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“The Perfect Deal” A Sexy Short Story (About Holiday Shopping)

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The following is a sexy short story about Black Friday shopping, finding the perfect gift for a loved one, and getting a great deal on that gift. These are all festive topics that I’ve channeled into a sexy story. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it gets you in the holiday spirit. As always, I welcome comments and feedback.

“When it came to making a deal, everyone had a line they refused to cross. Those who drew that line too carefully were often the first to get ripped off.”

That was the first sales lesson that Stacy Stamper’s father had taught her as a little girl. Being the son of a traveling salesman and the cofounder of successful marketing company, her father treated sales with a passion that few could match. He said he’d planned on passing down his valuable knowledge to his kids one day. As it just so happened, Stacy was the oldest of the three and often the first to be in a position to use that knowledge.

However, sometimes being the first meant crossing a few lines she hadn’t expected.

“Out here,” said the deep, excited voice of Marvin “Max” Dresden. “Nobody comes into these parts at this hour, especially on Black Friday.”

“It’ll do,” said Stacy. “Just remember I know which parts of this store are being monitored by cameras. So if you’re hoping to record our little exchange, stop hoping.”

“Believe me, I’m looking to record anything. My girlfriend already busts my balls whenever she finds porn on my computer. I’m not looking egg her on…at least until the lease on our apartment is up and we can break up properly.”

“I’m glad your motivations are so simple,” she told him, “but that doesn’t make you any less a sleaze bag.”

“Speak for yourself, Stacy. You’re the one whoring yourself for a fancy pair of cufflinks.”

She scolded the tall, well-dressed man before her, but stopped short of arguing his rhetoric. He might have been a shallow, obnoxious frat boy who never worked a job his well-connected parents didn’t get him, but he had something she wanted and getting it required some ambitious negotiating. In the process, Stacy found out she was prepared to cross certain lines to complete the deal of a lifetime.

Doing so meant meeting up with Max Dresden at four in the morning at the high end West Hills Mall on Black Friday – the unofficial holiday of big deals, which seemed so fitting. While most of the heavy shopping traffic gathered around the north mezzanine, Max had her meet him at a utility entrance on the west end. From there, he led her to an area just outside the staff lounge where they could finalize their lurid deal.

“Call it whatever you want, Max,” she told him. “We agreed on the terms. And I have your girlfriend’s number and your mother’s personal email address as leverage, just in case you’re thinking about changing them.”

“Don’t remind me,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m still trying to figure out how you got that from me.”

“You don’t need to know that anymore than I need to know how you ended up with a pair of rare cufflinks. We both want this deal to go smoothly so let’s focus on that.”

Max bit his tongue. He might not have been too bright, but he understood incentives and leverage. That was all she needed him to understand for the sake of the deal.

Officially, Stacy was skipping a post-Thanksgiving breakfast with her family to get a head start on her Christmas shopping. Being the only one of her siblings who was out of high school, had a car, and enough disposable income to spend, nobody gave it much thought. Her father was even proud to see her going the extra mile to secure a good deal.

He might not have been that thrilled about how far she was willing to go to get the perfect Christmas present, but so long as the deal went through, her father never had to know the truth.

“For you, Dad…it’s worth it,” Stacy said under her breath.

At the heart of the deal was a pair of rare cufflinks, specifically the kind her grandfather wore during his days as a traveling salesman. After her grandfather passed away, and was subsequently buried with his cherished cufflinks, her father had tried to purchase a pair for himself. Unfortunately, the European jeweler who made them went out of business years ago and he could never find them.

It had been a point of frustration for years. Her father had been successful at so many things, but not finding a pair of those cufflinks really bothered him.

Stacy believed that getting him those cufflinks would be the greatest holiday gift she could give him. She’d been looking for a pair for the past three years, even as she built a business of her own. Finding them had only gotten more difficult over the years. Then, she found out through a friend of a friend that Max Dresden had a connection. That created an opportunity for a deal.

It was a simple deal and one she was uniquely qualified to make, despite having a limited budget and little time. It helped that Max was a simple man with basic needs, shallow tastes, and poor negotiating skills. If all went well, then they would both get something they wanted from the deal.

“So where are they?” Stacy asked.

“Right here, just like you asked,” Max said, tapping the pocket of his coat.

“Show me,” she said. “Keep in mind, my uncle is a jeweler. He taught me how to spot fakes.”

“Then, I guess it’s a good thing these are the real deal. That way, only one of us wasted our time.”

With a smug smirk, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet case. He held it up closely so that she could see when he opened it. Sure enough, the cufflinks were in there and they were the real deal.

Stacy had to temper her reaction. She’d seen plenty of pictures of the cufflinks. She’d even held the ones her grandfather had shortly before he died. When she reached out and felt the ones before her, it was like reconnecting with a part of her family’s past. She could only imagine how her father would react when he saw them.

“Wow!” Stacy said under her breath. “This is it. These are the cufflinks my father could never find.”

“Too bad his did dad wasn’t friends with some European art guy,” said Max, rolling his eyes. “I still don’t get why he gave me these things in the first place. It’s not like I enjoy wearing fancy suits as much as him.”

Stacy withheld her bemusement. It didn’t seem fair that someone like Max had a pair of rare cufflinks. He clearly didn’t appreciate them.

He didn’t appreciate a lot of things, it seemed. He was a spoiled rich kid who only worked menial jobs because his parents demanded it. A friend of hers even said that the only reason Max was working on Black Friday was because he dented the new Cadillac his father bought him for his senior year at college. It hardly seemed like a fair deal according to her business savvy, but that was Max’s problem. She had more pressing issues.

“Okay. They’re real. You’ve done your part, Max,” Stacy said.

“Does that mean you’re going to do yours?” he asked in a lecherous tone.

“Of course,” she said bluntly. “I organized this deal. I agreed to it. And if there’s one lesson my father and grandfather belabored over all others, it’s this…we honor our deals.”

True to her word – and much to Max’s excitement, as well – Stacy went about upholding her end.

She started by taking off her coat, revealing the somewhat undersized halter top that she only usually wore in the summer. Its small size ensured it showed a good part of her cleavage, of which she had plenty. It also revealed that she hadn’t worn a bra, which Max clearly noticed.

“No bra and no shirt,” he said. “I remember that part of the negotiation.”

“Of course, you do,” Stacy replied.

Without hesitation, she removed her shirt, rendering her naked from the waste up. The sight of her exposed breasts in the soft lighting of the break room earned her a larger smile from max. His excitement growing, he reached out to touch them. Stacy willingly let him. That was another part of the deal she remembered.

“Nice!” he said. “Those pics you sent didn’t do your tits justice. And here I was thinking you Photoshopped them.”

“Like I said, I honor my deals. That means I don’t deceive.”

Staying true to her word, Stacy let Max enjoy her breasts while she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. That left her in only a black thong, which happened to be the same one she’d worn in the other sexy pictures she’d sent him while arranging their deal.

To ensure Max was sufficiently motivated, she had to offer more than a few gropes and some sexy imagery. He had to feel like he was getting more than what he got from his girlfriend or his porn stash. Given his reaction to feeling her breasts and seeing her exposed body, he had the face of a man who though he’d hit the jackpot.

“Damn! You look good naked too,” Max said. “Why isn’t a hottie like you in college?”

“Because some of us have goals that don’t involve getting a college degree on our rich daddy’s dime,” Stacy said, “but try not to think about that for the next few minutes. As of right now, I’m not just some girl looking to get her father the best Christmas gift ever. I’m just a hot young woman who’s willing to fuck you in a mall break room at four in the morning.”

Max replied with another lecherous grin. He was already so immersed in her breasts that she doubted the other particulars of the deal had crossed his mind. That was fine with her. It just made holding up her end that much easier.

After letting Max have fun with her breasts for a bit, she proceeded with the next step. She dropped to her knees, looking up at him with seductive eyes, pretending as though she were someone who did this kind of thing for free on Black Friday. While he looked back in anticipation, she undid his pants and pulled them down his waist. Touching her breasts had already gotten his blood flowing in the right directions. He already had a semi-hard boner dangling in front of her, which she saw as just another part of the deal.

“I see part of you is already in the holiday spirit,” Stacy said.

“Oh yes. I’m feeling very spirited!” Max chuckled.

Already sounding like the immature frat guy he was on non-holidays, Stacy channeled her own unique spirit for the moment. She narrowed her gaze on his dick, reached out with both hands, and went to work getting him ready for the final transaction.

She started by jerking him off a bit, getting him even harder and evoking a light gasp. Then, she used her breasts to tit-fuck him, placing his cock between her fleshy mounds and pressing them together around his growing member. Max responded with another blissful gasp. His legs growing weak, he leaned back against a nearby wall and gave her more room to work.

“Yeah! Use those tits! Work that cock!” he said.

Stacy didn’t need the extra motivation, but she used it anyway. She worked his cock between her breasts more vigorously, getting him harder by the second. Once she felt that he was near full arousal, she pulled back and took the next proverbial plunge.

“That got the holiday spirit flowing. This should make it stronger!” Stacy said intently.

She flashed him another sexy look, licking her lips and showing off the cherry-flavored lipstick that he’d requested in the negotiation. Then, still as motivated as ever to complete the deal, Stacy took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him off.

“Oohhh fuck!” Max gasped with delight. “Just when I’d forgotten how great blowjobs feel!”

That sounded like a brief slight as his girlfriend, which Stacy doubted he loved to any great extent. If she hadn’t been giving him blowjobs, then chances they were both looking for a reason to break up.

Not being in a relationship herself gave Stacy an advantage. She didn’t have to hold back while sucking Max off. She could be as dirty and sloppy as she wanted. She hadn’t had much of a sex life for the past several months, but she remembered how much her ex-boyfriend enjoyed blowjobs. She hadn’t forgotten how to make them good, either.

She channeled every ounce of oral sex experience since high school. Max told her not to half-ass it during the negotiations and she promised she wouldn’t. True to her word, Stacy licked along his shaft, twirled her tongue around the head, and made plenty of gargling noises. If Max watched as much porn as he claimed, he probably got off on those noises. In a vacant break room, every noise seemed to reverberate.

The results delivered exactly what she’d promised. It got Max fully aroused and fully erect. Stacy expected it to take longer, given the early morning hour and Max’s tendency to overstate his manliness. She didn’t complain, though. It just meant the next part would be that much easier.

“I remember you saying you didn’t want to pop off too soon,” she said while still stroking his cock. “You wanted to wait until you were fucking me.”

“You’re…a good listener, Stacy,” said Max, already breathless.

“I’m also a woman of my word,” Stacy told him, “and I intend to belabor that.”

As Max leaned back against the wall, Stacy kept stroking his dick to keep it hard. While in her grasp, she tactfully retrieved a condom from her purse, opened the package, and put it on his dick. Having had plenty of practice with her previous boyfriend, Max barely seemed to notice.

Once he was ready, she made some final preparations for herself. She rose up from the floor, slipped out of her panties, and stood before the horny frat boy fully naked. She let him take in the sight briefly before turning around, shaking her butt, and casting him another seductive glance.

“What are you waiting for, Max?” she asked him. “Come get the pussy I so willingly offered you in our deal.”

“God, I love the holidays,” he said with a goofy grin.

From there, Stacy let Max take care of business. He threw off his coat and stepped out of his pants, which had been around his ankles. He then grabbed her by the hips, bent her over a nearby table, and positioned himself behind her. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t overly tender, either. That didn’t bother Stacy. As long as they both got what they wanted, she didn’t mind his crude approach.

There was no teasing or technique to what happened next. As soon as Max aligned his rock-hard dick with her pussy, he thrust it right into her waiting folds. As his hard length penetrated her womanly depths, he let out a deep grunt that filled the room.

“Oohhh yeah! That pussy…so nice and tight!” Max grunted.

Stacy remained silent, holding onto the table and letting the horny frat boy do what he needed to do. All she had to do at that point was relax, close her eyes, and let basic sexuality do to the rest.

