Dirty Excerpt: Black Friday/Cyber Monday

Black Friday/Cyber Monday:

 

Six friends get together each Black Friday for a mall contest. The girls compete for the best bargains; the guys dream up a "sex in the mall" contest--find women to fuck them in the mall--and provide video evidence.

But Dwayne is not a good looking man. His "rat face" makes it hard to meet women.

Fortunately, "chunky but spunky" Barb offers to help him out by fucking him in the Pearle Vision office. When they edit their video, they realize that they've been attracted to each other for years.

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Rocco made his arrangements with Penny and returned to Lisa. “Did you come up with a location for us to make this audition video?”

“My sister works at the Hallmark store. She thinks she could sneak us into the back room for a few minutes. We have to be quick and quiet though. What do you think?”
“Let’s do it.”

The Hallmark store was packed, and it was hard to get around all of the people trying to buy ornaments, Yankee Candles, and other Christmas crap. Lisa spotted her sister and tried to flag her down. The amalgam of scents from the candles and the cacophony of voices and singing, dancing Santas and musical decorations hit Rocco like a brick wall. This is the unsexiest place ever, he thought. It’s a good thing she’s hot.

He looked around the chaos. “How the fuck are we gonna get back there?”

“My sister’s gonna drop something to create a diversion. That will be our cue to bolt for the back door,” Lisa said as she tried to guide Rocco closer to the back of the store.

CRASH!

“C’mon.” Her sister met them in the doorway, led them to a supply closet in the back, turned on the light, and grabbed a broom. She turned and gave Rocco the once-over. She reached up and touched his long, angular face and let her fingertip settle in the cleft in his chin for a moment.

Rocco smiled, encouraging her.

“I have, like, one second here. Can you take your shirt off so I can see if your abs are as hard as they look through your shirt?”

Lisa pulled him by the hand into the closet and helped him pull off his t-shirt. Her sister’s eyes bulged as they traced the hard lines of his six-pack. Lisa reached around from behind and put her hands over his nipples, making Rocco and both girls shudder.

“Get out of here,” Lisa said to her sister. “You’re gonna get fired!”

Lisa closed the door behind her and said, “Do you have your camera ready so I can take my clothes off? I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

“You are so perfect for this video, babe. I’m all set. Go ahead and strip for me.” He pointed the camera and hit the record button.

She swayed her hips as she unbuttoned her jeans. They were so tight, she had trouble pulling them down, but she quickly discarded them and pulled off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, leaving her in only her lacy pink panties.

Rocco groaned as his cock swelled. “Oh, you are so sexy, babe.” He reached out to touch her rose-colored nipples and gave each small tit a squeeze. Big, full boobs were his favorite, but he couldn’t resist tiny little tits on a small girl either.
“Careful, you’re shaking the camera,” she said. “You don’t want to mess up my audition tape.”

“Mmm. Take your panties off. I want to see your pussy.”

She hooked her thumbs through the silky fabric and took them down, just a little bit. She turned away from him, giving him a glance at the top of her cheeks and the crack in between. She turned again, this time dropping her panties to the bottom of her slim buttocks. Her thumbs remained hooked in the fabric as she turned to face him.

“Oh, babe,” he said when he saw her for the first time from the front. She let the panties fall to the floor and stepped out of them, spreading her legs enough to allow Rocco to see her pink lips before she turned away from him. She bent at the waist, legs apart, and pulled her ass cheeks open with her hand, revealing her rosebud. 

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Dirty Excerpt: Collared in the Temple of Dendur

The Temple of Dendur Exhibit: Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City

I wrote this story for a writer friend, Shea Mara (shea_blue on Literotica) who writes light BDSM- heavy on the D/s, light on the B/D and the S/M. Her BDSM stories often feature sex in a hotel lobby or a Starbucks bathroom. Shea's avatar on Literotica is a blue scarab.

When I was in high school, an Egyptian man who worked with my mother gave her a scarab carved from some kind of blue stone. He said it was for luck. We had no idea if it was luck or a curse, and the Internet was ten years away at that point. When I started writing the story, I thought about that blue scarab, which led me to setting the story of public sex in the Temple of Dendur exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. I'd been there with a group of foreign language teachers in 2002, and combined with what I could look at online, I think it worked.

Here's a dirty excerpt: 

The couple in the temple with us spoke a language I didn't recognize, and I felt as though they stood right behind us, waiting their turn to see what was etched on the wall where we stood. They must have assumed that they'd find some important treasure there if this professor was giving private lessons to his conscientious student, who was writing each word with loving care. I gave a quiet sigh of relief when I realized that they probably didn't understand what Ammon said. I saw them leave out of the corner of my eye.

He slipped his fingers between my lips, into my cunt. "Dripping wet, love. You want this, don't you?" I nodded silently, and he moved his fingers to my clit. I fought to stay still, to wait for his attention to the erect nub. My pussy burned with the need to come, but I wouldn't until he said it was time. That was our agreement. My hips wanted to move, but I stood as still as the replica of the Sphinx next to the temple, waiting for his instruction.

Instead, he moved his finger back to my opening, and pushed two fingers inside me, his fingertips brushing my G-spot. I craved movement, but I remained in place, screaming silently in my head, "Oh my god, just rub my fucking clit." After six months of his training, I knew. The anticipation made the orgasm hotter and sweeter. It would be worth the wait.

He pulled his fingers out of me and placed them against my mouth. "Taste yourself, love," he said, not bothering to whisper. We were alone in the temple for a moment. I parted my lips and sucked his fingers into my mouth. He spread his fingers so that one went to each side of my mouth, and I could taste the salty flavor of my own cunt spreading across my tongue. I licked them clean, sucking on them, trying to drive him to fuck me.

"Take your folio in your left hand. Leave it open. Take your right hand and put it between your legs," he said, still in a tone loud enough for other visitors to hear. "Good girl. Don't move your fingers yet." I was worried about my skirt being lifted in the front, but his large frame hid my body from the tourists that popped their heads around the corner to see what was in the temple. The museum would be closing in forty-five minutes. They didn't have time to linger in the ancient structure.

I was overcome with lust. I needed to come, and I couldn't stand still much longer. My nipples were so hard they ached, and my clit throbbed against my fingers, harder and harder, the swollen nub ready to explode. My arm was tiring from holding the folio up for so long. He finally took it from my hand and held it, making sure it hid the raised front of my skirt.

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