The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (42 page)

More ties. One more. I untied her hands long enough for me to wrap one tie around her left wrist and secure it to the bedhead. She made no move to resist, so it was easy for me to take the other
arm and secure it to the opposite post, giving her an erotic Y shape.

She took her time settling, unfamiliar with the fact she now was helpless. She’d played with the words and played with the ideas and now she was there. But she didn’t struggle, not
yet.

After maybe five long minutes she spoke. “Are you going to keep me like this?”

“Any reason why I shouldn’t? You have your safe word if you need it.”

“I know,” she added, a certain indication she wasn’t going to use it, for the moment at least.

My hands returned to her breasts again, firmer this time, using both hands on both breasts. When no complaint came, I unfastened her dress. How thoughtful (and perhaps planned) of her to wear
one that buttoned up the front. Beneath, as I always knew there would be, I found black lace. Not quite see-through but not far off. She tugged at her bonds, not so much to try to get free, I
imagined, as to assure herself she couldn’t.

A few minutes later my own impatience made me pull down the lacy cups of her bra and feast my eyes – closely followed by my hands and soon afterwards my mouth – on areas of her body
I’d only ever fantasized about beforehand. I was getting uncomfortably excited and, judging from her jerky reactions, so was she.

“I can still move,” she goaded, bringing her bound legs up off the bed to demonstrate. It was a clear challenge, one I was happy to accept. Untying her knees and her ankles, I used
the two ties to secure her feet, turning her comfortable Y into a slightly stretched X, and causing her errant hemline to show me all of those sexy stockings and the suspenders that held them so
erotically taut.

“Now you can’t move,” I reminded her.

“No,” she said quietly.

I settled to caressing and kissing her breasts and neck again, rewarded by contented moans. My hands strayed too – downwards, over her rucked-up skirt and onto her surprisingly cool
thighs, then down to feel the nylons and suspenders. Then, tentatively, upwards until they grazed the tiny strip of fabric that hid her remaining modesty. Her jerks continued as I pulled it aside
and investigated her warm wetness.

“Fuck me,” was all she could grunt out. Such language from such a naive lady. What could I do but oblige?

That started a relationship that goes on today. That’s my confession. I screwed my wife’s best friend. The fact I’m still doing it, experimenting in ways that are as far out as
our combined imaginations can invent, including her very own isolation box. But all that is fact – I have no need to confess that to anyone.

Simon, Brisbane

Annie and I had been friends for years, and though we went out occasionally, we weren’t really dating; she was cute, but skinny, and I preferred busty women – and
so did she. But when she invited me to a sneak preview of the latest
Star Trek
movie organized by the local fan club, I decided it beat sitting home alone, and that’s how I met
Helena.

Annie and I had barely walked into the lobby when Helena emerged from the costumed crowd and rushed up to give Annie a hug. I looked down, and my eyes locked on to a magnificent display of
creamy cleavage; it took a huge effort to look up again. She was rather plump, but breasts that large wouldn’t have fitted on a skinny frame, any more than her grin would have fitted on a
narrow face. “We haven’t met, have we?” she purred.

Annie introduced us, and then introduced me to Paul, Helena’s date. I resigned myself to watching the movie, but was pleasantly surprised when Helena sat next to me. Paul and Annie stared
at the screen as though hypnotized, while Helena concentrated on entertaining me – shifting in her seat so that her tits swayed, dropping popcorn into her cleavage and fishing it out, even
pressing her boobs against my arm and brushing her hand across my hard-on as she leaned over me to whisper to Annie. She kissed both of us goodbye after the movie and, as I drove Annie home, she
commented, “You and Helena seemed to hit it off.”

I shrugged. “How long have she and Paul been together?”

“They’re not. She’s just come over here for a few weeks to get over her divorce and make up for lost time, as she puts it.” She said it warmly, without a hint of
disapproval. “Look, it’s the club’s Christmas party on Saturday; do you want to come? You won’t have to wear a costume.”

I’m not sure why I said yes – maybe to make up for staring at another woman’s breasts all night – but I’m glad I did. When I arrived, I saw Helena sitting on a
chair in the kitchen clad only in an old towel and green body paint, which Annie was applying to her neck and back.

“I’m going as an Orion slave girl,” Helena explained, “and Annie’s doing the parts I can’t see well enough to do myself. Do you want to help?”