Max kept it fairly simple. After getting a feel for her pussy, he began rocking his hips back and forth, working his cock within her depths. He didn’t go too quickly. He try to overdo it or anything. He clearly wanted to enjoy it, as any horny young man would.

She even made an effort to enjoy it as well. She might not have been overly aroused or all that attracted to Max, but she knew how to get into a sexual mindset. She knew how to enjoy sex, even when it wasn’t that intimate. She’d even worked in a little lube before meeting up with Max earlier, just to make this part of the deal both easier and more enjoyable.

It was another one of her father’s useful deal-making tips. When both sides got to enjoy themselves, both come out feeling like they got more than they asked for. It also made them less inclined to screw each other over. Max might have been a shallow, immature college guy, but he had simple tastes and simpler needs.

“Simple needs…easy deals,” Stacy found herself saying under her breath at one point.

That ensured he didn’t drag the sex out for too long. He didn’t mix it up much, either. As he humped her from behind, he just occasionally squeezed her butt. A few times, he leaned over and fondled her swaying breasts as well. Stacy even threw in a few moans, which weren’t at all faked. Max might have been crude with his approach to sex, but at least knew how to touch a woman. That counted as a bonus in her book.

After a solid round of hard humping, Stacy sensed Max pick the pace up. She sensed he was close. He was just about ready to complete the deal, among other things.

“Fuck! Ohhh fuck! Ohhh man, I’m gonna pop off!” he gasped.

“Do it, Max. Enjoy it!” Stacy said.

He clearly didn’t need the added encouragement, but it kept him nicely motivated as he pushed himself over the edge.

He was a bit louder than she expected, letting out this heavy grunt as he hit his climax. He firmly grasped both sides of her hips, pushed his cock deeper into her pussy, and leaned back slightly as he got his release. She could even feel his member throbbing inside her in accord with his pleasure. She actually enjoyed that feeling, having not forgotten how much she missed regular sex. This might not have been the kind of sex that gave her multiple orgasms, but it still satisfied her in other ways.

“That should do it,” Stacy said. “That completes the deal!”

“Complete…right,” Max said breathlessly, sounding too content to care.

He lingered for a few moments, taking in every last ounce of pleasure from his orgasm. When he finally withdrew, he had to lean on a nearby chair for support. Stacy, showing that she still cared more than most savvy businesswomen, offered him a playful gesture. She even removed the condom for him and threw it in the nearby trash can.

“You got what you wanted, Max. And I got what I wanted,” she said proudly. “That’s the essence of the perfect deal.”

Without even putting her clothes back on, she reached into his discarded coat and retrieved the box with the cufflinks. She even opened it and held them in her hands again, reaffirming they were very real. Knowing now that they were hers and would be the best Christmas gift she ever got for her father, Stacy smiled as though she were the one who’d just had a good orgasm.

“I’d say it’s been a pleasure doing business with you, but…that might be too accurate,” Max said with an amused laugh.

“When it comes to great deals on Black Friday, there’s no such thing,” Stacy said, laughing as well as she gathered her clothes.

“It’s funny. When you first came to me, I just thought you were just some trashy girl in need of a bigger shopping budget…no offense,” he added.

“None taken,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“But this shit really matters to you,” he said in a more serious tone. “You really are a woman of your word. And you’re willing to do whatever to get the job done…including the sexy stuff. I may be a spoiled rich kid, but I totally respect that.”

Stacy cast him another amused grin, but still laughed with him. Max might have been a bit of a meathead, but he was honest and genuine. That counted for something in her book, just as much as upholding a deal meant a lot for her. Regardless of her willingness to employ sex as a negotiating tool, Stacy saw herself as a businesswoman above all else. She found deals. She made them. Most importantly, she honored them.

When it came to getting the best possible deal on this fateful Black Friday, she could safely say she’d come out satisfied.

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“Leftover Loving” A Sexy Short Story (For Thanksgiving)

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The following is a sexy short story centered around love, Thanksgiving, and all things sexy. Whether you’re just about to eat or still digesting dessert, I hope this helps boost your holiday spirit, among other things. Enjoy!

“I’m so thankful that you and your family could join us this year, Kari.”

“So am I, Mrs. Zale…more than I can possibly put into words.”

That heartfelt toast had capped off a very filling, very successful Thanksgiving dinner for Karianne Kayden. It was led by Erica Zale, the mother of her childhood friend turned high school sweetheart, Jeremy Zale. It made real something she thought she’d never experience again…a happy Thanksgiving feast.

Having just experienced it over the course of a very memorable Thanksgiving, Kari felt many emotions boil to the surface. She’d held back tears when Jeremy’s mother made that toast. She held back even more when her mother, a woman who’d spent the last three years recovering from a bitter divorce, stood up and hugged her friend and former college roommate. It was a powerful moment and one Kari still hadn’t processed.

“Being thankful on Thanksgiving again,” Kari pondered under her breath, “I almost forgot what it felt like. Just when I thought I’d never feel it again.”

She’d been in a festive daze since dessert at the Zale family home was served an hour ago. Long before that, she’d arrived at the house with her mother, her two older brothers, and her mother’s sister with a broken holiday spirit. She expected Jeremy and his extended family to go the extra mile to make Thanksgiving special for them, but she had no idea they’d succeed so wonderfully.

Three years ago – and on Thanksgiving, no less – Kari’s family and her world came crashing down. Even before that fateful day, it had been a poorly kept secret that her parents had a rocky relationship. They’d met in college and started a business together shortly after graduating. While the business was successful, it did not improve their marriage in the slightest. Over the years, they drifted further and further apart, leading to many heated fights and simmering resentment.

Jeremy and his family knew the details more than most. His mother had been friends with hers throughout that tumultuous relationship. It was part of why she and Jeremy spent so much time together as kids. It was their way of keeping her away from all the upheavals in her family. The sources of tension were many, ranging from disagreements over business dealings to alleged affairs that her father had with his female colleagues. Everyone from Jeremy to her older brothers tried to hide it from her, but they could only hide so much.

Kari didn’t have to know all the sordid details to know that her parents should’ve gotten divorced years ago. The only reason they stayed together was because of her and her siblings. In hindsight, that might have been a mistake and one that earned her the brunt of the drama. Both her older brothers moved out and went to colleges in other states as soon as they could. That left her alone in a house with resentful parents for six years of her teenage life.

Finally, it all collapsed on a fateful Thanksgiving morning. Her father and mother had their worst fight to date. It got so bad that her mother threw the turkey he’d been making out the window and her father took a baseball bat to the TV, stove, and dining room. He left the house after that and hadn’t been welcome back since.

“After that, how could I ever have a holiday spirit?” Kari wondered.

She ate chips and leftover tuna for Thanksgiving that year. The next day, her mother filed for divorce. She claimed that her and her father thought she’d been in the basement during that fight, but Kari suspected that was just her way of saving face. Both she and her father even admitted they hurt her the most by staying together longer than they should’ve. They each spent the next three years trying to heal the scars they’d left.

Time, therapy, and living in a house with less fighting helped, but Kari didn’t think she’d ever enjoy Thanksgiving again. Around that same time, however, her friendship with Jeremy changed. They went from a couple of long-time friends to something deeper. He’d been instrumental in helping her deal with her parents’ divorce. It seemed inevitable, yet fitting that they’d develop deeper feelings for one another.

Now, as she sat next to him on the couch, curled up to his side and resting her head on his shoulder, Kari marveled at how much those feelings had blossomed. Thanks to him, his mother, and their amazing effort to make the holidays feel special again, she felt so grateful to have him in her life.

“You get enough desert, Kari?” he asked, having just finished a piece of his father’s legendary cheesecake.

“I got plenty. Thank you,” Kari replied, still hiding the sea of emotions in her voice.

“You sure? Because you know you’re older brothers are going to eat the rest and fight anyone who tries to stop them,” Jeremy said, half-jokingly.

“Let them have it. They needed this as much as me.”

“But you needed it more,” he pointed out. “Even your mother agrees. You were due a perfect Thanksgiving.”

He lovingly kissed the side of her forehead and held her closer. He then watched with her as his parents, her mother, her older brothers, and Jeremy’s extended family gathered around the TV to watch the second half of the last Thanksgiving football game.

It was getting late. Some of his youngest cousins were already asleep in other rooms. Her older brothers, along with his aunts and uncles, were also somewhat tipsy after multiple servings of beer and wine. Her mother was sober, but Kari hadn’t seen her that happy in years. She and Jeremy’s mother stayed close on the other side of the room, laughing together like the good friends they were.

It was such a joyous, festive environment. They’d spent all day just hanging out, enjoying each other’s company, and feasting on a veritable buffet of Thanksgiving classics. It was everything Thanksgiving was supposed to be and everything she hadn’t experienced for years. The fact that it was almost over and hadn’t gone horribly wrong wasn’t just refreshing. It overwhelmed Kari in an unexpected way.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, noticing her disposition, “is everything okay?”

Kari felt his concerned gaze on her. She couldn’t hide the tears forming in her eyes. She turned towards him, if only to hide them from everyone else. When she looked at him, he just held her closer while caressing her face, looking at her with the love and concern she’d come to treasure.

At that moment, Kari came to a powerful realization. Thanksgiving was almost over. It had gone better than anything she could’ve hoped for, but there was still one way to make it truly special.

“You’re half-right, Jeremy,” she told him. “I was due. I needed something like this so much. My whole family did.”

“So why do you look like you’re about to burst into tears?” he asked with more concern.

“Because it’s not perfect yet,” Kari said, “but I know how to make it perfect.”

He cast her a curious gaze. Then, while everyone else was distracted by the game on the TV, she whispered into his ear.

“Make love to me,” she said to him. “Take me upstairs into your room and make love to me.”

Jeremy reacted with minor shock, but managed to hide it from their mothers and the rest of the family. His shock gave way to intrigue as soon as he realized how serious she was. Still holding her close, he leaned in and whispered back.

“Would that make this Thanksgiving perfect for you?” he asked her.

“Yes,” Kari said, without hesitation. “It would.”

“That’s all I needed to know.”

What unfolded next felt like an early Christmas miracle. Her wonderfully cunning boyfriend took her hand in his and with the utmost subtly, rose up from the couch with her. Nobody else in the living room noticed. Even their moms remained distracted. Between the multiple glasses of wine and the laughter from reminiscing their college years, they weren’t inclined to notice.

Carrying himself like nothing was amiss, he led her out of the living room, through the kitchen, and into the foyer. Along the way, he cast her a sneaky grin and pressed his finger to his lips, encouraging more cunning as they neared the stairs. Kari got the message and smiled back. She didn’t even make eye contact with Jeremy’s cousins, who were in the den playing video games.

As soon as they reached the stairs, the need for subtlety and stealth faded. Once they were out of sight from parents and relatives, Jeremy moved with more urgency. He even gave her hand a firm squeeze, as if to let her know she could stop hiding it. Like a dam starting to crack, those feelings she’d barely managed all day started to come out.

“We’re really doing this,” Kari said. “You’re really this dedicated to making this day perfect.”

“Of course, I am,” Jeremy replied. “You’re my girl. How could I do any less?”

Kari swore she could’ve married him right there in the middle of the stairwell. She managed to hold off on wedding plans just long enough to follow him to the top of the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.

It was the same bedroom they’d hung out in many times before, both as kids and as lovers. Typically, she and Jeremy never got intimate in his bedroom when his parents were in the house. It was an unwritten rule, but one they’d never broken since they first got together. That was about to change.

“Kari,” Jeremy said, already short of breath as they stood in his bedroom doorway, “before we go any further, I need to know this will be enough.”

“Enough for what?” she asked. “I already told you this will make this day perfect.”

“It’s not just that. I need to know that this will finally do it. This will help you enjoy Thanksgiving and the holidays once again. I’m serious. I want that for you. I’ve seen how sad and miserable you’ve been during this time of year. I want that to end…and I want to help end it.”

Kari’s emotions temporarily muted her voice. Standing in her lover’s arms, looking into those wonderfully sincere eyes of his, she was once again at a loss. She already knew she was in love with Jeremy, but this moment proved that this was no teenage crush.

