Your Darkest Desires (Four Complete Short Erotic Stories Of Different Flavors) (2 page)

A brief moment passed, then another, and I waited for the hesitation to put a damper on my plans. When nothing catastrophic happened, I smiled and let my arm relax. My thumb rested on the groove of my thigh, anchoring me as I slipped my fingers a little lower. My movements were slow, deliberate, and extremely unsatisfying – until I caught my clit between two fingers and twisted the nub between them.

Shockwaves shot up my spine, and moaning, I arched my back, forgetting for a moment that I was still in the pool. Water lapped at my cheeks, cooling my suddenly too-hot skin, and the difference in temperature sent another jolt of pleasure through my veins.

Screw being careful. I was doing this the right way. If someone walked in and found me, I’d deal with the consequences later. For now, I needed something – preferably a man, but my fingers would do in a pinch – inside me, and common sense was not going to get in the way of that.

The heat wave had brought out the crazy in everyone else – it was only fitting that I get in on the fun, albeit a little late.

Feeling strangely calm despite my racing heart, I paddled my feet and moved towards the shallow end of the pool. When I was a few feet from the platform-like steps – I refused to be jealous of awesome it would be to lounge there in the summer – I stood upright and set my back to the wall. The water lapped against the swell of my breasts, and I sighed, resting my head against the rough edge of the pool.

My muscles were loose and relaxed, and with my eyes on the cluster of stars in the sky, I shifted my stance until I was comfortable; I hadn’t moved either hand since I’d stopped floating. I teased the nub of nerves, always moving my fingers around or over, but never directly touching, and soon, I was squirming with need.

Instead of giving myself relief, I trailed my other hand lower, pressing a solitary finger against my entrance. I knew it would only worsen the ache and intensify the pressure churning through my body, but I couldn’t stop myself from nudging the finger in. I jerked forward, my hips canting until I was knuckle-deep inside myself. Without conscious thought, my finger crooked and a gasp rang through the air –

Wait, I hadn’t gasped. My lips were pressed together to make sure gasping was the last thing I could do.

I stiffened, letting my arms fall to my sides before craning my neck to look around. My gaze immediately fell on a lone silhouette standing on the opposite edge from me, holding a flashlight. The beam was trained on the water, exactly halfway between the interloper and myself – he would have been able to see everything.

Adrenaline flooded my bloodstream at the thought, and to my irritation, I wasn’t sure if I was panicking about being seen or turned on by the audience. I would have preferred it be the former, but the fact was it had only taken a blackout to get me to skinny dip and then masturbate in my neighbor’s pool. I wasn’t as vanilla as I liked to believe.

So I said nothing. I didn’t freak out or scream for the cops or try to gouge his eyes out with my fingernails. I stood in place, unafraid and unabashed, waiting for him to decide his next move.

Apparently, he wanted to talk. “Do you often get yourself off in other people’s pools?”

In lieu of answering, I frowned. His voice sounded incredibly familiar, but I couldn’t remember why. “No,” I said slowly, still trying to puzzle it out. “This is because of the heat wave.”

He laughed, and recognition sparked at the deep, rich sound – I knew that sound. I’d spent half my sophomore year at college trying to draw that sound out of my surly, unsmiling partner for Intro to Social Justice. He’d left midway through the semester, leaving me with a slightly broken heart and a bitch of a paper to finish alone. I couldn’t blame him, though – I’d known his parents were uptight. When I’d heard that they’d pulled his tuition and sent him to a technical school back East, I’d forgiven him for taking off without a word; suffering through the sciences for four years was punishment enough.

I shook my head, partly to break my train of thoughts but mostly in denial. It couldn’t be him. He might have been a year older than I was, but this place was way too swanky for someone his age – even if he had sold his soul in order to race to the top of the corporate ladder or whatever it was he did all day.

He was saying something, and with an effort, I drew my focus back. “You know, if you wanted to use my brother’s pool, Sophie, all you had to do was ask.”