I glanced at Annie, who grinned and handed me another pot of paint. “Uh . . . OK. Where should I start?”

In reply, Helena dropped the towel. The tops of her breasts were painted down to within an inch of her nipples, and her belly and thighs were also green, leaving only two narrow bands of pale
pink. She grabbed both of her nipples – they were already swollen – and hoisted them up to her chin, saying, “I can’t see below here.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I scooped the paint onto my fingers, as Annie was doing, and began rubbing it onto the underside of Helena’s sensational silken-soft breasts. She
let go of her right nipple, and the full weight of that magnificent mountain fell into my hands. I saw Annie lean over Helena’s shoulder and start nibbling her ear, and Helena grabbed the
back of my neck and pushed my face into her cleavage, smearing my cheeks with green paint. More by good luck than good aim, one of her nipples found its way into my mouth, and I began sucking on it
eagerly while she reached down and unfastened my jeans. I felt something brush against my ear, and looked over to see Annie sucking on Helena’s other breast. A hand began stroking my cock,
and when I reached between Helena’s thighs, I found that Annie’s hand had beaten me there and was already deep in her folds, her thumb expertly rubbing Helena’s clit. The next
thing I knew, I was sitting in the chair, with Helena kneeling between my thighs while straddling Annie’s face. She wrapped her beautiful boobs around my cock, and grinned up at me before
bending her neck and kissing and licking the head of my cock as it emerged from that heavenly valley. The warm smooth softness of her billowing breasts sliding along my shaft, her heartbeat close
to my throbbing cock, the way she teased me with her tongue and lips, and her expression as she came, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’, soon pushed me over the edge, sending my come
fountaining into the air and splashing onto her face and tits. She giggled as she licked up as much of my jizz as her tongue could reach, and soon Annie emerged to lick up the rest. I watched,
entranced, as they lay on the floor sucking on each other’s breasts, then kissed their way down each other’s bodies until they were sixty-nining in front of me.

After a few minutes, I suggested that we’d all be more comfortable on the bed, and they agreed. We staggered towards the bedroom with our arms around each other, then Annie collapsed onto
the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. Helena dropped to her knees between Annie’s thighs and began rubbing her boobs over her crotch, teasing her clit with her nipples, spreading her
pussy lips with her milky flesh. Annie grabbed me and pulled me down towards her mouth, then quickly sucked me back to a full erection. Helena watched, a greedy gleam in her eyes. Annie rolled me
onto my back, grabbed a condom out of the nightstand, and barely had time to put it on me before Helena pounced on me. She rode me frantically, coming time after time until I climaxed, while Annie
sat on my face and kissed her, and we both fondled her awe-inspiring boobs. Finally, Helena collapsed onto the bed, and the three of us lay huddled together, touching each other gently, playfully,
all smeared with come and pussy juice and green paint.

We never did make it to that party; in fact, we hardly left the apartment until we drove Helena back to the airport a week later! She’s promised to come back soon – but whether she
does or not, green is now definitely my favourite colour.

Dave, Watford

My wife, Lesley, and I recently rented out a room in our house to a sexy young thing named Megan. We were careful in our selection, as we wanted just the right type of tenant
– a quiet, well-behaved, good-looking girl who would take it any way we gave it to her. You see, she was to be our personal sex toy.

Megan fit the bill to a T. She was a shy, dark-haired nineteen-year-old with big, violet eyes, smooth, pale skin, a cute, round ass and a pair of jutting tits capped by hard, pink nipples. She
was a bookworm and a depraved sex slave in one, her quiet demeanour belying the fiery need that burned deep within her.

The first day she was with us, we had a fairly conventional threesome; I banged her from behind while she ate out my wife. From there, however, things degenerated nicely. Bondage, spanking,
water sports, you name it, we did it to Megan; and she took it and loved it. Then, one night, we interrupted the petite girl’s studies by telling her that she was going to receive some
DP.

“Bum and pussy at the same time?” she enquired, looking and sounding innocent, her eyes wide as she stared at the huge, black cock that dangled from Lesley’s strap-on.

“Strip!” was how I responded to her impertinence.

