Hi everyone,
After taking a break from writing for a few years, I've decided to try my talents at erotic literature. I'd value any and all feedback, especially from my target audience, which I guess I would say is the "Fifty Shades" crowd. So ladies, particularly married ladies, are invited to write me with ideas, critiques, and fantasies they would like to share. I look forward to your thoughts!
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1
"Wow," Garreth said, kissing Cassandra's cheek and sitting down on the shower wall bench. His cock was still semi hard, but for the moment, he seemed sated, even winded. Cassandra had turned to Stephen, whose cock was at full attention. Her breathing had calmed, and she knew he must be dying for sexual release. And honestly, as horny as she was, she was pretty sure she still had one more round left in her.
She had never felt so alive. The entire experience had been wonderful, but having Garreth take her the way he did in the shower, while her husband had watched, had been the kinkiest thing she had ever done. And it was without a doubt some of the most exciting, satisfying sex she had ever had. But now, she wanted to turn her attention to her man, and please him as he and Garreth had just pleased her.
Cassandra reached down and gripped Stephen's cock and began to stroke it, kissing him with a smile as her nose brushed his. He shuddered with lust as she touched him; this always pleased her, feeling the power she had over him sexually. "What can I do for you, handsome? You feel like you need some relief yourself."
Stephen returned her smile, his hands slipping over her breasts and her belly, the hot water still cascading down across her perfect flesh. "I don't even know. I want everything all at once!"
Cassandra gave her husband one more peck, then knelt before him as he leaned back against the cool tile of the shower wall. "How about I start with this?" she said, kissing his cock before guiding it into her mouth. She slipped her lips down it's length, taking the hard head into the back of her throat. Her hair was hot and drenched, hanging over her shoulders as she bobbed her head back and forth. Stephen groaned and leaned back against the wall. Cassandra reached below and played with his balls gently, rolling them in her hand.
Deep and back. Deep and back. Then she took him as deeply as she could and held his cock there, feeling it pulse on her tongue and between her lips. She slipped her mouth from him and looked up. "Would you like to come in my mouth, honey?"
"I'd love to, but honestly? It's taking every bit of will I have not to drag you back into that bedroom, soaking wet, and fuck your brains out."
Cassandra gave him a sly grin as she stood back up, stroking his cock as she did. "Oh yeah? Well... who's stopping you?" Stephen's grin was wolfish as he gripped Cassandra roughly by the arm and pulled her, still wet, from the shower. She giggled at his intensity and glanced at Garreth as they walked by. "Rest up. I'm not done with you yet, either!" she said, winking at him.
Cassandra reached for a towel, but Stephen just pulled her along, back into the bedroom, where he whirled her around over to the bed, "Aren't you even going to let me towel off?" She said, with a laugh.
"Nope," he said, reaching down to the floor and picking up the terrycloth robe that the hotel had afforded her. He stripped the cloth sashe that acted as the robe's belt out of it, and stalked over to her, grabbing her by the wrist and spinning her around to face the bed. Stephen took her other wrist, placing both hands behind her back, and began to tie them together, one hand over the other. "I like you wet," he said. She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
He stepped around her to sit on the edge of the bed, then taking her by the forearm, he guided Cassandra down, bending her over on his lap into a disciplinary position, her hands bound behind her back. Her ass was still wet, but the cool air of the airconditioned room was stinging her hot flesh. Stephen put one arm around her to hold her steady, and his other hand slipped over her wet, heart shaped buttocks. "You just did a very wicked thing, Mrs. Collins. You were very bad."
She smiled. Cassandra had always loved light bdsm and "discipline play, and had often shared with Stephen her desire to be spanked and pleasured at the same time, and she had always wanted Stephen to take her this way. Her little tryst in the shower with Garreth seemed to have given him an opening. "I WAS very bad," she said in a pouty voice. "But you loved it."
Suddenly, without warning, Stephen's right hand pulled away from her ass and came back, hard, with a loud, crisp WHAP! sounding throughout the entire room as he spanked her right butt cheek. Cassandra gasped as his hand went back to massaging her. "I did, but that doesn't mean you don't have to be disciplined for it. Now, when someone does something that naughty, something that wicked, they have to fully confess it. Are you ready to confess, Cassandra?" WHAP! Another slap, this time on her left ass cheek. The stinging sensation sent electricity through her whole body.