Their love was real. Jeremy wasn’t just some guy who got her heart and hormones racing. He wanted to make her life better than it had been. He wanted to share his life with hers. Inviting her family to join his on Thanksgiving was a grand gesture that helped mend her wounded holiday spirit. Even after everything he’d done, he still had enough love to offer one more.

“Jeremy,” Kari said, finally finding her voice, “three years ago, I didn’t think it was possible to enjoy the holidays again. I almost accepted that the painful memories of that day would never leave me.”

“Almost?” he questioned.

“I held out a faint sliver of hope that would one day change,” she said. “I can’t tell you how close I came to losing it. But then you had to be there for me…to help me, hold me, and love me.”

“And I still here,” he said. “I want to keep being there for you.”

“Then help me make a new memory for this holiday…a great memory to cap off a wonderful Thanksgiving with my wonderful boyfriend.”

A heavy silence fell over them. More tears formed in Kari’s eyes, but Jeremy gently wiped them away. He didn’t need to say another word. He looked convinced. There were plenty of other things Kari wanted to tell him after three years of heart-wrenching melodrama, but there was only so much she could put into words.

Tonight, in the spirit of the holidays, she preferred to let her actions do the talking.

“Okay,” he said to her, breaking the silence. “Consider this the ultimate nightcap to a new Thanksgiving tradition…one I hope to share for many years to come.”

“Now, you’re rousing my holiday spirit and making me horny,” she said, managing a joyous smile through the heartfelt tears.

“What can I say? When it comes to loving my girl on the holidays, I like to multitask!”

The mood lightened, but the passions intensified. There were no more reservations. She and Jeremy were going to make love in the waning hours of Thanksgiving.

Having embraced that holiday spirit, Jeremy drew her into a kiss and led her into his bedroom. As soon as he kicked the door shut, their affectionate gestures escalated. The kiss became more heated. As their lips and tongues twirled together, they pawed and caressed one another within their tight embrace. It loosened their clothes while communicating their growing desire.

Before her legs failed her, Jeremy lifted her up in his arms and laid her down on his bed with the utmost care. He quickly joined her atop the soft sheets, but not before slipping his shirt off over his head and removing his belt. When he kissed her again, she pawed his exposed flesh more eagerly, heightening the intimacy every step of the way.

From such intimate contact came more targeted arousal. The heat that started in her heart had found its way to her inner thighs. In the midst of all the kissing and touching, she began undressing as well and Jeremy, like a true gentleman, helped out every step of the way.

“Off! My clothes…get them off!” Kari said.

There was an urgency in her tone. She’d never approached intimacy with such desperation. Even on their prom night, which also happened to be the first time they had sex, she hadn’t been this driven. The circumstances of this fateful Thanksgiving were very different.

Regardless of those differences, Jeremy matched her intensity every step of the way. He worked on getting her pants off while she removed her shirt and bra. They fumbled around a bit, ruffling her hair and messing up the sheets of his bed. That didn’t stop her from getting everything off in record time.

Almost immediately after tossing her panties aside, Kari pulled her lover back into her arms. The feeling of her exposed breasts pressing up against his bear chest triggered more arousal. It also prompted her to get Jeremy as naked as her.

“Kari…my pants,” he said, already breathless.

“Here, allow me,” she said seductively.

With more care and coordination this time, Kari rolled Jeremy over so that he was on his back. Even in the low lighting of his room, she could see a noticeable bulge in his pants. Rather than tease or tempt him, as she often did in the other passionate moments they’d shared, she pulled his pants and boxers off as quickly as her trembling hands allowed. Once off, she tossed them across the room into the pile of wrinkled-up clothes that had accumulated on the bed.

For a brief moment, Kari caught her breath with him as they renewed their heated embrace. Sitting upright in the center of the bed, the air around them thick with desire passion, she gazed into his eyes with a fresh round of simmering emotions. Now unencumbered by clothes, she could feel the full extent of his naked body against hers.

Arousal quickly caught up with their desires. Kari could already feel his manhood pressing up against her thigh, becoming hard and rigid. She made sure he knew how wet she was, guiding his hands over her waist and hips. As he took in the moment with her, she wrapped both arms around his neck and soaked in his loving warmth. She sensed their arousal catching up with

“Jeremy,” she said, “I want this…for me and for us.”

“I want it too,” Jeremy said, his voice laced with desire. “God, I want it so much.”

“Then, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, let’s share it!”

He cast her a beaming smile. It was the perfect sentiment for the perfect day. As much as she’d come to revile that same day in the past three years, Kari saw a clear sign in the eyes of her lover. Her attitude towards Thanksgiving was about to change.

“Share it,” Jeremey repeated in an impassioned, “now, that’s the mark of a renewed holiday spirit!”

She smiled back at him. From there, they followed their passions and a new kind of holiday magic took over.

Jeremy set the tone. He kissed her again, pulled back the sheets of his bed, and led her into the soft linens in which they could nurture an intimate heat. A brief, but heated make-out session followed.

As their lips and tongues became affectionately enmeshed, they touched and explored their naked features. Jeremy felt up her hips, fondled her breasts, and gave her nipples light pinches, which he knew she loved. She returned the favor by rubbing her thigh against his penis and softly trailing her fingers down his back, tickling and tantalizing him to build towards their final union.

That moment came sooner than expected. She and Jeremy were usually inclined to draw out the foreplay. They’d learned on their prom night that they really enjoyed the touching and making out portion of sex. Tonight, however, was different. There was no need to draw it out. Her heart, body, and soul were ready and so was his.

“Jeremy…take me,” she gasped as they got into position.

“Kari…” was all he got out in response.

Like two primal forces being drawn together, she and Jeremy aligned their bodies in anticipation. He remained on top while she remained on her back, spreading her legs and drawing him into her most intimate domain. She could already feel his member pressing up against the outer folds of her womanhood. She’d never wanted to share herself so complete with another human being.

Finally, in the spirit of giving and thanks, her love entered her.

“Oohhh God!” Kari gasped.

In an instant, their bodies merged in literal and figurative melding of passions. He was gentle and careful, as always. He guided his length into her, allowing her folds to stretch and engulf his manly flesh. As soon as their union was complete, the next phase of their holiday miracle commenced.

“I’m so thankful, Kari…thankful for our love,” Jeremy said to her.

“Thankful indeed!” she said with joyous moans.

Their bodies began moving.

Her world began rocking.

Male and female flesh became entwined at its most basic level.

She and Jeremy were officially making love. The heavy emotions that had led to this moment gave way to simpler feelings. They kissed, touched, and caressed as their sexual union morphed into a traditional lover’s dance.

Jeremy started things off slow, working his hips and pelvis to get a rhythm going. As Kari felt his dick slither smoothly inside her vagina, she supplemented his efforts every step of the way. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips slightly in conjunction with every thrust. With each movement, sensations of ecstasy cascaded between them. The intangible warmth of Jeremy’s love mixed in with the very tangible sensations that came from their intimate act. It was as beautiful as it was pleasurable.

“Jeremy! Oohhh Jeremy! My love…so thankful,” Kari gasped

Encouraged, as well as impassioned, her lover intensified the pace of their sex. He moved with more urgency, working his body with hers at rate that rocked the bed as hard as it rocked her world. She met that intensity every step of the way, showering him with affectionate gestures and loving kisses.

From there, a perfect harmony of passions unfolded. Kari’s affectionate gestures and loving embrace perfectly complemented Jeremy focused desire and physical efforts. It felt so effortless and seamless, as though their bodies had been perfectly molded to complete one another. Every touch, thrust, and caress brought with it a fresh round of hot sensations, fanning the flames of lust that further empowered the love that fueled it.

As they shared in this harmonious dance, they dared to have a little fun. A moment that had been built on three years of holiday heartache suddenly became a joyous celebration. Under the now-ruffled sheets of the bed, they rolled together like the two reckless youths they still were at heart. She and Jeremy even laughed together as their lovemaking manifested in various forms and positions. They’d learned early on that there was no wrong way to make love. They simply followed the various whims and let their bodies keep up.

Between three years of lingering emotional burdens and energy from a holiday feast, Kari dared Jeremy to make their lovemaking last. As he often did, he rose to the occasion. He stayed with her in the moment, building towards a climax they could share and cherish together. When that moment finally came, she decided to offer one last holiday miracle.

“Jeremy…I’m ready,” Kari whispered into his ear as she neared her peak.

“Me…too,” her lover said, already panting heavily.

“Then, lie back. Let’s share…this final holiday treat…together!”

For the final push, they re-arranged their bodies one last time. This time, Jeremy laid on his back while Kari got on top of him. From that position, with their intimate flesh still entwined, she rode her lover with a focused vigor.

As she gyrated her hips, working his rigid flesh within her depths, she took his hands and enlaced their fingers together. In the dim lighting of the room, their eyes locked. Kari saw his loving eyes looking up at her while she rode him. She gazed back down at him with equal affection, as if to synchronize their passions for that final moment.

When that moment came, it was like the final miracle to complete this very special holiday.

“Ohhh Jeremy!” she cried out.

“Kari! Ohhh God!” Jeremy moaned.

It hit them both like a bolt of heavenly bliss. It was hard to tell who climaxed first, but Kari was fairly certain she got the shared ecstasy going.

As the orgasmic rush consumed her, she squeezed her lover’s hands and held them close to her chest. Within her core, a fireball of bliss erupted and spread out in all direction, rippling through every fiber of her being.

As Kari trembled under the weight of the feeling, she felt her lover descend into an orgasmic state of his own. She watched as his face became awash with ecstasy, his lower body tensing in accord with his release. She could feel his manly flesh throbbing inside her as their intimate fluids mixed together in a physical manifestation of their love. It turned an intangible sentiment into something real, like a gift they could cherish every Thanksgiving they shared together from that point forward.

“I love you, Jeremy,” she said, still holding his hands in hers.

“I love you too, Kari,” he said to her. “I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving.”

“I did, my love! I really, really did!”

The miracle was complete. No more words or sentiments were necessary. As they lingered together in their post-coital daze, Kari gave her lover one last affectionate kiss. It acted as the final dessert for a truly special holiday.

Now drained, physically as well as emotionally, Kari and Jeremy settled in for some much-needed rest. She remained under the covers with him, curled up in his loving warmth, taking in the grandeur of what she’d just shared with her lover.

“I’m so thankful for this…for everything,” she said as she prepared to nod off with her lover.

Three years ago, Kari thought Thanksgiving had been permanently tainted. Her family was broken. Her heart was broken. Her entire world seemed to be falling apart before her eyes. It was the lowest of low points. She thought she would never recover.

Now, three years later, that all changed. Thanks to the love of her family and a very special man in Jeremy Zale, her heart and her holiday spirit had never been stronger. For that, she would always be thankful.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy Teamwork

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As anyone who watches sports will tell you, great players can win games, but only teams win championships. Whether you’re Michael Jordan, LeBron James, Wayne Gretzky, or Tom Brady, you can only do so much on your own. When you want to achieve something greater, you need a team around you to carry you through.

Love is very similar. It can’t just be one person who makes it work. Whether it’s a simple date or a night of passionate lovemaking, it takes a team effort to achieve the most. One person complements the other. Two people achieve together what they cannot achieve on their own. It’s not always easy, as every great athlete will tell you. It’s still worth the effort.

Some of the best relationships I know are team efforts. I’ve had more than one friend or relative tell me that the strength of their love comes through teamwork. They don’t just trust one another. They empower one another. They have a game plan and they know how to see it through. When they face challenges, they’re ready and their love is stronger because of it.

The process teamwork comes easier for some people more than others, but when there’s love involved, it’s the ultimate catalyst. Whether you’re in a new relationship or have been with the same person for four decades, it’s a powerful force and one worth celebrating. To that end, I hope this Daily Sexy Musing helps inspire that uniquely sexy team spirit. Enjoy!

We both see the obstacles before us. From afar, they seem so vast and daunting. It taunts us with its scope and scale, daring us to take it on. Anyone who responds to that dare on their own is a fool, by default. They overestimate their capabilities and underestimate the journey before them.