She got up from behind her desk and did a slow, awkward striptease, first pulling off her sweater, and then unhooking her skirt and letting it fall at her feet. Lesley stroked my rigid cock as I
pulled on her own flesh-feeling dong, as we watched our come girl remove her clothing. Megan unfastened and shrugged off her bra, and her ripe nipples swelled visibly in the humid air. She kicked
aside her shoes and tugged off her knee socks, then turned her back to us and slid her panties over and down her heart-shaped ass.

Once she was as naked as we were, she crawled onto her bed and lay on her back, tentatively slid a trembling hand down to her shaved pussy and rubbed her clit while she sucked her thumb and
awaited further instructions. I nodded at Lesley, and we joined the wanton nympho on her bed. I ordered Megan to climb on top of me, and she quickly straddled my swollen cock with her plump ass
cheeks. My wife lubed her cock and Megan’s virgin asshole.

I told Megan what to do, and she gripped my long, hard rod and slowly lowered her tight, damp quim down onto my mushroomed dick head. She eased my straining prong into her glistening, baby-faced
slit, until her bum touched my thighs and my cock was buried to the balls inside her cunt. I pulled the whimpering girl down to my chest, and then I grabbed her bottom and spread her butt cheeks,
allowing Lesley to push her big, black cock top into Megan’s tiny, petulant starfish.

The girl moaned into my mouth as I savagely Frenched her, as Lesley pushed forwards and ploughed her giant, ebony dong into Megan’s gripping bunghole. Lesley’s face was a mask of
grim, sexual determination as she drove her thick faux-cock deep into Megan’s quivering bum, then began churning her hips, fucking Megan’s violated anus. I slid my own hard-on back and
forth inside the groaning girl’s drenched pussy, and Lesley and I were quickly pounding that reckless, obedient teenager from front and rear.

“God, she’s tight!” Lesley hissed at me.

I grunted my agreement.

Lesley gripped the fuck doll’s slim waist and plundered her ass with the hip-mounted dildo, spanking Megan’s rippling butt cheeks each time she banged into her. I slammed the
overwhelmed teen’s pussy faster and faster and faster, keeping wicked time with my wife’s full-bore ass assault. I squeezed and kneaded Megan’s firm tits, pinched and pulled her
rubbery nipples, as Lesley and I savaged the girl’s stretched-out sex holes.

“Yes!” Megan squealed, her eyes shut tight, tears rolling down her lust-contorted face, her lush body dewy with sweat.

I pounded Megan’s cunt with my enraged cock, while Lesley hammered the sex-crazed girl’s rump. We relentlessly double-fucked our superheated sex toy for a long, long time, pummelling
her glorious openings with our fire-hardened cocks.

Then I felt the come begin to boil in my balls, and I yelled at my wife to pull me out of Megan’s hot, dripping pussy. She first ripped her own cock out of the moaning girl’s gaping
ass, and then tore me free and polished my coursing, juice-slick meat as I blasted thick, white-hot ropes of jism onto Megan’s ass, onto my wife’s night-shaded dong. My body jerked with
ecstasy as Lesley hand-pumped my throbbing cock of its heavy load of sizzling semen.

When I’d spilled the last of my seed, Lesley brought her come-covered cock over to Megan’s gasping mouth and ordered the girl to suck on it. Megan licked my sperm off my wife’s
ten-inch rod, before Lesley jammed it down her throat for a real blow job.

Megan was sore for a couple of days after that night, but we really didn’t care. After all, she had to earn her keep like the rest of us.

James, Oxford

My hottest sexual experience was with my married lover. She’d recently had a baby and her body was luscious with womanly curves and soft flesh. Peeling her clothes off
revealed such a different figure than her pregnant form that I felt like I was with a new mistress; I wanted to run my tongue along every single stretch mark, to let my fingers explore all her new
contours. But she was desperate for my cock; she barely allowed me the time to undress her before pulling and pushing me to the floor, unzipping my fly and plunging herself down on my hard prick.
She rode me entirely for her own pleasure, she seemed totally oblivious to me, I could have been any man or even a lifeless sex toy. Her energy and attitude turned me on even more than her naked
body; I was desperate to get her attention. I matched her strokes and thrust hard up into her; she didn’t even look at me, her head thrown back, her mouth open, screaming out her ecstasy. I
rubbed her clit with my thumb, grabbed her hand and sucked on her fingers, lightly brushed my fingers over her nipples, all the things that she normally loved, and even though they seemed to
increase her enjoyment she still did not look at me. I was only a cock for her hungry cunt.