I swore under my breath; with the voice and the laugh and the fact that he knew my name, denial wasn’t going to work anymore. “Reid,” I growled, and his shadowed head inclined in greeting. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m house-sitting for my brother,” he replied, setting the flashlight on the edge at an angle, so the light bounced off the steps. As he spoke, he shifted around on the edge, and it took me a minute to realize he was shucking off his clothes. “He was a little worried that people might break in and steal his shit, so he insisted I stay here. I don’t think he even considered anticipating someone like you,” he added, his grin evident in his voice.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” I asked, watching him slide into the pool with a muted splash; I had no idea why I wasn’t telling him to fuck off instead. “A job, maybe? Or a girlfriend who doesn’t mind your technical school education?”

“My job,” he said, slowly wading towards me. “I can do from anywhere. I just need a computer and an internet connection. My girlfriend,” he went on, less than five feet away from me now. “She’s a little imaginary.”

Reid stopped, standing so close to me that I could feel the heat spreading from his body to mine. I looked up at him, taking in his square jaw and his slightly dented nose, mentally approving the way his blond hair curled around his ears; I vocally approved of the pure lust glinting in his light brown eyes.

It was on.

Drawing in a shaky breath, I pushed off the wall and let the water take me closer to him. “She can’t be a little imaginary,” I countered, my voice cracking when our bodies touched. “She’s either real or she isn’t. Which is it?”

“She’s a real person,” Reid murmured, his hands curving around my hips, coming to rest along my rump. “But I haven’t seen her since college, and I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

My arms went around his shoulders, and with a soft smile, I pulled him forward. “So she had a thing for you in college?”

“She spent all her free time with me,” he said, walking us backwards until my back hit tile again. His fingers dug into my flesh, and my spine arched. “She kept trying to make me laugh, and every time I did, she’d light up.” He pressed his lips to the hollow beneath my jaw, his stubble sparking pinpricks of heat on my skin. “I’m pretty sure we would have been amazing together, but my parents pulled me out of there before I could do anything about it.”

“Tough luck,” I breathed, rubbing my foot against his calf. His lean erection was nudging my hip, and if we hadn’t been in a pool, I’d have wanted to taste him. Who was I kidding? I still wanted to taste him – drowning would be worth it. “You want to do something about it now?”

Reid straightened, and his shadowed eyes locked on mine. “Can I?”

My answer was to wrap my legs around his hips and lick my way into his mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, nearly swallowing his tongue when his cock slipped between my thighs. There was a tiny moment of hesitation, then some fumbling that I was too distracted to pay attention to, and I surged forward as he pushed into me in one fluid motion.

Reid was generous enough to give me five whole seconds to appreciate how well his body fit against mine – a task not easy to accomplish with the way his lips were thoroughly ravaging my tongue – and then, he began rocking into my hips.

“So,” he grunted, his movements sending chlorine-scented water into my hair. “I’ve always wanted to defile every room in my brother’s concrete mansion.”

The lightning in my brain was making it impossible to attempt speech, but I managed a half-questioning, half-delirious sound. Evidently pleased by my effort, he reached up and clamped my nipples between his blunt fingernails, and all of a sudden, my limbs felt too heavy.

“There hasn’t been anyone I’ve wanted to invite along, not until just now,” he went on. I couldn’t be too offended that he was still able to talk – his muscles were strung like piano wire beneath my skin, and every syllable sounded like it required energy he didn’t have. “You would make a perfect partner in crime.”

I made another unintelligible sound, canting my pelvis against his, trying to get that one itch scratched. There was an angle I needed, but his grip on my body was making it impossible to get there.

“Are you up for that?” Reid panted. His thrusts were getting sloppy, making the water foam around our entwined bodies. The fingers on my breast slid lower, lower, so close, almost there –

“Yes,” I moaned, either in reply to his question or because his calloused fingertip stroked my clit. One more flick of his finger sent me soaring out of my body and into the ether, my mind alight with pleasure. My heels dug into his muscular thighs as my orgasm spread all the way down to my toes, and I rocked into him with no rhyme or reason, desperate to draw it out as long as I possibly could.

