Dirty Stories: Sleeping Around
Erotic Tales
Published by E Z Lay at Smashwords
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Copyright © 2012 by E Z Lay
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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Dirty Stories: Sleeping Around
Erotic Tales
Comprises of the following five stories:
Threesome: with Her Best Friend (and the Neighbour!)
by Lillian Snow
Sex Tourist: The Thai Temptress
by Will Banger
Threesome: with the Pool Boy (and His Girlfriend!)
by Lillian Snow
Threesome: with Her Hairdresser (and the Mailman!)
by Lillian Snow
Lesbian Lover: Rachelle
by Will Banger
Chapter One - Threesome: with Her Best Friend (and the Neighbour!)
by Lillian Snow
That morning, Jean woke to find herself in one of her moods: hot, bothered, and craving for a little trouble.
“Today, I think I'm gonna get me some,” she declared with triumph.
Intent on doing something about it, she called in sick to work. As the assistant editor for a celebrity gossip web site, she knew skipping out for even a day would cost her later on. But, today, she just wanted to experience some of the things she had written about first hand. Why should famous people be the only ones allowed to have all the kinky fun?
Having never played hooky before, she found making an impulsive decision like this exhilarating.
Her cell warbled, and her heart leaped into her throat. Was work checking on her fib already?
She picked it up and looked at the call display. She laughed. No, it was Carol, her best friend in the whole world. Jean knew Carol had quite the adventurous side. Maybe she should find out just how adventurous it could be?
“Hey, Carol! Why the early morning call?” she said. “Checking to see if I'm up to some mischief?” She wasn't at the moment, but that was going to change.
“Jeannie, baby,” Carol said, sounding despondent. “I wish it were true.” Her normally giddy personality was no where to be found this morning.
“What happened?”
“How, it's shitty. Paul's been cheating on me!”
“Oh, my God!” Jean cried out. “What a bastard! What happened?” As she said this Jean was shocked to realize she had slipped her free hand down the front of her pink panties.
Delightfully moist flesh welcomed her fingers.
Carol had started to cry. “I was cleaning out the front closet, getting ready to move some of the winter wear out of the way. Anyways, I was about to do the same to that big, puffy, blue jacket Paul wears and checked the pockets first.”
She stopped and sniffled loudly.
“Go on,” said Jean. She was slowly rubbing her middle and fore fingers up and down the length of her pussy, enjoying the hot dampness that was spreading down there. She tried to suppress a shudder by biting a corner of her bottom lip.
Carol, oblivious, said, “I found a box of condoms in the inside pocket.”
“So?”
“So?!” Carol yelled. “We've been on the pill for months. But what makes it even worse was the box was half empty!”
“What an asshole,” Jean gasped. Her fingers were now moving more vigorously. What had come over her? Was it Carol's voice that was turning her on, or the fact that her friend was now technically single?
“Are you okay?” Carol asked. “Did I catch you at a bad time, or something?” Her voice had pitched higher with annoyance.
“No! Not at all!” said Jean. “Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. This is just so much to take in all of a sudden.” And with that she firmly thrust a finger deep inside herself. She was very hot and slick, just the way she liked it. It took all her effort not to moan out load.
She as being so naughty! Perhaps it had to do with her long dry spell from intimacy. It had been months since she felt the flesh of another person's body on her.
Or in her.
She tried to at least sound consoling. “Have you confronted him, yet?” Rub, rub, rub.
“I sent him a text a few minutes ago. Just said FOUND YOUR RUBBERS, and left it at that. Haven't heard anything back.”
“Well, he probably hasn't seen it yet. Does he work on site today?” Paul was a construction supervisor, and his work in the field resulted in him missing phone calls and texts.
“Yeah, I think so. Oh, what do I do now, Jeannie? I'm afraid of how he'll react!”
Jean had moved her hand up to her mouth, sniffing experimentally. She put a damp finger into her mouth and sucked. She tasted pretty damn good!
She managed to say, “Who cares now! Don't do anything else, especially when he responds. Let the cheating bastard sweat!”
This didn't really make Carol feel any better, and she started to sob. “Oh, this is horrible. I trusted him with all my heart! Now what am I going to do? I feel awful.”
Jean knew exactly how to comfort her friend and make her feel amazingly better at the same time. Besides, she wanted to hear what Carol thought about her taste, too.
“Carol, honey, I want you to come over here right away. We can talk about this further. I don't want you to be all by yourself today.”
“Oh, that's so kind. But don't you have work to go to?”
Jean had licked her finger, and slid it down the the crack of her butt, between her firm, rounded cheeks. She started to rub herself down there. It tingled at the touch. Can't leave that part of her outta the fun now, could she?
“No worries, I already called in sick. Wanted to do something more constructive with my day, may as well have that be you.” Carol had no clue how constructive that would be!
“Well all right. I need to get my mind off this and I think your company will help. Give me a few minutes to wash up and I'll be over soon as I can.”
Jean was ecstatic. She had now slowly worked her finger. She kept it there, thrusting it in and out with small movements.
She said, “Great! Don't worry we'll work through this together. After all, what are friends for?”
