Can’t Help Myself

They were both in front of me on all fours.  “I can’t believe you didn’t text me!” I said putting my foot on Brian’s back and swatting his naked ass with my crop while Jason watched.  “What are you looking at?”  I swatted him across the forearm hard enough to make him wince.
 I felt the warmth between my legs grow.  “You don’t look at me unless you are told.”

The excitement that went through me was like electricity.  The two boys on all fours at the foot of the bed; both in collars attached to leashes in my hand, both in little leather shorts, both waiting for my next instruction.  It was thrilling to have two; Brian was great on his own, but I had been wanting another slave for awhile and, although Jason was new, I was sure he was committed to following my commands.  He didn’t want to disappoint.  I looked down at the tight leather suit I was wearing.

“Unzip me,” I said, lifting Brian’s chin with the leather patch at the end of my crop.

He sat up on all floors and shimmied over in front of me.  I stared down at the front of his shorts, his cock was hard and straining against the tight leather.  It looked uncomfortable but I knew how much he loved the anticipation, the possibility that I might let him come at some point.  He reached up and put his finger and thumb on the zipper’s tab and started to pull.  Jason glanced up at the sound and then quickly turned back to the floor when I raised the crop.  The welt on his arm was red and puffy and he didn’t want another one.  I looked back at Brian who only stared at his fingers knowing better than to look into my eyes unless he was told to.

The zipper slowly started to move down my chest and spread open.  My tits started to push out through the opening and Brian’s eyes devoured them.  “Slower,” I commanded.  He looked into my eyes for a quick second and I could feel his hunger to please me.  I swatted him across the back lightly and he clenched his eyes from the pain.  I pushed his hand away from the zipper and leaned over.  “You like that don’t you?” I whispered in his ear as I wrapped my leather-gloved hand through his hair and pulled his head back, pointing him at my chest.

His eyes were glued to my breasts which were bulging out now, almost ready to fall, everything exposed but the nipples themselves.  “Yes, mistress,” he said, quietly.

Jason was staring too, but he was a young slave, this was his first time, and I let it go.

I moved around the two, looking them over, tugging on their leashes until they moved the way I wanted them to.  Then I leaned over and undid their collars.  “Take your shorts off,” I said, sternly as I paced around them, trailing the end of the crop over their skin; first Brian’s back, following the line I had left, and then Jason’s nipples as he stared down at the floor.

Both sat up on their knees, unbuttoned, and pulled down their zippers, almost in unison.

“Take them off,” I said again, watching both men look at each other as they slid the shorts down their legs.  Both of their cocks were hard and flopped out as they cleared the fabric.  Brian’s was long and arched up toward the ceiling while Jason’s pointed straight out, throbbing with anticipation.  I backed away a little.  “Watch,” I said and both heads looked up at me.  The warmth of pleasure washed over me and I couldn’t help but grin as I pulled the zipper of my suit down until it opened wide.  Both of them watched as the leather opened up.  I looked at Brain and then Jason and felt the first orgasm start to swell inside me.

I stepped between them and slowly onto the bed, giving both of them a look at me as I went by; slowly crawling toward the headboard, swinging my ass as I went, before I turned over and faced them.  “Up on the bed.”  I swatted the mattress calling them up like puppies, which is what they looked like down on the floor, side by side, at the bottom of the bed.

Both of them stood, glanced at each other, and then started to slowly climb toward me.  I spread my legs wide revealing my glistening mound as I watched them crawl over the foot board, their heavy cocks swaying under them as they moved toward me.

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The Stranger

I had seen him the night before; sitting in the hotel lobby and reading a paper.  He was in his mid-thirties, with dark hair, a pressed, long sleeve button up, dress pants, and expensive shoes.  I imagined he was a banker, except his skin was tan from long days in the sun.  We were checking into the hotel, Brad and I, and while Brad talked to the man behind the counter, I couldn’t help myself. 
I looked him over and imagined what he looked like under the business outfit.  I imagined he was strong, with muscles that rippled down his belly, and arms would hold me tight.  He glanced up at one point and saw me staring; our eyes met and then he looked me over, quickly, before smiling, taking off his little wire frame glasses and folding his paper to set it aside.  I blushed and looked back at the front counter.
Brad finished checking us in and once we started walking toward our room, he had already disappeared from the lobby.  I wondered about him all through dinner at the hotel restaurant, just little snatches of thought, imagining what his name was, what he did for a living, and if I would see him again around the hotel.  We had a few drinks at the bar before heading back to our room, I kept looking at everyone who came through the glass doors, but he was nowhere to be found.  That night, while Brad and I fucked on the hotel balcony, I imagined it was him.  I don’t know why.  I don’t usually imagine other guys when I am with Brad, but that night I did. 
We had probably had one too many at the bar.  We were a little drunk and, when we got back to the room, we were both more than a little horny.  I came in and slipped my top over my head as I walked backwards away from him, grinning as my breasts bounced into view and his eyes devoured them.  Then I dropped my skirt, revealing the silk thigh high stockings I knew he loved.  He took off his shirt and started walking toward me and that’s when I started to imagine it was him, the stranger in the lobby, walking toward me with nothing but desire in his eyes.  I could feel the warmth between my legs starting to spread when Brad finally caught up with me and pulled me into his arms.  We kissed passionately, our tongues lashing out between our lips like a duel as we moved out into the cool night air that overlooked the city.    
I reached down and slipped his heavy cock out of his boxers.  I loved Brad’s cock, the heft of it when it was hard; the way it throbbed in my hand when I stroked it.  He gave a slight moan and closed his eyes as I lowered myself to my knees and slipped it between my lips.  I ran my nails lightly down his naked chest as I rolled my tongue around his hot flesh.  He shivered under my touch and I pushed him deeper into my mouth imagining the stranger’s eyes clamped shut as my tongue stroked his length.  I wondered if he was bigger than Brad, thicker maybe, or just longer.  I ran my hand between my legs and my fingers through my wetness.  It was such a turn on, sucking on Brad and imagining the stranger.  I slipped my free hand around the base of his shaft as I stood up and perched my leg on the rail and directed him toward my swollen mound as he kissed my neck and gripped my breast.
My eyes closed and I took a deep breath as Brad pressed his bulk into me.  I imagined it was the stranger’s cock stretching me and throbbing in my wet darkness…