Reid pinned me to the wall when he stilled, and the sensation of his weight pressing into my skin was too much to take. My head dropped onto his shoulder, and the sound of our too-loud breathing made me want to start all over again.

“I might need a few minutes,” Reid said, and with a start, I realized I’d spoken aloud. “But you’re up for more, right?”

How could he even ask me that? It was a miracle he’d made it through tech school. Shaking my head, I glanced up at him. He looked so nervous, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Don’t we have a huge house to defile?”

Swingers Club Orgy

My heart hammered in my chest as I drove down the deserted highway. Julia, my wife, sat quiet in the passenger seat, staring absently out the window. Both of us seemed to be on edge about tonight's appointment. Would we fit in? Would it be as much fun as the website made it out to be? Or would we want to leave as soon as we walked in?

Julia had found the website. It detailed a Swinger's Club, they called themselves Midnight Climaxes, that held weekly "meetings" though it was pretty clear by meeting they meant orgy. She had been intrigued by the idea and showed me the website. We'd spoken a few times about spicing our sex life up a bit, even tossing around the idea of inviting other people into the bedroom. A swinger's club sounded like the perfect option.

Only couples were allowed at the club, so there wasn't much risk for one of us to fall for the other person. Before you could get admission you had to go through a stringent background check, medical exam, and interview. They took safety very seriously.

We'd eagerly made an appointment to meet with those who ran the club. The professionalism had pleased us, so we'd gone through with all of the requirements. Now that we officially had our membership cards, we could attend any of the meetings. Tonight's was the first meeting since receiving our approval.

Though we'd been excited about tonight, now that we were actually on our way there, the excitement seemed to wane. Nervousness replaced the void, making us reconsider our choice. Would this be for us? We'd already paid a month's membership dues, so I hoped so. Though even if it didn't work out, at least we'd have learned something from it.

With any luck though, things would go spectacularly. Obviously, some people enjoyed it or else clubs like this wouldn't exist. I wouldn't know if I was one of those people until I tried. I took a deep breath and pushed the doubts from my mind. There wasn't any point in worrying. If I didn't go in with an open mind, there was no chance I'd enjoy my time there.

I glanced over at Julia and saw the worry etched on her face. Reaching over, I took her hand in my own. I gave her a reassuring smile, then turned my attention back to the road. Worse comes to worse, we could always just have sex with each other. There weren't any rules saying we
had
to have sex with other people.

Far too soon for my liking, I pulled into the nondescript parking lot. The bland exterior gave no inkling of what forbidden taboos went on within its walls. No signs advertised the club, nor were there any other markers that would give away their secrets. Without already knowing what the building housed, you'd never realize what went on beyond the concrete walls.

The parking lot already had numerous cars in it. From a quick count, there had to be at least a dozen couples already inside. I glanced at the dashboard clock; we still had about five minutes before the meeting officially started. What were they all doing inside? Were they just sitting around talking, waiting for the clock to strike eleven? Or had the early arrivals already begun? Would everyone be nude and fucking when we walked in the door?

I took a couple deep breaths before turning the car off and removing my seatbelt. I looked over at Julia and tried to smile again, though I'm sure it looked forced. "Are you ready?"

Julia nodded, but didn't speak. The two of us exited the car and headed up to the building. As we walked, I slipped my arm around her waist, trying to offer a bit of comfort. When we approached the thick, metal doors, I pulled out the ID card I'd been given and tapped it against the small control pad. Immediately, a click echoed through the empty lot, and I pulled the door open.

Within seconds of us walking in, a woman appeared from the room behind the desk. Dressed in business attire, she walked over to us, a grin on her face. "You must be the Clarks! Alexa Marsh told me to expect you." She extended her hand. "My name is Adriana. I'm the manager on duty tonight. This is your first meeting with us, correct?"