"Yes," she said.
He rubbed where he struck her the first time. It felt like every nerve in her body was coming alive. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir," she husked. "I'll confess."
"Good girl. Now confession requires detail. No holding any back. Do you understand? Every time you don't tell me, in detail, about the wicked things you've done, then I will discipline you. Am I understood, Mrs. Collins?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now what did you do with Garreth this morning?"
Cassandra was getting wet, and not from the shower, as she said, "I let him have sex with me."
SMACK!
"Oh honey," Stephen said, "you did a lot more than that. And you're going to confess it all to me. What did you do to wake him up?"
"I sucked his cock."
"Did you like sucking his cock?" Stephen asked.
"Very much," Cassandra relied.
SMACK!
"That's very wicked, Mrs. Collins. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, sir," Cassandra panted. Her pussy, which only five minutes ago had been completely sated, was now absolutely hungry and wet.
"Did you want him to come in your mouth?" Stephen asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Then why didn't you let him? And remember... full confession."
"Ooooh..." Cassandra mewled. "I wanted him to fuck me first..."
SMACK!
Her entire body jerked as he laid his slap in. When he would strike her, he would immediately go back to rubbing her ass, his hand hot, fingers splayed, massaging soft flesh her deeply. Suddenly his fingers slipped between the crack of her ass and down the slick lips of her pussy, which was still filled with Garreth's semen. Stephen slipped two fingers deep inside Cassandra, and the combination of her arousal, coupled with Garreth's come, let him do so easily. "AAAH!" she cried in surprise and pleasure.
"That doesn't seem to be all you wanted from him, Mrs. Collins. It wasn't, was it?"
Cassandra, didn't answer. She closed her eyes and gasped as his fingers moved inside her. His fingertips danced over her cervix, curved downward, and began pressing against her g-spot. In her ears was a quiet roaring sound, and... suddenly his fingers were gone, and her pussy felt so empty it hurt.
SMACK!
"Oooh god!" Cassandra squealed.
"Answers I like will lead to pleasure. Answers I don't, or failing to answer at all, will lead to discipline. Am I understood, Mrs. Collins?"
"Yuh... Yes sir," Cassandra moaned.
His hand began rubbing her raw, stinging ass again. "Good girl. Now from what I felt inside you, you wanted Garreth to do more than fuck you, didn't you? As much as you would love to taste his come, you wanted it somewhere else first?" Stephen slipped his fingers through her opening, pushing them deep, his movements slow, careful, and excruciating in the pleasure it gave her. "Or am I wrong?"
"No, sir," she breathed. "Yuh... You aren't wrong..."
"Tell me what you wanted."
Cassandra was gently bucking her hips against Stephen's knee in a fucking motion as she whispered, "I wanted him to fuck me and come inside me."
Stephen braced her on his knees so that he could take his left arm from around her front. Now she was splayed out, hand still behind her back, over his knees, and as he continued to move the fingers of his right hand deep within her, his left hand took the role of massaging her ass. "You wanted Garreth to fuck you and come inside you. Did you let him?"
"Yes, sir."
SMACK!
He struck her this time with his left hand, the fingers of his right still moving inside her and without warning, almost out of nowhere, Cassandra was coming. It hit her like a rush, Stephen's fingers dancing against her gspot, coupled with the erotic thrill of his strikes, his discipline. "AAAAH! MMMM GOD!" She cried out, her body convulsing over her husband's knees. Stephen let her ride her orgasm out, his fingers moving inside her, and then the questioning continued.
"I feel his come inside you now, Mrs. Collins. Don't I?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you know why that is so wicked? Don't you?"
Oh God, she thought. He wants to go there. They had tap danced around this issue this morning, but hadn't addressed it. She was nervous, even a bit afraid. And thrilled. "Yes, sir," she moaned. "I know why."
His left hand pressed into her meaty ass as the fingers of his right sped up ever so slightly. "Why?" he asked.
"Because," Cassandra whispered. "He could get me pregnant."