Max and Katie Put on a Show

Sex Stories - Max and Katie Put On A Show
This story is the follow up to Max and Katie Meet Tom; which, if you haven’t read, you probably should as it is the introduction to Max and Katie.
I originally wasn’t sure if I would go back to Max and Katie – they have both featured in other stories some in the first collection (Max, Katie, and Amelie) and some on their own.  They have become my go to cast because each of them is so different. 
You have Max, the perky, sexy little cheerleader who reminds me of myself at her age; super sexually adventurous and loving the spotlight and attention.  Katie is the small town girl who comes to the big university and discovers that life has so much more to offer.  She is always evolving and learning about herself.  Honestly, I am not sure where she will end up; she’s so volatile.
As I mentioned earlier, this one picks up where the first story left off, it actually starts with the last two lines of the first story.  I had mentioned early in the story, in a piece of dialogue, that Katie was expecting a call from “him”; and this is the story where we meet Dave, Katie’s old boyfriend from home via a video chat.
It was a fun little story to write.  It’s great because it starts hot, and then just keeps getting hotter.  7000 words of pure, unadulterated, erotica and I didn’t leave out any details.  If you liked the first story, about how it all started, I am sure you will like this one.  And if you liked this one and haven’t read the first one, it’s worth it to meet them and see how it all got started.
As usual, I will leave you with an excerpt from somewhere in the story and you can click the link in the post’s title to go to Amazon and grab it.  If you enjoy it, please leave a comment either there or here. 

Max fucked her hips against Katie’s fingers, sliding her form onto them, and sending shivers through every nerve of her body.  She couldn’t believe how hot it was to be watched.  She felt like a porn star.  She pulled the see through fabric down and let Katie’s tit flop into her hand.  She wanted to suck on the nipple, wanted Dave to see her suck it.
She slipped her hands under the curve of flesh and lifted herself up to move the stiff flesh between her teeth.  Katie groaned and Max moved her leg gently along Katie’s, watching Dave pump his cock over and over while her own first orgasm started to crescendo.    You wish you were here, don’t you, she thought looking into Dave’s hungry eyes, you wish we could crawl over to you and suck your hard dick, don’t you Dave?  That would finish you off, wouldn’t it?  Katie and Me on our knees in front of you, our tongues running the length of you until you came and let your cum cover our faces and tits.  Katie’s fingers moved inside her and she closed her eyes as the climax hit her, she felt her pussy spasm, her juices slip free, and her body bristle with desire.  She threw her head back and moaned.  “Oh…fuck, Katie, don’t stop!”
 Katie slipped a third finger inside, stretching her friend’s cunt wide.  She could feel Max’s orgasm intensify, the cum dripping down her wrist.  She looked up at Dave, still slowly pumping his cock and suddenly wanted it.  She reached back and slipped her fingers around Tom.  She closed her eyes when she felt Max’s hands travel down her chest, south along her body.  “No, you don’t,” she whispered.  She pulled Tom into view and smiled at Dave who was so mesmerized by the scene his face didn’t even react when he saw the purple dildo.  She slid her fingers out of Max’s snatch and stuck them in her mouth, sucking the nectar off her fingers.Max’s eyes went back and forth between Katie sucking her fingers and Tom ready in her hand.
“You know you want to suck it,” Katie said.Dave watched as Max got on all fours beside Katie and stared at the purple cock in front of her.  He didn’t know what she was going to do, only that he couldn’t take his eyes off her body; the way she arched her back, the way her heavy breasts hung and swayed, the blonde hair such a contrast to Katie’s dark hair.  He squeezed his member and felt the orgasm getting closer.  He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hold it off.