I nodded, and she continued speaking. "Perfect! I'll take you back to our changing rooms and give you a little bit of a tour."

She turned and headed down the corridor. Locked offices stood on either side. Once we reached the end of the corridor, she pushed open a large swinging door, leading us into what reminded me of a high school looker room. There were tons of lockers; enough to easily hold the belongings of a hundred people.

"This is our changing room. Each couple is issued a locker to use. You can put your clothes and any valuables inside to ensure they stay safe during your visit. Your locker number will be located on your ID cards. All the lockers use finger print scanners, so you won't have to worry about stowing a key while you're here. Your locker will already be programmed to both of your right index fingers. Either one of you will be able to open the locker."

She moved on, leading us to the back of the locker room. The room narrowed to a hallway, roughly the same width as the one we'd just walked through. She paused half way down the hall with a swinging door on each side of her.

"These are the bathrooms, one for men and one for women. We don't allow men into the women's restroom and vice versa with the men's restroom. I should also point out that sex is not allowed within the locker room, the bathrooms, or the sauna. You must also be fully clothed when going out into the main corridor."

Already I was impressed with the place. For what was essentially a place for people to come fuck like rabbits, it was very professional. They obviously took their business very seriously.

"At the end of this hall is the door to the sauna. The sauna is unisex and clothing optional, though like I said, sex is not allowed. You'll receive one warning if you're caught; after that, you'll be asked to forfeit your membership cards and not return."

She walked passed us, back into the locker room. "There are showers in both restrooms, for those guests who prefer to wash up before leaving or even before heading upstairs." When we reached a door to the right of the hall, she paused again. "This is the stairwell upstairs. Up there you'll find many different rooms. Some are simply bedrooms for guests to enjoy private time together. Others are specialty rooms for people who enjoy BDSM and other kinks. There's also the main room, which has many places for couples to enjoy sexual acts with each other in the open."

She took a deep breath before continuing. Obviously she'd spent quite a bit of time rehearsing her little speech. "Every room is equipped with lubricants and sanitary cloths to clean up with, as well as condoms. The use of condoms is left up to each individual couple. Please respect the choices of the other couples. Anyone trying to force unprotected sex on another, or trying to force themselves on another person in anyway, will be immediately asked to leave, with no warnings. Do you have any questions?"

My head spun with all the information she'd given us. At that moment, I couldn't think of a single question to ask her though, so I just shook my head. Julia also shook her head; she still hadn't spoken since we'd left home. Was she having second thoughts about all of this?

"Great!" Adriana clapped her hands together. "I'll let you guys get changed and head upstairs then. If you need anything, I'll be in the main office. You can also use an intercom in any room if you have any questions. Enjoy your first night!" She flashed us another smile, then headed out the door we'd come through.

I looked over at Julia ,and we locked eyes. A mix of lust and nervousness warred for control. I leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her tender lips, then pulled out my ID card again. Locker 46.

Once we found our locker, I opened it, and the two of us began to remove all of our clothing, stuffing it all neatly inside the small, metal box. Once naked, we looked each other up and down.

Julia's breasts stood firm and perky, just as they had the day we'd met. Though it had been almost ten years now, she still hadn't aged a day to me. Her pussy, which normally sported a trimmed bush, was shaved bare in preparation for tonight. I'd trimmed my own bush mush shorter than I usually bothered. Both of us had wanted to put our best foot forward.

I walked the few steps between us and wrapped my arms around Julia's waist. I kissed along her neck, then whispered in her ear. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just nervous," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"Do you want to leave?" When she shook her head, I continued. "We can always snag one of those private rooms, if you want." Again, Julia shook her head. "Oh? You want an audience? Want to let a whole group of people watch us fuck?" This time, Julia nodded.

My cock came to life immediately. The prospect of having an audience while we had sex turned me on. I'd watched plenty of amateur videos online of couples having sex. If tonight went well, perhaps Julia would let me share one of our private video with the internet. That would have to wait though. Right now, we had other plans.