Thankfully, I am not alone.

Standing by you, nothing seems quite as overwhelming. The shadow that threatens to drown us in darkness only draws us closer together. Just holding your hand gives me strength I didn’t know I had. Being near you, I see bravery and bravado in your eyes, the likes of which would taunt a titan.

Alone, we are beholden to our limits.

Together, we are emboldened by our strengths.

As a team, we are greater than the sum of our actions.

It’s one thing to work together. To be a team requires something greater. Simple cooperation will not suffice. Even a basic trust only goes so far. In order to push further and faster, a special strength is required. You cannot find that strength with just anyone. A friend will encourage you, but a lover will empower you.

In you, I see someone who will do more than push me to my limits. When I’m with you, I feel an energy that carries me into uncharted territory. Where my will once gave out, I power through. I see the same grit in you. It’s as though my love is a conduit to a new kind of strength. With you, there’s nothing we cannot do.

We are lovers.

We are a team.

The impossible becomes possible.

The probable becomes attainable.

The tribulations become triumphs.

I hold your hand in mine and glance at the obstacles before us once more. This time, I don’t feel a shred of fear or doubt. I’m ready to take that first step. I look into your eyes. You’re ready to. Without a word, we take our first step. Our shared strength will push us, but our love will be what guides us.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Raw Loving

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When you imagine the greatest romantic gestures, you often think of big, fancy spectacles that turns love into a spectacle. Maybe a guy brings a horse-drawn carriage to his lover’s front door to take her on a romantic stroll. Maybe a woman covers the bed in flowers, puts on some revealing lingerie, and plays her lover’s favorite song. It’s a beautiful thing. I’ve based novels and sexy short stories about it.

Then, there are those times when you just want something unabashedly raw. You skip the romantic display. You don’t even bother to close the blinds or wear something fancy. You just take your lover and let basic instincts do the rest. When you and your lover are in a particular mood, it can be uniquely satisfying.

Let’s face it. We don’t always have the time for more elaborate displays of passion. We’re all busy with one thing or another. We’ve got lives to live, bills to pay, and issues to resolve. While we should always try to make time for something overly romantic, I think there’s plenty of room for something less subtle.

It doesn’t have to be rough. It just has to be direct, concise, and genuine. If you love and desire someone that much, then your bodies will know what to do. Human beings are emotional, passionate creatures, by nature. Sometimes, you just got to let that nature do its thing. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing will inspire you to give it a try. Enjoy!

I take your hand.

I grunt your name.

I lay you down.

You don’t say a word. With your eyes, you just urge me on, daring me to be as crude and direct as possible. I gladly take up the challenge. My desires and loins have already risen to the occasion. I just need to know our passions are aligned, absent of doubt or reservation.

There’s a time for romance.

There’s a time for tenderness.

There’s a time for big, elaborate acts of love.

This is not one of those times.

For once, we skip the formalities. There’s no long, arduous path to that special moment of shared intimacy. The path is clear, direct, and within our grasp. I want it as much as you. We can eschew patience and planning. This time, the raw, unfiltered power of our love boils to the surface.

It’s not rough, but it’s not gentle either. We tear our clothes off, but we don’t rip them. There’s no slowing down or careful caressing. We see what we want. We take it and give it without hesitation. There are no profound expressions of amorous sincerity. Grunts and gasps tell us everything we need to know.

It’s so crude, but so direct.

It’s so simple, but so effective.

It’s so intense, but so focused.

Pure, unshackled desire becomes a pure, unambiguous act. Love, lust, desire, and ecstasy become one in the same. It’s brief, but effective. It ends quickly, but still satisfies.

There will be plenty of times for something greater.

For now, the rawest form of our love will suffice.

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“The VIP Treatment” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about getting the VIP treatment in Las Vegas. Having been to Vegas and shared some personal experiences, I can attest that it knows how to treat its high rollers. This isn’t necessarily based on a true story, but I doubt anyone would be surprised if something like it happened. Enjoy!

“Happy Birthday, Christopher Henry Harpsworth,” said a deep, seductive voice. “Your VIP treatment is about to begin.”

Hearing those sensual words, the young man who’d been tasked with carrying on an old legacy prepared himself for a hefty dose of forbidden indulgence. It had taken a lot of planning, effort, and cunning to set everything up, complete with a web of elaborate lies that ensured some badly-needed freedom from his family responsibilities. Upon seeing the fruits of his labor, though, Christopher could safely say the toil was worth it.

“I want…no, I need this. I need it so fucking bad,” he said in an almost-desperate tone.

“Don’t worry,” said the source of the seductive voice. “For what you paid us, you’re sure as hell going to get it!”

Her words, as well as the context in which she said them, felt like they had been ripped straight out of a fantasy…one that just happened to be as expensive as it was elaborate. For what Christopher needed, it couldn’t have been anything less.

He’d already paid handsomely to reserve the presidential suite at a Las Vegas luxury resort for an entire weekend. He had to pay even more to modify the master bedroom to his fanciful specifications. That included blacking out the windows, covering the lights with red-tinted shades, and modifying the king-sized bed so that it had special fixtures on the headboard and sides to accommodate certain sexual accessories.

“Are you comfortable?” the voice asked him.

“Relatively speaking,” Christopher replied with a half-humored tone, “but I’m getting there. This is just…something I never thought I’d get a chance to do.”

“It’s your fantasy. It’s happening, as we speak. You can stop overthinking it, Birthday Boy.”

That was easier said than done. Lying in the center of the oversized bed, wearing nothing both a pair of white underwear, Christopher tried to relax atop the soft, French linins. That wasn’t easy while his arms were bound to the headboard by special rope, courtesy of a local BDSM store. If that weren’t challenging enough, he was surrounded by five beautiful women wearing G-string thongs and camisole lingerie. Each woman was there to make his fantasy a reality and they took that role seriously.

They were prostitutes, each of which had been carefully screened and very well-compensated to make his fantasy real. They were not the kind of prostitutes who worked on street corners or within seedy clubs. Each woman could’ve easily been mistaken for a supermodel or a porn star. Such beauty cost extra, but Christopher gladly paid it and then some.

In addition to the money, they all had to sign an ironclad non-disclosure agreement that ensured the substance of his fantasy would never leave the walls of the resort. The women, whether they were enticed by the money or the prospect of serving some rich young man’s fantasy, signed on with surprising eagerness. The de-facto leader of the pack, a woman calling herself Amy Rox, set a tone that felt both playful and serious.

“We all know the deal, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Amy. “You’re a rich, handsome young man looking to celebrate in his own, kinky way.”

“It’s uh…not quite that simple, but still mostly accurate,” he said sheepishly.

“You hired me and my sister whores – Roxy, Raven, Trixie, and Candy – to spend the night satisfying you. From what I can tell, it’s been a while since you’ve had a satisfying birthday.”

“Or a satisfying night, for that matter,” said Candy, the platinum-blonde woman who appeared to be second-in-command. “Seriously, why does such a cute guy with a big trust fund look like he’s never been surrounded by half-naked women?”

“It’s probably because he hasn’t,” noted Trixie, a tall woman with large breasts and an exotic complexion. “Trust me. I know the signs and I’m not just referring to the tent he’s pitching in his briefs.”

Christopher smiled and blushed. The women were more perspective than he’d expected. He resisted the urge to tell them how right they were. If they’d known why he went to such lengths to live out his lurid fantasies, they would’ve either laughed or not believed him.

They weren’t wrong for thinking that he had the means to surround himself with naked women. He wasn’t just young and rich. He was the primary heir to the Harpsworth fortune and business empire. His family went back five generations and, over the years, had accumulated a level of wealth that still left accountants astonished. For that reason, along with his youth and relative good looks, Christopher didn’t blame people for thinking he didn’t have to do much to indulge in his every decadent whim.

The reality of being a Harpsworth, though, was hardly a fantasy. Christopher was fairly certain that nobody, be they beautiful women or a random guy on the street, understood why his wealthy life rarely felt like a privilege.

“It doesn’t matter how many times he’s been tied to a bed and surrounded by naked women,” said Amy, keeping the mood dead serious. “What matters is we’re here. This handsome young man has needs and he’s trusting us to fulfill them.”

“And he’s paying us,” added Roxy. “He’s paying us a lot.”

“All the more reason to do a damn good job!”

Amy, like the leader of an army regiment, made the first move. With a sultry glint in her eyes, she crawled up onto the king-sized bed and hovered over his bound form. Looming over him, she looked like a cross between an angel from Heaven and a temptress from Hell. As he gazed up at her, the bulge in his underwear grew even larger.

“Looks like he’s trying to make it easier for us,” said Raven, her gaze narrowing on the bulge.

“Let’s hope not,” said Candy. “I prefer a challenge!”

“Trust me, sister whores. This will not be easy,” said Amy.

She spoke with such certainty. It was like she knew why his needs had become so desperate. There was no way she could’ve known, even if she read the fine print on the NDA. As he gazed into her eyes, though, Christopher sensed she understood more than he dared concede.

His mouth already dry with anticipation, Amy didn’t surmise more of his motivation. She just hovered over him while the four other half-naked women surrounded him from all sides, each casting him a seductive look. A couple even reached in and playfully rubbed the bulge in his underwear. That really got his blood flowing in the right directions…or wrong, if he were judging by Harpsworth standards.

“Before we get to the main course, let’s enjoy some appetizers,” Amy said seductively.

“What if we’re hungry now?” asked Trixie.

“You’ll just have to wait. He clearly knows a thing or two about patience. It’s only fair that we appreciate it too.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Raven scoffed.

“Oh it’s there,” Amy said confidently. “It’s definitely there.”

Her certainty was almost as much a turn-on as her perfectly-shaped breasts, which couldn’t have been natural. Christopher, his wrists still bound and his body still prone, was even more captivated by the sensual spirit of the moment. While the four other women were clearly intent on doing what he’d paid them to do, Amy took it more seriously.

She helped reinforce that point as she slipped off him briefly and led the charge, once more. She began by kissing him on the lips and pawing his chest, skillfully using her tongue to convey an extra level of sensuality. As he tasted her sweet lips, the four other women went to work tasting other parts of his body. Before he knew it, Christopher felt like the ultimate treat at a sex buffet.

“Mmm…so young, strong, and prestigious,” Roxy commented as she trailed her lips over his nipple. “I like it!”

“You taste good, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Trixie after licking down the lower part of his navel.

“Is this making your birthday extra-happy yet?” asked Raven.

Christopher opened his mouth to answer, but now words came out. He just gasped in blissful contentment, his body finally settling into the fantasy that once seemed so distant. It had taken him longer than expected to fully wrap his head around it, but it finally sank in. His most intimate fantasy was really happening.

The five beautiful women demonstrated remarkable coordination as they went about tasting his half-naked body, exploring his manly flesh with their soft lips. It was so erotic and stimulating, sending shivers of bliss and energy surging through his body. He might have even squealed with delight, at one point. If he had, the women didn’t hold it against him. They never once deviated from the sensual spirit of the fantasy.

“Kiss me…taste me…embrace me,” Christopher found himself saying in between gasps.

“Shh,” Amy said softly. “Just relax. Let us lovely ladies do what we need to do.”

The wealthy young man gladly obliged. The five women were gentle, but thorough, taking turns tasting specific areas. After thoroughly tasting his lips, Amy turned her attention to his neck and shoulders, allowing Candy to move in and twirl her tongue with his, as well. Roxy, Raven, and Trixie each patiently waited their turn, but kept themselves very busy in the meantime.

The five beautiful women left little of his exposed body untouched, unkissed, and unstimulated. Inch by inch, they trailed their lips and tongues around the sinews of his upper body, showing utmost care. They were playful, but affectionate, a rare combination for anyone carrying the Harpsworth name. It was so intense that Christopher’s breathing became ragged.

“Easy, Birthday Boy. Easy,” Amy whispered into his ear. “Breathe. Relax. You’re the ultimate VIP. It’s okay to enjoy it.”

She made it sounds so easy and alluring. By every objective measure, it was. By the skewed standards of the Harpsworth family, though, it might as well have been an alien concept.

