened my eyes and saw that he wanted me to get
there. He was coming in and taking charge and that was all I
needed. I spread my legs wide, straddled the jet and lost it all
over the pounding river of water. As I wriggled and shook and
screamed, he just smirked. Fuck, that turned me on even more.
“
I need some Jack.” I
grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him, hard. He pulled
back, smirked and was naked before I knew what happened. His rock
hard cock standing at attention. Fuck I needed that! He slipped
into the tub, positioned himself over me, looked at me, smiled and
kissed me slowly at first. It’s one thing to have a romantic kiss
that can make you weak in the knees. It’s another when all the
while his raging hard cock is poking into your midsection. I
reached up to re-position it and he gasped aloud when I touched
him. Oh. So you like that do you. I began to slowly stroke it while
he leaned over me and kissed me. He began moving to my neck and my
breasts, all the while I was wiggling underneath him and stroking
what would soon be the key to my happiness. I pushed him back and
reminded him we had all night.
Then, I slipped my hands between my legs and
rubbed myself. I knew that was one of his favorite things and since
I enjoyed it too, I may as well use that to my advantage. I closed
my eyes again and began to rub my clit with one hand and fuck
myself with the other. I was getting close to the edge when I felt
his mouth on my breast. I opened my eyes and smirked. It wasn’t
what I was expecting but this would work. Then, someone else was
touching me, rubbing me, pumping me. Oh God. He was working me with
one hand and himself with the other. Slowly, so as not to go too
far too fast but enough that I needed it and badly. I begged him to
fuck me. To be in me. To fill me with his gorgeous cock. He laughed
and told me to take a drink and relax. We had time. He didn’t
understand. I didn’t have time. I was gonna cum and soon and I
wanted it to be thanks to his rock hard dick pounding me into
oblivion.
I had to get some release. I turned the jets
back on and he got the idea. He pushed me against the side of the
tub so the jet was pounding my asshole while he fucked me with his
free hand and kissed me hard with his tongue owning my throat. I
couldn’t quite scream but the shivering of my body told him I had
found that wonderful release. He pushed his hand way up in me one
last time to make me cum even more (he’s learned that sometimes I
am not done and that is the best way to check) and then slipped it
out so slowly that by the time his fingertips were again visible I
was again horny and in need of even more fucking.
He was not about to have all the fun. I
pushed him back against the tub and started stroking his shaft. The
jets were still on and tickling his ass which seemed to be helping
get him going. He closed his eyes. Here we go. I couldn’t suck on
his dick while in the tub, so instead, I shifted myself around and
straddled him. My ass was touching his cock. I had sat myself too
high on purpose to try to tease him a bit for not fucking me
sooner. I ran his cock up and down my crack and leaned forward from
time to time to let him nibble on my nipple and feel my wetness up
against his shaft. When I got too close I would lift up and off of
him, reach for the bottle and give each of us a swig; giving my
pussy the short break it needed to come back from the edge just
slightly.
Apparently, he was close to the edge too
because as I was putting the bottle down, I felt two hands on my
sides and he placed me down directly on his dick. Barely a hint of
resistance was felt. My eyes widened, I gasped, and I tried to
figure out what had just happened. Then it clicked. Game on. I
began to slowly bounce up and down, getting higher and higher out
of the tub and coming down faster and faster.
The water just gets in the way and gets loud
and everywhere once you really get down to business, so as I was
straddling above him at the point where his cock was barely in me,
he lifted me off, flipped me over to my knees, so my ass was
nowhere in the water, only my breasts were hanging low enough to be
getting wet and he plunged into me from behind. Fuck! Faster and
faster he went. He was ready to cum and there was no stopping him
now and I was ready to be fucked like every girl secretly wants to
be.
He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and
made me yell. He knew I liked it rough. He pulled my hair which
arched my back, allowing him to fuck me even deeper. Oh yes! He
grabbed my hair in one hand and placed his other hand on my ass
with his thumb on my asshole. Fuck yes! He pushed his thumb in just
a little. I began to buck in response. That was exactly what he was
going for. He continued to pound my pussy so hard that I thought I
would break in two. It was fucking incredible! Just when I got into
a nice hard rhythm and thought I would cum, he would adjust his
thumb into my asshole just enough that I would wriggle around and
buck and work against it but secretly I loved it. I wanted him to
fuck both my holes and make me his bitch! God! Yes! YES! Pound me,
fuck me, FUCK ME! He was controlling my hips and I was just along
for the ride.