Erotic Vibrations (3 page)

‘Yes, yes,
fuck me, please,’ she cried, ‘I want you to fuck me, please.’

It was all he
needed. He pulled her legs apart further, removed the vibrator and
pulled her panties all the way down and threw them on the floor. He
moved his cock around the entrance of her sex making him slick with
her juices as she writhed around trying to get it inside her and
then, suddenly, he slammed into her hard. She cried out - as he
filled her up - her eyes wide with surprise.

‘Oh fuck yes,’
she said. ‘Untie my hands. ... Please,’ she said, ‘I want to feel
your body, I want to squeeze your arse, stroke your balls,’ he was
so aroused he almost growled as the thought of her hands and mouth
on him- it threatened to push him over the edge.

‘I love this,’
he said, and he reached up and untied her hands and leaned down to
kiss her neck and her mouth. True to her word, her arms went around
him and she squeezed his backside pulling him in to her and her
fingers stroked his balls.

‘Come on,’ she
said, ‘fuck me harder, yes, yes,’ she said and as he increased the
tempo, his hard cock slammed into her again and again and she
instinctively knew that he was ready to let go. She felt the warm
jet of his climax pump into her as he pounded her - gradually
slowing down until he fell forward on top of her.

‘Hey,’ she
said gently after a few minutes as she started to wriggle around.
‘Michael, don’t fall asleep on me; let’s have another glass of our
champagne, shall we?’

‘Sounds like a
very good idea,’ he said and he manoeuvred his body to sit on the
couch and leant over to pour the champagne and handed her a glass.
She stood up and swallowed a long draft of champagne and pulled her
dress together and began to fasten the buttons.

‘Gabriella,
what do you think you are doing,’ he said. ‘This is by no means
over, I’ve hardly started.’

‘Don’t worry,’
she said, ‘I agree we are not done yet, I’m just going to freshen
up, I suggest you lie back and gather your strength I won’t be
long.’

Before he
could answer, she opened the curtain slightly and pulling it tight
behind her, she stepped through it and was gone.

After a couple
of moments, he jumped up and split the curtain slightly and peered
through the gap, discreetly watching her weave her way through the
room, attracting the attention of many of the men sitting at the
bar.

He was
surprised when she sat down on a high stool at the bar and spoke to
the barman who quickly brought a tall glass of some clear liquid
and set it down in front of her.

One of the men
who had previously had his eyes on her got up and walked over to
her and moved in close, whispering something in her ear.

Michael didn’t
like it, what the fuck was she doing? Who was that man? Did she
know him? Did she want to know him? Michael was transfixed.

The man at the
bar summoned the barman who promptly placed a champagne glass in
front of Gabriella and with a flourish poured some sparkling liquid
into the glass. She drank down the first tall glass of clear liquid
and banged the empty glass down on the bar.

The man looked
at her expectantly and leaned in and seemed to whisper again. She
looked at him, and looked back at the champagne glass and picking
it up she put it to her lips and drained it completely and again
she slammed the glass down on the bar and then threw her head back
and laughed. Standing up, she said something to the man and gave
him a peck on the cheek and walked away toward the back of the
club.

The man looked
after her smiling and shaking his head.

Michael sat
and poured himself another glass of champagne and stretched back on
the couch, his long legs reaching the end whilst he knotted his
arms behind his head wondering what the man had said to her, but
relieved that she hadn’t stayed at the bar. A little while later,
she was back and as Gabriella carefully split the curtain, she was
mesmerised by the sight of him. He was completely naked, his eyes
were closed and his shallow breathing confirmed that he was asleep.
The light from the candles cast soft shadows across his firm strong
body and his muscular arms were flung loosely over his head and
resting on the rail at the end of the couch. Clearly visible was
the long back ribbon used earlier to restrain her - one end still
wound tightly around the brass rail whilst the other, unattached
end dangled tantalisingly loose.

The music
still muted, masked the sounds of her movements as she reached for
her glass and gulped at her champagne and licking her lips she
quietly and carefully picked up the loose end of the ribbon and
almost without touching him, she wound it around his wrists several
times binding them gently together. As he murmured softly in his
sleep, she stopped and held her breath until the moment passed.
Then she moved forward and looped the ribbon through the rails
finally pulling it tight in order to secure the end. She was
surprised that he didn’t wake up, although he was beginning to move
and he opened his eyes. ‘Hello,’ he said sleepily, ‘you’ve been
gone a long time, I fell asleep waiting for you.’

‘Hey, what
have you done?’ he said, pulling on his restraints as he realised
he could not move his hands.

Her mouth
curled into a slow smile. ‘Just going to give you a little taste of
your own medicine,’ she said seductively, ‘see how you like
it.’

‘Now that
isn’t the plan Gabriella,’ he said, now fully awake.

‘It’s a good
plan though, eh? And I think you will like it,’ she continued, ‘I
know that I will.’

As she leaned
in to him and kissed him passionately on the lips - she felt his
cock twitch in response.

‘Fuck you
woman,’ he said.