He tried not to think about his family’s rigid standards. He just wanted to enjoy the treatment of a wealthy VIP in Las Vegas. The five beautiful women kept doing their part, flashing him seductive looks as they kissed and pawed his upper body. By the time they’d tasted the breadth of his flesh, the bulge in his underwear became too large to ignore.

“Those look so confining,” commented Candy as she kissed around his upper thigh. “I think it’s time we take them off.”

“Yes, I agree,” said Amy. “His dick needs to be free…in more ways than one.”

Christopher offered no opposition. He just kept grinning in a daze as the five women gathered around his waist, grabbed the sides of his underwear, and removed them to expose his throbbing manhood. He didn’t know how hard a man’s dick was supposed to get in anticipation of fulfilling an overdue desire. He was fairly certain that his had raised the bar.

“Wow!” said Raven in amazement. “That is a hell of a boner.”

“Either someone took a few blue pills this morning or there are other forces behind this little birthday fantasy,” said Trixie.

“I’m usually inclined to believe the former, but this time…I’m not so sure,” said Roxy.

Christopher blushed again as the beautiful women marveled over the sight of his hardened cock. Amy was the only one who didn’t divert her gaze from his. She still had that glint in her eyes that told him she understood more than her fellow prostitutes.

“Whatever the case, I’m positive that we’re all very overdressed,” said Amy.

“A sentence I never thought a high-class would say with a straight face,” teased Raven.

“He’s made his needs and desires clear,” she went on. “We can’t do our jobs while fully clothed.”

“Good thing I used to be a stripper,” said Candy.

Showing more coordination – a kind most wouldn’t attribute to prostitutes or former strippers – the five beautiful women stripped naked before his eyes. They even put on a show, of sorts.

Trixie and Candy teased one another as they took turns taking off one another’s camisole, exposing their perfectly round breasts in the process. Raven and Roxy did something similar, standing up on the bed together and wiggling their hips as they slid off their G-string thongs, giving him a perfect view of their luscious lady parts. Amy kept things simple, hovering right over him as she removed her top and slid out of her underwear. It was as though she wanted to make sure he saw every inch of her naked body.

It was a sight Christopher wouldn’t soon forget. While he had seen naked women before – and not just through a computer screen, either – he’d never seen it take such a fanciful form. It was like a dream playing out before his eyes. He swore it made his dick even harder, if that were even possible. It also further affirmed just how much he needed the satisfaction that five beautiful women could offer.

“Beautiful,” Christopher said with unmitigated awe. “You amazingly wonderful women…are so beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks!” said Roxy. “That might be the nicest comment anyone has ever given me when I’m naked.”

“He didn’t even mention my tits or my freshly shaved pussy,” Trixie said. “I don’t know why you have so many needs, Christopher Harpsworth, but I’m glad you hired us to meet them!”

He kept smiling as they posed before him, showing off their bodies like models on a runway. It was becoming harder and harder to hide. His circumstances were different from that of other rich VIPs in Vegas celebrating their birthday. If they knew the truth, they might even feel sorry for him.

Seeing such beautiful naked women, so playful and free with their bodies, reminded him of the high price that game with being a Harpsworth. It just wasn’t possible to experience those things in his world. A child of the Harpsworth family, especially the male ones, were expected to come out of the womb willing to work. Christopher couldn’t remember a time of his life when he wasn’t working, to some extent. The story was similar for everyone else in his family, including his cousins, relatives, and four sisters.

There was always work to do and it always related to building the family legacy. It was a full-time job from which nobody could retire or break from. There were no vacations or holidays. Every goal, whim, and desire had to align with that of the Harpsworth family name. Anything selfish or indulgent was subject to scorn and stigma. It was why he had to come to Las Vegas under the guise of a business trip.

While Christopher had encountered opportunities to indulge before, going back to his days as a handsome rich kid at a co-ed boarding school, he only ever managed some light indulgence. He’d never had a chance to just vent the breadth of his desires over the course of a single night. The five women before him had no idea how deep those desires went, but he suspected Amy had a faint idea.

“Get comfortable with nudity, ladies. From here on out, clothing is prohibited for the rest of the night,” said Amy.

“I’m not usually keen on your bossy tone, Amy,” said Candy, “but since we’ve got such a handsome birthday boy, I’ll give it a pass.”

“Good to hear. Besides, it’ll make things easier for the next step and beyond,” Amy went on.

“And what might that entail?” asked Raven, as though she didn’t already know.

“He’s got a raging boner and we’re all wearing overpriced lipstick,” she said. “What do you think?”

Not waiting for her fellow prostitutes to fill in the blanks, Amy went to work giving his erect penis some intimate attention. She started by grasping the base with both hands, leaning over his waist from his left side, and suckling the tip with her soft lips. The intense sensations that followed caused Christopher to react strongly, almost pulling the rope off the headboard. While his arms remained bound, it still got the point across.

“A five-way blow-job,” Roxy said, “always a challenge, but always worth it!”

“You said it, my fellow whore!” said Trixie.

Brimming with sexual energy, the five beautiful women surrounded his erect manhood, as though it were a priceless relic. Still bound and utterly at their mercy, all Christopher could do was lay back and enjoy it. For once, he wouldn’t have to do the work. That, almost as much as the prospect of receiving oral sex, was immensely stimulating.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes, this is what I want!” the young man seethed.

He watched with a mix of awe and intensity as the five women went to work on his dick. Amy maintained a firm grip on the base of his cock while she and the rest of the women fought for the privilege of sucking it. Amy got the first taste, but was quickly shoved aside by Raven and Trixie, who ended up coordinating by slurping along each side of his shaft, alternating between who got to taste the tip.

It was intense, the feeling of their soft lips and skilled tongues on his cock. It sent shudders of ecstasy shooting up through his body like miniature shocks. Christopher had received oral sex before, but never from women who actually knew what they were doing. The women in his wealthy circles were good at a lot of things, but intimacy and kink weren’t among them.

As he soaked in every feeling, the women continued cycling through the intimate process. They treated it as a contest, of sorts, with each woman showing off her oral sex skills. After Raven and Trixie tag-teamed his cock, Candy showed off even more by deep-throating him to such an extent that required a superhuman gag reflex. It even got her a round of applause from her fellow whores.

“Damn! Someone has been working on her dick-sucking skills,” said Raven.

“Show off,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes.

“I bet I can do better,” said Roxy. “Move aside!”

The oral sex contest escalated even further. After Candy got in a few long, lengthy sucks, Roxy moved in to demonstrate her deep-throating skills as well. Christopher honestly didn’t know that anyone could get that skilled at sucking a dick, but the women before him kept finding ways to blur the lines of fantasy.

“Good…better…great!” he gasped. “My God, that feels incredible!”

“Then, we’re doing something right,” Amy said, as though it were standard protocol.

The oral sex competition kept going until each of them had shown off their skills. Eventually, the competition gave way to greater coordination. At one point, all five women had their tongues touching his cock, licking and slithering along every inch, stimulating every sensitive nerve. Through their efforts, Christopher found himself entering unfamiliar territory in terms of lust and desire.

For once, the work and toil that was expected of a Harpsworth felt rewarded. However, the reward didn’t just extend to making more money and furthering the family name. It felt more personal, an effort built around his desires and no one else’s. That made it special in ways beyond the sensual.

“Ladies, I think he’s ready for more,” said Amy after giving the tip of his cock one last lick.

“Really? Five women sucking his dick isn’t enough?” teased Raven.

“For a handsome young man on his birthday? Hardly,” Amy scoffed. “All this was just an appetizer. It’s time for the main course!”

The five naked women exchanged knowing glances. Once again, Amy proved a capable leader, the four other women trusting her intimate instincts. Christopher had come to trust it as well. In fact, he believed that she understood his needs better than he did.

With a commanding gesture, the four other women pulled away from his still-erect cock. Then, like a well-organized team with a refined game-plan, they positioned themselves around him. Amy got on top of him again, straddling his waist and hovering over his bound form. Raven and Trixie laid in the area to his left, pulling each other into a playful embrace. Candy and Roxy were to his right in a similar embrace, showing little hesitation in letting their naked bodies intimately touch.

While they seemed to be having fun, Amy remained serious. Gazing down at him, her breasts right in his face while his dick rubbed against her butt from behind, she made clear that she was the de-facto arbiter of his elaborate fantasy. Christopher might have known what he wanted, but only Amy knew how to go about getting it.

“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” she began, as though it were even a debate at that point, “I’m going to ride your cock nice and hard. You’re going to enjoy my pussy. And while you’re enjoying it, these four lovely ladies are going to channel their inner bisexual and put on a show for you.”

“Only part of it is for show,” said Roxy, already fondling Candy’s breasts. “The other part is to keep ourselves wet and ready.”

“Speak for yourself,” said Trixie. “I actually am bi. This is just a bonus round for me!”

“Don’t get greedy,” Amy warned. “Remember, this is all for our handsome VIP. We get laid all the time and get paid for it. Mr. Harpsworth here…he genuinely needs this.”

She really emphasized that last point, highlighting the difference between fulfilling a need and just having some kinky fun. Christopher still wasn’t sure how she understood that difference so well, but he was beyond caring. The full extent of his fantasy, desires, and needs was about to unfold.

“In that case,” Candy said, “what are we waiting for?”

“Yeah! Let the birthday kink begin!” Raven said.

The four women to his sides began going at it, making out and fondling each other in a full-blown sex show. They rubbed their breasts together, twirled their tongues, and fingered one another’s pussies with skill every bit as refined as their blowjob abilities.

As hot as those visuals were, Christopher focused much of his attention on Amy. She took his needs and desires more seriously than the others. Being naked and bound, the burden of finishing the job she’d promised was on her shoulders.

“I know what you need and why, Christopher Hapsworth,” she said to him. “Here…let me give it to you.”

With those fateful words, Amy adjusted herself, aligning her body with his. Then, in a moment that shattered the line between fantasy and reality, she guided his dick into her pussy.

What followed was ecstasy in its purest form. Christopher could only gasp, his mind and body frozen under the weight of the feeling. It was so hot, her tight womanly folds slithering along his member. Once full penetration was achieved, the fantasy finally became real.

“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.

“Yes!” Amy said, her voice seething with lust. “You like it. You need it. Embrace it!”

Christopher replied only with another gasp, the ropes restraining his arms barely holding him at that point. Amy’s response was more productive. Once her inner muscles had accommodated his manhood, she grabbed onto his waist and began riding him. She wasn’t too rough, but she wasn’t too careful, either. Like a real-life goddess, she knew exactly what he needed to make their sex as satisfying as it needed to be.

“Yeah! You go, Amy! Ride that cock!” Roxy encouraged while Candy sucked on her nipples.

That’s how a pro, fucks,” commented Raven.

“You almost sound jealous,” said Trixie.

“Good thing I’m too horny to care.”

The four women cheered Amy on, but kept their sex show going. Even they seemed to admire Amy’s unique kills. Anyone who could impress both a Hapsworth and four experienced whores had to be special in her own right.

Amy kept rising to the occasion, riding his cock and rocking her body to the intimate rhythm. It felt like their bodies were perfectly synchronized, his manhood slithering smoothly within the tight folds of her womanhood. It was so intense, Amy’s heated efforts evoking immense rewards in the form of incredible bliss. What made it even more remarkable was her willingness to share those rewards.

“I…I’m getting close, Mr. Hapsworth,” she said intently. “I know…you’re close too.”

Again, Christopher could only respond with gasps. It was enough to get his point across. While still riding his cock, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Come with me,” she said to him. “I want it, but you need it.”

As if to further her point, she intensified her movements, riding him harder to send him to the brink. That threshold of ecstasy usually took so much effort, on his part. Every shred of bliss and comfort took so much work for a Hapsworth. The feeling of someone else taking him to that special domain was an incredible feeling that made for a special kind of euphoria.

“Ohhh God, I’m coming! I’m going to…come!” he exclaimed.

Time froze. Thoughts, passions, and all sense of logic blended together into a single feeling. In a rare moment of serenity, Christopher Hapsworth entered a world of ecstasy, courtesy of the sensual efforts of Amy and her fellow prostitutes.