She hung up, and squealed with joy. This was amazing. She had always fantasized about Carol, and now she had a chance to put those fantasies into action, with the added incentive of making her best friend feel good during a time of need.
No, not just good. Fantastic!
She removed her finger and smelled it. There was something strangely arousing about doing something so forbidden. Unsure with what to do with herself until Carol arrived she went to the big oak dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Inside was a myriad of exotic toys; Dildos, a vibrator, lubricant and a curl of silk rope.
She grabbed a handful of supplies, and jumped up on the bed, kicking away the covers. Won't be needing those.
Laying down, head comfortably propped up on a pillow so she could watch what she was doing, she spread her legs. She took a squeeze bottle of body oil and squirted some in her hand. It felt warm and silky.
At the foot of the bed, mounted on the wall, was a large mirror which she had positioned there for a reason. She had entertained herself with it many times, either by herself, or with company. (And with company was always the most thrilling!)
She watched herself now, from a wonderfully delicious angle. Then, with slow purpose, she began to smear the oil onto her body. Up and down her flat tummy, along the inside of her firm thighs, but staying away from her pussy.
At least for now!
Her breasts were full and perky, and she made sure to rub them over completely. She squeezed them together, enjoying the feel of them. She pinched each nipple and was thrilled at getting them so erect. Leaning forward she took the left one in her mouth, and licked it over playfully. Then she did the same with the right, this time sucking in as much of her own breast into her mouth as she could, flicking the nipple repeatedly with her tongue.
She let it out, with a audible pop, smiling at the beautiful red ring on her flesh it created.
Getting more excited she took the vibrator with one hand, and used her other to rub her pussy. She had a waxing job done earlier in the week and she loved the feel of her bare skin. Wiggling her fingers back and forth, enjoying the wet sound her pussy created, she turned on the vibrator.
She ran the vibrator over her chest and breasts, feeling its mechanical sensation, and ran it around each nipple. Then she guided it slowly down her flat stomach, past her belly button (she had an inny!), and through the small trim triangle of pubic hair.
As it crested her pubic bone she shuddered with anticipation.
Then her cell phone rang.
Dropping the vibrator in alarm, she was suddenly awash with a feeling of guilt. The ringing brought her back into reality. This time, the display showed it was work.
“Uh, oh,” she said. Should she answer? If she didn't they might get suspicious. If she was really sick she should be home, by the phone. But if she didn't answer now, they would probably call back later, and that's when she was planning on entertaining Carol. All of Carol.
Best to deal with them now. She answered it.
Jean! You're alive.” It was John, her boss. “How are you feeling? Linda told me you had called in sick and thought I should check in on you, and see how you were doing.”
“I'm not feeling to great, John,” she said. He was checking in on her, alright. But not with genuine concern. She made a pathetic attempt at sounding ill. “I hope it's only a 24 hour thing. I'd like to get back to work as we both know the work won't do itself.” As opposed to her doing herself.
“Yeah, of course. Of course,” he said. “Hey, what's that sound? Is that some sort of interference?”
Jean balked. It was the vibrator! It was making its high pitched sound. She fumbled for it, but the oil on her hands made it slip out.
“Oh, that's nothing. Just the TV,” she managed to grab it and flick it off. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
“Look, if you need anything. Anything at all to help you feel better, just let me know. I can be over in a flash.” He sounded like he was grinning from ear to ear.
Jean shuddered. Paul was short, fat, bald, and always smelled like potatoes. And, yet, that didn't stop him from shamelessly hitting on her, and every other female in the office. He had even groped her on several occasions; at the Christmas party, the Halloween party, the Thanksgiving party. Heck, anytime there was a party he'd guzzle enough alcohol to work up the courage to fondle the local help. He revolted her on so many levels.
He was definitely not what she had in mind for today. Or ever for that matter.
But she was smart enough not to let him know that as she said: “Thanks, John. That's so sweet of you, but I should be able to manage.” He was her boss after all, so she had to remain diplomatic, even though he made her skin crawl.
“Okay,” John said, sounding a little disappointed. “Well, if you need anything, just let me know.” He hung up.
What she needed could not be provided by him, she thought to herself.
With the moment of passion momentarily lost, she jumped out of bed. She stood before the mirror and admired herself. Her bum stuck out just enough to be appealing, and she knew she looked great in a pair of tight jeans.
She couldn't wait until Carol saw it for herself. Maybe Jean would rub it in her friend's face for a while. They would both most certainly like that!
She smiled to herself. Boy, was Carol going to have fun today. Jean was to do everything in her power to make her best friend forget about her troubles.
There was a banging noise outside her bedroom window. Curious, she tip toed towards it and peaked through the closed curtains. Down below, beyond the fence in the other yard was her neighbour, Mike. He was busy hammering a piece of wood into the sun deck he was building.
Jean's body stiffened, and her eyes widened in admiration.
His shirt was off, and his muscular frame was covered in a sheen of sweat. Well formed muscles rippled in the morning sun. He had a grim look of determination on his face, making him look all the more manly. Jean was intrigued, and again found her fingers where they didn't belong. Watching him work from up here got her going again.