She pulled
back and began to unfasten the buttons on her dress and, letting it
fall open, she began to lightly stroke her legs and he groaned as
he watched her slip her hand under the lace of the basque,
imagining her fingers gliding into her slick folds.

‘I went to the
bar to get a glass of water,’ she said, her eyes fixed on Michael,
‘and I met a man who offered to buy me some champagne. When I
refused he said he just wanted to imagine something of mine wrapped
around him, my legs or my lips and he wanted to allow his
imagination to wander as the sparkling liquid slipped down my
throat – and then he asked me to reconsider - he told me that it
would make his night. How could I refuse?’

And she
reached over and took another sip of champagne. ‘So I want you to
imagine something of mine wrapped around you. First I’m going to
wrap my lips around you Michael and I want to feel your cock grow
in my mouth as it surrounds you with its warmth,’ she said
seductively.

‘Jesus
Gabriella’ he groaned.

She sat down
between his legs and pushed them apart stroking his ankles and
trailing her fingertips along his naked skin and very slowly up to
the place where his legs met his torso. She leaned down and took
his rapidly hardening cock into her hands and wrapped her lips
around the very tip, sliding down the shaft, her tongue dancing
along the underside until she couldn’t swallow him any further. She
fisted her hands on the base and hollowed her cheeks to suck him
deeper and deeper. She looked up at him watching as her mouth slid
over his now very hard shaft, sliding in and out of her wet mouth
until she moved and her tongue began licking his big cock slowly,
painfully slowly along the length of his now rigid erection.

‘Holy shit,
Gabriella,’ he moaned ‘what you are doing to me?’

How long she
continued to tease him was hard to say and she knew that she didn’t
want to stop - he groaned with pleasure but still kept watching
through hooded eyes.

‘Is that
good?’ she asked, ‘tell me, does it feel good?’

‘Oh my God,’
he said ‘that feels fucking fantastic.’

‘Now, if you
are very good, I am going to lower my wet pussy onto you slowly so
that you can tell me if you think that I am wet enough to fuck you,
okay?’ she teased.

‘Fuck you
woman, wait till I get my hands free, Gabriella, I’ll have you for
this,’ he threatened.

‘I’m sure I
said that if you were good I’d fuck you, but if you’re bad I’ll go
back to kissing your ankles, now which would you prefer?’ she
asked, loving the power that she felt.

‘Get over
here,’ he said ‘I want to feel you on me, I can’t take this.’ He
began to pull on the restraints again.

She positioned
herself just above his erect shaft and hovered over him. Hell he
was so rigid, so hard -she began to slowly impale herself onto
him.

‘Oh God,’ he
breathed, ‘oh woman, that feels so good.’

Slowly, very
slowly, she pushed a little further and a little further - he was
arching his back trying to make complete contact but somehow she
resisted the now enormous temptation to push down on him.

‘Come on,’ she
coaxed, you can do it, fuck me, come on, fuck me harder.’ She
writhed and manoeuvred and teasing him, she leaned back and pulled
her breasts free from the basque, pulling on her hard nipples.
Michael’s head went back and he moaned.

‘I want to
touch you, let me feel you,’ this is torture,’ he growled.

For a few more
moments she only allowed the very tip of his cock to feel her slick
folds then, making the decision that the time was right, she
impaled herself completely in one sudden movement and she couldn’t
help but cry out with the pleasure. Slowly she moved up and down on
him, riding him, sliding in and slowly out - her juices coating his
hardness. She moved a hand down between them and he felt the low
tingle as the first shallow vibrations hit his balls and the base
of his shaft.

‘Oh fuck,’ he
said and threw his head back with a growl.

‘Can you feel
that?’ she asked and her fingers flipped up the speed on the little
remote control - he could feel the increased buzz from the vibrator
as her pelvic muscles squeezed his cock like a velvet covered
fist.

‘Can you feel
how wet I am for you, so wet, your cock will be so slick with my
juices,’ she whispered. ‘If only your hands were free you might
just be able to push me down further or flip me over to take me
from behind. I think you might like that.’

‘Holy shit,
Gabriella, Oh God, oh God yes, yes,’ he said.

But it was
already too late; the sweet friction from his big cock sliding in
and out of her coupled with the heat of the vibrations from the
little machine were simply too much for them both; it was pleasure,
it was pain and it was sweet exquisite torture. They were both
utterly lost in each other - his body bucked and arched and she
felt his hot climax pump into her just as yet another wave of
passion hit her and she screamed out his name.

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Jesse x

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Alex Hardy sat
in his office looking out over the busy city as people swarmed
around like ants in the concrete landscape below. His assistant,
Simon poked his head around the door and said, ‘they are ready for
you now, Mr Hardy’.

‘Oh, okay
Simon, thanks, let’s go, ’Alex said, pushing himself up from the
plush leather swivel chair behind his desk.

Alex Hardy was
the type of man that naturally attracted attention for all the
right reasons. He exuded a certain sort of charisma and when he
spoke, everyone listened; he could definitely command a room. He
was a tall imposing man, dark brown hair with deep set brown eyes
along with the build and broad shoulders of a rugby player.