Suddenly, he became the primary spectacle, the four other women ceasing their playful gestures to admire the sight. He could feel their eyes on him as his expression tensed, his body shuddered, and his voice echoed with unfiltered passion. He heard Amy moan as well, still clinging to his waist as their intimate flesh remained perfectly entwined.

At first, he wasn’t sure if she’d climaxed too or if she faked it. However, the way her inner muscles throbbed around his member and the look on her face as he soaked in the feeling convinced him there was nothing fake about it. She had an orgasm as well. She pursued the same pleasure and shared it with him.

It was antithetical to the Hapsworth family creed, sharing the fruits of one’s labor with someone who had not earned it. That was exactly what made it so appealing, as well as satisfying. His wrists still bound and his face now beaming with joy, Christopher eagerly shared in the moment with her.

“That…was better than any fantasy,” he said breathlessly.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Hapsworth,” said Amy with a grin, still leaning over in a more intimate embrace. “For such a handsome young man, I could do nothing less…especially on his birthday.”

“I…don’t think you appreciate the gift you’ve just given me,” Christopher said. “What we did…how we did it…why we did it…I wish I could put it into words, but I can’t.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find other ways to tell us,” commented Roxy coyly.

“I hope so,” said Candy, “because even by horny rich guy standards, I’m not entirely sure what I just witnessed.”

The other women seemed to share in that sentiment. They even looked intrigued, as though he’d done something to set himself apart from all the other rich men who hired prostitutes in Las Vegas. Christopher would’ve loved to explain how his fantasy had taken shape and why he waited until his birthday in Las Vegas to pursue it. Even with his ivy league education, he doubted he could find the words.

He didn’t have to explain himself to Amy, though. He could tell through that subtle glint in her eyes that she already knew. Through a simple nod, she told him that she knew how the rest of his fantasy would play out.

“He’s had his first taste of a once-impossible fantasy,” Amy said. “Trust me, ladies. He wants more…a lot more.”

With a mischievous grin, she rose up off his still-throbbing member and untied his wrists from the bed. Once free, Christopher felt a new kind of energy consume him. After tasting that feeling that Amy shared with him, experiencing his fantasy on a level that revealed so much about his passions, he was ready to pursue it on his own terms.

He set his sights on the four naked women who’d been making out and building their respective arousal. In that instant, Christopher transformed from a bound and eager submissive to a predatory alpha male in heat. Through a single glance, he let each woman know that he was going to fuck them and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

“Ooh boy,” said Trixie, “I’ve seen that look before.”

“Me too,” Roxy said. “Good thing it makes me wet.”

“No more talking, please,” said Christopher, his lust mixing with the formalities of being a Hapsworth. “I’m going to have my way with each of you beautiful ladies. Rest assured, I’ll work hard to ensure you leave this bed satisfied.”

“Is that a promise, Birthday Boy?” asked Candy.

“No. It’s a warning!”

Unleashed from his confines and driven by focused desire, Christopher pounced on the four naked women with an energy that surprised even the most experience prostitutes. He pulled all four of them into a messy embrace, drawing them into a four-way kiss that created a mass of naked flesh in the center of the bed. From there, a chaotic, yet organized outburst of lust unfolded.

He started with Trixie, laying her down and arranging their bodies in a 69 position so he could eat her pussy out while she sucked his dick. There was nothing careful or gentle about it. He ate her out with the intention of giving her an orgasm and humped her face with the intention of getting his dick hard again for more sex. It ended up working faster than any of the women expected.

“Mmm…fuck!” was all Trixie got out before she climaxed.

Christopher didn’t even wait for the orgasmic process to finish. His dick was already hard again and he set his sights on Candy and Roxy. After getting off Trixie, he took on the same commanding poise as Amy had when she was directing the fantasy.

“Roxy,” he said, pointing at her, “get on top of Candy. I’m going to fuck you both.”

“Whatever you say, Birthday Boy!” said Candy.

“So assertive and manly,” said Roxy, “you better fuck me first!”

“Don’t worry. You’re both getting fucked.”

True to his Hapsworth name, he turned his words into actions. As soon as Candy got on top of Roxy, he pounced on both of them, positioning himself behind them so that he could fuck them both, alternating between their pussies along the way. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough, either. Every thrust, touch, and motion was focused. Now that the fantasy was real, the only way to take it further was to put in the effort. Thankfully, that was something every Hapsworth appreciated.

“Fuck! Ooh fuck!” Roxy said as he pumped into her depths. “So…strong! So good!”

“Mmm…this handsome VIP is full of surprises!” said Candy while rubbing her breasts against Roxy’s to supplement the feeling.

He kept at, never losing focus for a second. He did it until both women came – or pretended to come, as might have been the case. He wasn’t as sure that they were as genuine as Amy, but that didn’t matter. He still had passions to vent and a fantasy to pursue.

After having his way with Roxy and Candy, he set his sights on Raven, who’d been making out with Amy to keep herself in the moment. Christopher literally tore her from Amy’s embrace, turned her over so that she was on all fours, and got behind her so that he could fuck her too. With the same focused fervor he’d shown with the other women, he entered her and began rocking her body.

“Ooh! Damn, what’s gotten…into him?” Raven asked.

“You don’t need to know,” Amy said, still in front of her and shoving her breasts in her face. “This is his fantasy on his birthday. Let him enjoy it.”

“Did I say I minded?” she replied. “Hell, I like it!”

Encouraged by her reaction, Christopher humped her harder than Roxy and Candy, rocking her body and evoking blissful cries that echoed throughout the room. She was definitely the loudest of the women, letting out high-pitched squeals of delight as he indulged in their sex. It only got louder when he brought her to orgasm, which he was fairly certain she didn’t fake.

At that point, having had his way with every woman at least once, Christopher tempered his focus and followed his whims more directly. He was still very aroused and very determined to push the limits of his fantasy. The five beautiful women continued to oblige and share in the feeling.

“Don’t let up, Mr. Hapsworth!” Amy urged. “Keep fucking us. Keep indulging. You put in the effort and so will we!”

She knew how to push his buttons. She knew that would only encourage him. That just made Christopher want to indulge even more.

Everything quickly devolved into a mesh of sweaty naked bodies, moving and gyrating in accord with the most basic of whims. Christopher could no longer keep track of it all. One moment, he had Trixie on her back, her legs hitched over his shoulders as he pumped his cock into her pussy. The next, he had Roxy on top of him riding his cock while Amy straddled his face so he could gorge on her pussy. The women continued to demonstrate their ability to coordinate. Candy and Raven used their breasts to tit-fuck him at one point. Raven and Amy laid on their sides and made out with each other while he alternated between fucking them.

He ended up climaxing at least several times over the course of such indulgence, pushing the limits of both fantasy and male biology. Even the women were impressed. They were probably used to a man losing his passion after blowing his load once. Those men didn’t have nearly as much pent up passion as him. Being able to exercise it for once, carving out a special fantasy on his birthday, helped his body match his desires.

“What I’ve wanted…what I’ve needed,” he said in the middle of the indulgence. “Finally, it’s mine to embrace.”

“Yes, Christopher,” Amy said to him. “It’s yours and no one else’s.”

That idea was almost as powerful as the ecstasy that came with it, enjoying the fruits of his labor on his own terms instead of those imposed by his family. It felt like such an alien concept when it shouldn’t have, enjoying a feeling for himself instead of making everything about his family’s legacy. Fantasy or not, it was as satisfying as it was profound.

“Yes! Embrace it, Mr. Hapsworth! Embrace it!” each woman began saying, as though it were a mantra.

He responded with more actions, indulging in more sex acts with each woman, venting his passions and meeting years of unmet needs. The five women continued to accommodate him every step of the way, getting their share of the feeling as well. He didn’t know for certain if they were as satisfied as him, but he certainly did his part.

When it finally ended, the last shared climax having occurred with Amy and Trixie, they all collapsed atop the oversized bed in a naked heap. The entire room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. After echoes of orgasmic cries had filled the room, the only sounds that remained were heavy breathing and content sighs. It was a serene conclusion to such a decadent fantasy.

Somewhere along the line, Christopher Hapsworth found himself lying in the center of the bed with Amy curled up on one side and Trixie on the other. Raven, Roxy, and Candy were already half-asleep, lying near the foot of the bed. Trixie must have been really tired because she was already snoring. He was in need of rest as well, but held off, if only to savor every last moment of the experience.

Only Amy remained fully awake. As he laid with her, surrounded by other naked women and having completed a fantasy, she gently stroked his chest, gazing at him with that knowing look of hers. Whether by luck, fate, or a fitting birthday present, Christopher had found a woman who had embraced the fantasy every bit as much as he had. It led him to wonder just how great an impact it would have once returned to the laborious life of being a Hapsworth.

“It’s okay, Mr. Hapsworth,” Amy said to him in that soft, sensual tone he’d come to love.

“Yes,” he said with a content grin. “This is very okay.”

“I’m not just talking about that,” she said. “I’m saying it’s okay to pursue your own needs every once in a while. There’s a time to work hard for the sake of others and a time to work for the sake of yourself. It doesn’t have to be a fantasy, but when it’s your birthday and you’re in Las Vegas…why not?”

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“Sisterly Support” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about sisters who support each other in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!

“How long is this going to take, Jan?” asked a restless Brittney Lawton.

“Why? Did you actually have plans for tonight?” replied her bemused older sister, Janet.

“Watching movies and eating leftover Thai food counts as plans.”

“In that case, this may take longer than I thought.”

Brittney groaned to herself as her older sister led her up the stairs of the quaint, suburban house she shared with her husband, Kyle. She wasn’t in the mood for another one of her half-hearted efforts to boost her spirits. She’d had enough of those over the past seven months. While her Janet’s heart was always in the right place, she had no idea what she was going through.

“Seriously, Jan,” she groaned, “I don’t have the energy for this tonight. I get that me living here is a pain in the ass, but let’s not make this harder than it already is.”

“I’ve been watching you loft about this place for months, looking miserable and depressed at every turn,” Janet said, stopping just at the top of the stairs. “Trust me. It can’t get much harder.”

“Famous last words,” Brittney muttered.

“I’m serious! I can’t stand to see you like this anymore. Believe it or not, I actually care when my little sister is suffering. I’ve been on the front lines since we were kids. I was there when you got stood up by your prom date. I was there when you and Craig broke up. I could only do so much back then. I can do a lot more now, so that’s what I’m doing.”

Brittney wanted to shove her sister away, but couldn’t bring herself to be that callous. Misery aside, Janet had always been there for her, helping her through tough times in whatever way she could. However, that help wasn’t always very effective.

Regardless of Janet’s sentiments, even she couldn’t deny that they were very different people. They were so different, in fact, that most never would’ve guessed they were related. Janet was an outgoing, free-spirited woman who dyed her hair, had tattoos, and put herself out there more than most women dared. Brittney had always been more reserved. She freely admitted that she was detail-oriented, uptight, and very regimented in her behavior. It was part of what made her a successful analyst at the bank she worked at.

Unfortunately, those traits hadn’t served her well in her personal life. If anything, they had been the primary reason why her previous relationship – which also happened to be the most serious – blew up in her face, resulting in her having to move in with her older sister. In hindsight, she had no excuse for putting herself in such a bad position. She’d been so thorough in handling her previous relationship, right up until the point where it ended. Her ending up on her sister’s couch felt like a total failure on every level, as a person.

Conversely, her sister found success, despite being less motivated and driven. She had had a decent job as an art instructor and part-time tattoo artist. She had a good home in a neighborhood much better than the one they’d come from. She’d even found love, marrying someone she’d known since high school. It didn’t seem fair, her rowdy older sister doing so much better in life.

“Brittney,” Janet said, letting go of her hand and cupping her face with annoying sincerity, “I really am worried about you. So is Mom. She’s very close to staging an intervention.”

“Why?” Brittney scoffed. “Because I’m still recovering from fucking things up with my ex?”