I took Julia's hand in mine, then led her to the stairwell, shutting the locker door as I walked passed. Once we'd reached the second floor, I paused outside the door. When Julia smiled shyly at me, I pushed it opened and walked into the deserted corridor. Part of me expected to see couples having sex right there in the hallway, though I knew that wasn't likely. They had rooms for a reason.

A small plastic sign hung on the wall before us. I glanced over the list of rooms and their locations, then turned to the left and headed toward where the main room would be. When we stopped in front of the large double doors, I realized none of the doors we'd seen had windows or any way to see inside. I assumed that had been done on purpose, to give at least a little bit of privacy.

Light moans drifted out from the room as I stared at the wooden door. My cock twitched and throbbed, slowly taking control of my body. With one last glance at Julia, I pushed open the doors and stepped into the well lit room.

Small couches, futons, and other plush furnishings were scattered throughout the rooms. Atop a half dozen of those furnishings were various couples, threesomes, and even a group of four people having sex. No one even looked up when we walked in, everyone lost in their own worlds of pleasure.

I guided Julia over to a large, neon green rectangle. She laid down on it, without saying a word. I briefly considered just getting on top of her and fucking her brains out, but that wouldn't do. The night was young, and a good night of sex always started with foreplay. I did indeed climb on top of her, but instead of sliding my cock into her, I pressed my lips to her neck and left a trail of kisses down her body. Her flesh was warm and smooth beneath my lips. When I reached her breasts, I took each of her hard nubs in my mouth in turn, nibbling on them before continuing my journey down her body.

The sweat and salty taste of Julia's body sent a fire racing through my own body. It was as if every nerve ending stood on end. By the time I reached the top of Julia's mound, I desperately wanted to come. But this was Julia's time, not mine. I'd have plenty of time to empty my balls later.

Julia spread her legs wide, allowing me uninhibited access to her sex. I reached up and spread her cunt, then ran my tongue along her slit, eliciting high pitched moans from her. Each time I ran my tongue the length of her, she shuddered.

When a hand ran down my back, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I glanced over my shoulder to see a man in his early twenties standing behind me, his cock hard as a rock.

"Can I join the fun?"

I nodded, and he grinned at me. But instead of moving over to touch Julia, he began running his hands over my bare back, then down my ass and thighs. I'd never considered having sex with a man before, but as this guy gently caressed my bare skin, I was willing to try it.

I resumed licking and sucking at Julia's cunt as this mystery man continued to touch every inch of my exposed body. Every inch, that is, except my cock. By this point I was almost painfully hard. I didn't care who touched me, but if someone didn't grab my cock and start stroking soon, I would go insane.

Finally, after a few more minutes of teasing, the man reached between my legs and grasped my cock. I let out a moan and my entire body seemed to shudder under his touch. Julia moved her legs from beside me and placed them on my shoulders, pulling me against her swollen sex.

The guy moved up onto the couch behind me, leaning over my body. His own hard cock pressed against my ass, though thankfully he didn't try to fuck me. Instead, he began kissing at my neck, just like I'd done to Julia.

As I continued to lap at Julia's now dripping pussy, the man continued to stroke my cock, rubbing his own against my bare backside at the same time. The three of us all seemed to be in sync, each shuddering and moaning at the same time.

The mystery man was the first to take the plunge over the edge. His humping became erratic as he moaned in my ear. Then he thrust one last time, and seconds later, I felt cum splash onto my back. The sticky material was red hot on my skin.

My tongue became a jackhammer as I continued to eat Julia out. Her legs moved from my shoulders to wrap around my head as she approached her own point of no return. I didn't have to wait long before her high pitched squeaks became louder and louder, reverberating throughout the room. Despite the numerous other people having sex around us, Julia's moans drowned out everything else.

Her pussy flooded with succulent juices I eagerly licked up. I loved the taste of her; nothing else even compared to it. Feeling her pussy contract against my tongue, tasting her, and feeling another man's cum on my bare skin combined to bring me over the edge.