Now this hunk completely eclipsed her pudgy little perverted boss.
“Well, well, well,” she said. “What do we have here?”
Perhaps there was a way to kill some time before Carol's arrival, after all.
She practically skipped downstairs, through the kitchen and into the adjacent dining room. Its sliding glass door, which led to her patio, was directly across from where Mike was working. The blinds were open and her skin prickled with anticipation.
Slowly she padded across the linoleum tiles, her feet tingling with their coolness.
She manoeuvred herself around the dining room table and stood completely exposed at the glass. She posed seductively, hands on her hips. But Mike continued to work unaware of the naked beauty only a dozen, or so, feet away from him. The concentration on his work aroused her even more as she imagined him concentrating on her with the same intensity. Especially with those muscular hands.
Moments passed and still he did not look up. She started to feel foolish and giggled to herself. This was ridiculous. So, with determination, she rapped loudly on the glass.
Still nothing. But after another bout of knocking, Mike looked up.
She took this moment to smile brightly, and pose; hands upraised in a 'ta-da' like manner, almost as if she just jumped out of a big ol'birthday cake.
The reaction was almost instantaneous: Mike dropped his jaw, as well as his hammer. Eyes wide, he stood dumbfounded. She couldn't blame him. This was not quite what you expect to see while working on a patio in your own backyard!
She winked at him, then did a little seductive cat walk, parading back-and-forth to the sides of the glass.
He gawked, and allow himself to smile. She was elated. Progress! Now that she put out the hook, she just had to reel this studly fish in.
She turned around, and arched her back so her curvy rump was prominently displayed. Then, bracing her hands on the edge of the dining room table, she pressed her ass up against the pane, which felt cool on her exposed flesh and bare pussy.
She wiggled playfully.
Glancing over her shoulder, she couldn't help but giggle. Apparently, it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Mike was hurriedly trying to scramble over the fence while still trying to keep his hungry eyes locked on her lovely form. She laughed as he slipped and fell to the ground. Thankfully, the fence was quite low, or he could have hurt himself.
He stood dusting grass off of his pants, looking sheepish. She could tell from here that she had the desired effect on him. She curled a finger at him, in a come hither manner.
He obeyed, and crossed the short distance with a determined stride.
Standing before her on the other side of the glass she could see he was panting heavily. Short, sweaty hair stuck to his bare flesh, accentuating his muscles. She took a moment to appraise him and he indulged her. When she had worked her gaze up his body their eyes finally locked. She could see the hunger in his gaze and she felt the same way.
Something great was about to happen.
She leaned forward, ample breasts swaying with the motion, and unlocked the door with a flourishing flick of a finger.
He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. All the while never taking his gaze off her. She backed up against the dining room table and gave him a coy expression.
She had always been attracted to Mike but, up until now, neither he nor she had done anything about it. Well, that was about to change in a big way.
“I saw you working out there,” she said. She hopped up on the table with a little jump, leaned back and slowly spread her legs wide. “I thought I'd give you something else to hammer for a while. Think you have the tool for the job, Mr. Neighbour-man?”
She believe he did. His muscular shoulders rose with his deep breathing. He stepped forward. With his callused hands he embraced her slender arms. She could smell the sweat of him and she shuddered in anticipation.
They kissed passionately, his tongue eagerly seeking hers. His strong hands caressed her; her thighs, her back, her bottom and finally her breasts. Squeezing them he pressed his bulging jeans against the wetness between her legs. He was most certainly happy to be there!
He bent down and took a erect nipple in his mouth, sucking and teething it gently. She moaned, and with her hands at the back of his head, pressed him closer. He obliged and switched to the other breast, which ached against his hot mouth.
She played with herself vigorously, and now wanted much more. Pushing him upwards she made him wait as she slowly undid the button of his jeans. Then, as she stuck out a tongue with playful concentration, she unzipped his fly.
With several firm tugs, she managed to pull down his pants revealing his excitement.
“Yummy,” she declared. She grabbed his swollen shaft and hungrily took his fat prick into her mouth. She began to work it with a technique that was all her own. He groaned. She managed a smile despite the fat cock impeding the expression.
She sucked on him diligently, stroking up and down, all the while never losing him from her lips. Wet sucking noises filled the empty house, punctuated with the occasional moan from the both of them.
When she was certain he was close to climaxing she eased up just enough to keep the inevitable from happening. She wasn't done with them yet!
“You're not getting off that easy,” she said. “Pun intended,” she winked at him.
He managed to laugh, and his breathing slowed. She knew she had him under control. This was going better than she had hoped.
“Let's get creative,” she said, and pushed him back a little while dropping to her knees. He grinned down at her like a horny teenager.
“Not what you think, big guy,” she offered an evil grin. “Turn around.”
He didn't move right away, momentarily confused as to her intent. She arched a brow and said, “Aren't you curious as to how freaky I can get?”
His eyes widened but he did as he was told.
She giggled and smacked his hairy bum. His muscular buttocks were incredibly firm and resembled the two halves of basketball.