“You call this recovery?” her older sister scoffed. “Listen to me, Little Sis…what happened with you two wasn’t a simple fuck-up. It was so flawed from the get-go that you were basically setting yourself up for disaster.”

“Thanks. That’s helps a lot,” Brittney said dryly.

“Come on! Don’t be like that. You know as well as everyone else with functioning eyes that you and Craig weren’t working. You were just so goddamn controlling. You scheduled all the dates. You assigned all the chores. You even designated specific times for when you had sex, for crying out loud!”

“You’re acting like I was the bitch. Need I remind you of the other women he saw behind my back? One of which was a goddamn dog walker?”

“That was a dick move. Nobody contests that. Demanding that you move out when you guys broke up…that was also a dick move in the highest order.”

“Even if it was his place, which he only had because his uncle gave it to him,” Brittney muttered, not ignoring the context.

“At the same time, you were the one who demanded that they get counseling. You were the one who said if you were going to get married, have a family, and all that crap, you had to do things your way. In the grand scheme of things…can you blame him for ending it like he did?”

“You’re really taking his side?” Brittney scoffed. “So much for being my supportive older sister.”

“Hey! It’s because I’m your older sister that I can tell you the cold, hard truth. The fact that you’re sleeping on my couch, rent-free, should show you just how much I care.”

Brittney hated how their conversations played out. When it came to her personal life, Janet never held back. She’d been critical of her approach to relationships since they were teenagers. For the longest time, she couldn’t claim she had been the most responsible sister.

Being such a free spirit, Janet had a number of boyfriends, going back to middle school. She lost her virginity the first chance she got and showed little restraint in terms of pushing her sexual boundaries. At one point, she even claimed she slept with another woman, just to see what it felt like. Most of her friends didn’t believe her, but Brittney knew the truth.

She shouldn’t have had so much success, both in terms of a satisfying sex life and finding love. Janet kept things traditional, having had only two major relationships in her life with Craig being the most serious. She had every intention of developing that relationship into something more serious. Then, it all fell apart and now her own sister was telling her she bore much of the blame.

“Brit,” Janet continued, “let’s stop beating around the bush. That relationship stopped working as soon as you began treating it like just another task…one no different from preparing an audit for the bank.”

“That’s not true,” Brittney said, her voice becoming strained. “I…I really loved him.”

“I believe you. I also believe that your approach to love…well, it has a few flaws.”

“Says the woman who dated two guys at once during her junior year,” she scoffed.

“And the woman who ultimately met the love of her life, married him, and still has a fulfilling sex life.”

Brittney groaned and diverted her gaze. She wanted to turn around and run back to the living room, but her older sister kept her close, still gazing at her with that sisterly affection. It was hard to escape, but discussing her sex life was every bit as difficult

“Are you really going to bring that up again?”

“Why shouldn’t I? Craig said outright that you treated sex like a chore, one no more fulfilling than completing someone’s loan application. The fact you didn’t argue that is pretty telling.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Brittney argued, now blushing as her sister got more and more personal.

“Is it really?” Janet questioned. “If you’re that dismissive of the most basic – not to mention the most fun – part of a relationship, then how could you be surprised when Craig’s eyes started to wander? It’s not like he was looking to hurt you. He just wanted some goddamn passion.”

“I can’t believe it. You really are taking his side!”

“I’m only pointing out what you keep avoiding…what you’ve been avoiding for years.”

Janet’s voice got more serious. Still cupping her face, she locked eyes with her and gave her that same harsh look that Brittney used to give her whenever she mismanaged her personal life. It was so strange, being on the other side of that issue. At the same time, it was somewhat unavoidable. Janet never hid from harsh truths whereas Brittney tried to work around them. For once, she had to face one of her greatest failings.

“Brittney,” she continued, using that same voice mom often used when she needed her attention. “it’s okay to be reserved. It’s okay to be disciplined. But for crying out loud, to be this uptight when it comes to passion…it’s not healthy.”

“If I say you’re right, will you let this go?” Brittney said, already feeling the emotional strain.

“Not when there’s something I can do to help,” Janet said strongly. “Even after you and Craig broke up…after you moved in, moped around for months on end, and struggled to rebuild your life…you’re still this pent up ball of emotional frustration. Before you can begin to more forward with your life, you need to let it out. You need to unleash some of that passion.”

“And you think you can help me do that?” Brittney asked skeptically.

“I know I can,” her sister replied with utmost certainty.

As annoyed as Brittney was with her sister’s efforts, a part of her was genuinely curious. Like it or not, she was right about one thing. What she’d been doing, both during and after her relationship with Craig, wasn’t working. She had been downright inept when it came to managing her emotions.

That had to change. Brittney couldn’t stand to be so miserable. After months of self-pity, she had to do something, even if that meant going against her rigid ways.

“Fine,” Brittney said in defeat. “If it’ll shut you up and get you off my back, I’ll hear you out.”

“Great!” Janet said with unusual eagerness. “But you’ll have to do more than just listen for what Kyle and I have planned.”

“You and Kyle? He’s actually helping you with this?” said Brittney with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh he’s doing much more than that. Follow me and you’ll see for yourself.”

Now, Brittney was even more curious. Janet rarely got her husband involved in sisterly affairs. Like Janet, Kyle was very free-spirited and open. Their mother once described him as a hippie with better hygiene and bigger muscles. Brittney was among those who thought he would just be another one of Janet’s casual flings. Then, they got married and many relatives still hadn’t wrapped their heads around it.

Brittney didn’t bother trying to make sense of it. She just followed her older sister to the end of the upstairs hallway, which led directly to the master bedroom that she shared with her husband. Brittney usually avoided it, not one to get too intimately involved with her older sister’s private affairs. It had been a long time since Janet invited her to participate in them.

Near as Brittney could tell, something was already going on inside the room. She saw a strange light coming from under the door. She also heard music, specifically the weird new age type music that her Janet had always enjoyed. Before she opened the door, though, she stopped and locked eyes with her again.

“Now, before we go in, there’s something you need to promise me,” Janet said, speaking in that serious tone again.

“Just tell me it doesn’t involve calling mom,” Brittney said dryly.

“It doesn’t. In fact, I want what we’re about to do to be just between us. No other soul needs to know about it.”

“Fine, I’ll keep it a secret,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll never tell anyone you dragged me into this.”

“That’s not the promise I want you to make. What I want from you is this…give whatever Kyle and I have planned for you a chance. Don’t just go through the motions and pretend to go along. I need you to both do this and put some real effort into it.”

“Sure, I think I can do that,” Brittney said, already eager to get it over with.

Janet didn’t seem convinced. She grabbed her by the shoulders, gave her that stoic look again, and got more serious than should’ve been possible for her free-spirited older sister.

“Be serious, Brit! Promise me you’ll try this and see it through,” Janet said strongly.

“Okay! Okay, Jan,” Brittney said in a more serious tone. “I promise.”

“Say it again.

“I promise I’ll try whatever crazy shit you and Kyle have planned for me.”

“And?” her older sister added.

“And I’ll take it seriously,” Brittney said, rolling her eyes again.

“I’m glad you said that out loud,” Janet said with a strange grin, “because I have a feeling you’ll need a moment to appreciate this.”

Before Brittney could ask more questions and second-guess what she’d just promised, Janet opened the door and revealed a sight that caused her to freeze where she stood. Suddenly, she understood why her sister made her make such a promise.

“Uh…the fuck?” Brittney said.

“Take all the time you need, little sister,” Janet said in a humored tone.

It was a scene right out of a bad porn movie. Janet and Kyle had turned their master bedroom – which she’d been in earlier that morning – into some sort of kinky sex dungeon.

The windows had been blacked out with curtains. The lamps had been covered with red blankets to bathe the room in a reddish, distinctly erotic hue. Most notably, though, the bed had been turned into some sort of S&M setup. The sheets and comforter had been removed. There were ropes attached to shackles on the head and foot of the bed. However, lying in the middle of it all was the most erotic sight of all.

Kyle, the man who had somehow captured the heart of her promiscuous, free-spirited sister, was fully nude with his wrists and ankles bound by the ropes. The only thing he had on was some sort of strange-looking cock-ring around his penis. It couldn’t have been very comfortable, but he looked surprisingly relaxed. Chancers were it wasn’t the first time he’d been tied up in bed.

Just seeing him naked, including that generous endowment between his legs that Janet often bragged about, was enough to make Brittney blush bright red. Kyle laughed at her reaction, almost seeming casual as she stood there in shock.

“Wow! You actually convinced her to go through with it,” Kyle said. “Guess I owe you a dinner and a hot oil massage, Jan.”

“You can make it up to me later, babe. For now, our sole focus is my hapless little sister,” said Janet.

While Brittney struggled to process the sight before her, Janet entered the room and casually stripped out of the T-shirt and sweatpants she’d been wearing, only to reveal that she had on a pair of crotch-less red panties with a matching garter. She didn’t even bother with a bra, making it very clear just how much she had planned everything out.

It was a lot of sexual imagery, more than she’d ever fit into a single room. It was overwhelming. Her heart raced, her legs went weak, and parts of her body felt hotter than usual. Some of that had to be a reflex. Kyle was, after all, a very attractive man, thanks largely to his work as a Yoga instructor and personal trainer. However, some aspects of her reaction felt like something more…like something she hadn’t let out.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and gawk? Or are you going to come in and join us?” Kyle asked, as though it were a typical formal request.

“She’ll join us soon, babe. She did make me a promise, after all,” said Janet.

Brittney was already questioning how quickly she’d made that promise, but it was too late to take it back. Still in an awkward daze, her mostly-naked sister took her hand and led her into the room, closing the door behind them. She then led her over to the foot of the bed where she had a perfect view of her sister’s naked, bound husband.

“What we have here is a simple setup with a simple premise,” Janet said.

“Really? You call this simple?” said Brittney, unable to take her eyes off Kyle’s male anatomy.

“It’s as simple as we could make it without overwhelming you, little sister.”

“It’s a little too late for that.”

“Let me break it down for you,” Janet went on, leaning in a little closer. “You’ve got a lot of pent up feelings…emotions, passions, and reservations that you never let out when you were with Craig. Even after you broke up, you still haven’t let them out. Have you even masturbated since you moved in?”

“That…is way too personal,” said Brittney.

“Says the woman staring directly at my husband’s junk.”

“God, I wish I could faint right now.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind you staring,” said Kyle with a casual shrug.

Brittney tried to look away, but Janet didn’t let her. She stood right behind her, placed both hands on her shoulders, and kept her looking forward at the naked man before her. A part of her already knew where she was going with her kinky ploy. Brittney would’ve been mortified had certain parts of her body not proven Janet right.

It was true. She hadn’t dealt with her pent up frustrations since moving in, including those relating to sex. While she didn’t consider herself as sexual as her older sister, she was certainly no prude. She had plenty of desires and she even used to explore them in her youth. Much of that stopped once she got into a relationship with Craig. Now, it seemed to be catching up with her.

“Here’s what I want you to try,” Janet said, almost sounding seductive as she spoke into her ear, “join me and Kyle for some sexy time. He’s already agreed to play the part of a willing submissive.”

“And trust me, it’s not the first time. I’m very good at making myself available to beautiful, horny women,” Kyle said teasingly.

“Don’t let his boasting go to your head…not yet, anyways,” Janet continued. “More specifically, I want you – my uptight, heart-broken little sister – to have your wicked way with my husband in any way you see fit.”

“Any way?” Brittney said, still having a hard time believing what she’d just heard.

“Do whatever it takes. Fuck him. Suck him. Take it up the ass. Do whatever you need to do with him. I’ll even help. Most importantly – and this is where it may get tricky for you – I want you to be completely, utterly satisfied by the end.”

Brittney gazed over the bound man before her, his masculine features triggering reactions in her mind and body that she hadn’t felt in months. She then looked over towards her sister, who still had that seductive, yet serious glint in her eyes. It soon became clear that it was not some elaborate fantasy. It was very real and it was intended to help her.

The idea of having sex with her sister’s husband – even if he was a very attractive man, who was bound in a bed and free to her every lurid whim – still took a moment to sink in. She’d heard a few friends and relatives joke about how Janet and Kyle had an open relationship. Her uncle even claimed they’d had a three-way at Janet’s last birthday. Brittney thought it had just been a joke. Now, she had confirmation that her older sister was just that adventurous.

Both she and Kyle seemed so willing and eager. Certain parts of Brittney’s body were just as eager. She remained somewhat hesitant. Then, she recalled the promise she’d made her older sister.

“Remember…you promised,” Janet reminded her.

“I did, didn’t I?” Brittney muttered.

“So you’re going to give it a try?” said Kyle. “Because whether it’s you, your sister, or both, I’m game!”

“Of course you are,” said Janet with a humored grin, “but make no mistake, little sister. This is about helping you. You’ve still got a lot of problems when it comes to managing emotions, desires, and everything in between. Why not make it just a little bit easier by addressing the sexy parts first?”

It almost made too much sense, starting with one item on her list of many problems and working from there. Even from her overly-uptight perspective, it had merit. That, or she just hadn’t had sex in a very long time and needed some kind of outlet. Whatever the case, she had made her promise and her choice.

“Okay,” Brittney said with a sigh, turning her gaze back towards Kyle. “If you really think this will help…”

“We know it will,” said Janet confidently. “Now get the hell out of those itchy clothes and have a taste of my hubby’s luscious cock!”

Her older sister didn’t let her second-guess her decision. She began undressing her, helping her remove the shorts and tank top she’d been wearing when she planned on spending the night on the couch. Brittney hadn’t even been wearing a bra, leaving her in just a pair of panties after her shorts came off. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with her arms, as though she hadn’t left her modesty at the bedroom door.

“Hey, don’t be shy,” said Janet, gently pulling her arms away from her chest. “You’ve got great tits. Don’t be afraid to show them off.”

“It’s amazing how often you say what I’m thinking, Jan,” said Kyle, his gaze quickly narrowing on her breasts.

“We’re sisters and the women in our family are proud of our tits. Some just need a little more coaxing than others.”

Brittney still blushed under the gaze of her sister’s husband, but found herself smiling somewhat. Being overtly sexual didn’t come easy for her, but it helped that she had the same quality genetics as her sister. Those genetics included well-developed breasts that had attracted plenty of men. Kyle was just the most overt.

“Speaking of coaxing, ditch the panties,” Janet said. “This is our room and we don’t permit sexual reservations.”

“So I’ve noticed,” Brittney said, her hands shaking as she grasped the sides of her panties.

“You’re a beautiful, sexy woman, Brittney,” Kyle added. “Don’t be afraid to embrace that. Hell, have fun with it!”

“Easier said than done,” Brittney retorted.

“Is it really?” Janet questioned.

She opened her mouth to contest her sister’s point, but came up with nothing. She might have been too aroused or exposed to think of something. It was too late to pull back, though. Taking their words and her promise seriously, she slipped out of her panties. She even wiggled her hips a bit, showing more sexiness in that one motion than she had in nearly a year.

“Nice,” Kyle said as his gaze narrowed on her lower body, “a cute, well-groomed pussy. You two really are sisters.”

“Don’t push it, Kyle. You’re the submissive, remember?” Janet reminded him. “That means you are at the utter mercy of me and my desperately horny little sister.”

“Hey! I’m not that desperate,” argued Brittney, even as she kept blushing.

“Prove it,” Janet dared her. “Join me on the bed, taste my husband’s cock, and say with a straight face you don’t want it.”

She hated it when her sister dared her. It always brought out her more competitive side. In the past, it often led to fights, but that was not the most likely recourse for once.

Now fully naked, feeling more exposed than she’d ever been since her breakup with Craig, Brittney found herself eyeing Kyle’s cock again. She even saw it twitch somewhat, the sight of two naked women having a clear effect. Her lack of sexual activity and pent up desires started boiling to the surface. For once, her overly-analytical mind took a back seat to her most basic instincts.

“God, I wish you hadn’t dared me,” said Brittney, her voice already dripping with lust.

“I’m already glad she did,” said Kyle.

“Hey! Shut up while my sister and I gorge on your dick,” Janet said with the authority of a dominatrix.

That silenced Kyle in an instant. Jan had already crawled onto the king-sized bed, kneeling at her husband’s side, giving his cock a few good strokes. She patted the other side of the bed, welcoming her sister to join them. Brittney accepted that invitation, following desires she once tried so hard to ignore.

Once on the bed, she got to feel a real penis in her hands for the first time in almost a year. It might not have been the most erotic act she could’ve done, but it reminded Brittney that she was still a healthy, heterosexual woman and Kyle was an attractive, well-endowed man. After a brief exploration of his male anatomy, the young woman soon found herself wanting more.

“Go on,” Janet encouraged, “taste it.”

“You’re really asking me…your sister…to suck your husband’s cock,” Brittney said, if only to put that concept into words.

“I have a wonderful, sexy husband that I love with all my heart. Why wouldn’t I share his delicious cock with my desperately-horny sister?”

Kyle didn’t say a word, but he had the biggest grin on his face. Brittney, still struggling to wrap her head around her sister’s sexual proclivities, chose not to argue with such flawless logic. Instead, she followed her growing sexual hunger, licking her lips and tasting the juice piece of manly flesh before her.

“Ooh damn!” Kyle gasped. “She is horny, that’s for sure.”

“But is she desperate?” Janet asked. “I wonder…”

As Brittney began licking along the length of Kyle’s cock, Janet moved in and joined her, showing off her own oral sex skills. She actually took in most of his length, shooting her that daring glance that always awoke Brittney’s more competitive side. She had to know that was only going to motivate her even more. Not one to let her older sister upstage her, Brittney rose to the occasion.

“Oh, it’s on, bitch!” Brittney said.

That did not sound like the reserved young woman still recovering from a break-up. That sounded like a woman with a sexy side that she hadn’t let out in far too long. It was overwhelming, her heart and mind racing in ways she hadn’t experienced in years. She still didn’t avoid it. If anything, it felt almost overdue.

Like any sibling rivalry, Brittney channeled her own oral sex skills, grabbing the base of Kyle’s cock and pulling it towards her so that she could take in the extent of his length. She then made it a point to suck harder, using more tongue to trigger more arousal. She even cast her sister a similar look, letting her know that she did have a sexy side, even if she didn’t express it as often.

“Ohhh yeah! It’s definitely on!” said Kyle, who was the only clear winner.

Back and forth, it went…her and Janet taking turns sucking his dick. Janet kept egging her on, upping her game as she sucked and stroked her husband’s cock. At one point, she began fondling her pussy to build her own arousal. Brittney matched her every step of the way, if only to prove that she could.

Such competitive cock-sucking ensured Kyle got fully erect fairly quickly. After it seemed like they’d reached a stalemate, Janet locked eyes with her again and made her next dare.

“I can already see it in you,” Janet said, “all the shit you’ve been holding back…it’s starting to come out.”

“Maybe it is,” Brittney said. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to show me you can let it out.”

“And how do you propose I do that?” Brittney asked intently.

“Simple…ride my husband’s cock. Ride it until you have a good, hard orgasm. I’ll also turn on the cock ring, just to see if you can handle it.”

She was goading her, more so than most older sisters. She wasn’t just daring her to fuck her husband. She was daring her to show that she could be the same sexy, free-spirited woman, if only in bed.

It was a different kind of dare, but one with a larger purpose. Brittney’s sex life had been many things, but kinky wasn’t one of them. She thought that she and Craig didn’t need it. Regular, basic sex should’ve been enough. She’d thought that was enough for her, especially compared to her older sister. Craig’s wandering eye proved her wrong.

Now, she had a chance to prove herself right or wrong. Was she the kind of woman who needed something extra in her sex life? Could she be as fun and adventurous as her older sister? There was only one way to find out and she might not ever get another chance.

“I can handle it. You’ll see…provided Kyle can handle me,” said Brittney, feeling a bit more comfortable with her overtly sexual tone.

“I can handle your sister, Brit. I can definitely handle you,” Kyle boasted.

“We’ll see about that!”

Brittney, showing more kink and playfulness than she ever had in an intimate setting, practically shoved her older sister aside and mounted Kyle like an animal in heat. Now straddling his pelvis, her knees planted firmly at his side, she aligned his erect cock with her wet opening. The grin on his face never waned, watching her as she hovered over him with domineering lust. With her older sister watching on, she finally unleashed her pent up desires and plunged her hips downward to initiate their sex.

“Ooh fuck, she’s tight!” Kyle grunted.

“Well, it has been a while,” Janet commented, almost sounding impressed.

“Shut up!” Brittney barked. “Shut up and watch me fuck!”

That effectively silenced them both. Brittney had never spoken with such authority outside her job at the bank. She’d never been that assertive with Craig, but now she wished she had because it felt right. It also felt hotter and more pleasurable than anything she’d anticipated.

The feeling of his long, throbbing member deep inside her folds quickly flooded her body with intense sensations. For once, she didn’t bother being overly careful. As soon as her inner muscles surrounded his length, she began riding his cock, cowgirl style. She did it with a vigor that put all those pornos her sister once showed her to shame, gyrating her hips and rocking the bed in the process.

“Whoa! That’s…pretty fucking hot,” Janet commented, remaining off to the side, still fondling herself.

“Yes! Oohh yes! So…so hot!” Brittney panted.

She rode Kyle’s dick harder and faster than she had ever ridden anyone, letting out the frustration along with the desire. The presence of the cock ring added further stimulation, sending Brittney into a daze that might as well have been an out-of-body experience.

She was really doing it. She was having sex with her sister’s husband and enjoying it. She wasn’t just having sex because it was part of a relationship. She wasn’t doing it because it was part of their regiment. She was doing it because she wanted it. She wanted it and it felt amazing. There was nothing else to it. There didn’t need to be anything else to it.

In that spirit, Brittney embraced a part of herself that she didn’t know was there. As she bounced and rocked her naked body atop the handsome man under her, she fondled her bouncing breasts, moaned loudly, and spat a string of crude sexual profanities that would’ve made a horny teenager blush. It all came pouring out, so much desire and lust. It wasn’t just pleasurable. It was cathartic.

“Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh fucking yes!” Brittney cried out. “I’m…I’m going to come! I…I want to come!”

“Already?” Janet remarked.

“Yes, damn it! Oohhh yes!”

It caught Brittney by surprise too, albeit in the best possible way. It might have been the added effects of the vibrating cock ring, but she was beyond caring. She was going to have a powerful, overdue orgasm and with her sister’s husband, no less. Everything about it sounded so crazy, yet so right.

When the feeling hit, she arched her back at an extreme angle and cried out to the heavens in a blissful proclamation. Her toes curled, her skin burned, and her body shuddered under the weight of rippling pleasure. She couldn’t remember ever being so vocal during any other sex act at any other point in her life. It wasn’t just a sign of how much she’d needed a good fuck. It confirmed that she did, indeed, have a touch of her sister’s spirit.

“Okay, I’ll say it,” Janet said after the erotic theatrics had settled. “I’m impressed!”

“Speak…for yourself,” said Kyle breathlessly.

“I have a better idea,” said Brittney, still on an orgasmic high. “Let’s keep this going. Let’s make this a family affair. Two sisters…one handsome guy…in bed, fucking in all the ways we want and need.”

Now, it was Janet and Kyle’s turn to be shocked. Brittney might as well have been an entirely new person, one who sexual kinks were on par with their own. To show that she was serious, Brittney rose up off Kyle’s still-erect cock and untied him. Then, while he shook off the ropes, she grabbed her older sister, kissed her hard on the lips in ways that no sisters ever dared, and gave her butt a hard smack.

“Now, it’s your turn to keep up, big sis!” Brittney said with the same competitive gaze she’d given earlier.

“Oh, it’s on!” said Janet without hesitation. “It is fucking on!”

What unfolded next was a very different, very kinky kind of sibling rivalry. With Kyle watching on, Brittney pulled her sister into a make-out session that involved plenty of tongue, a few light spankings, and a mashing of beasts. It didn’t take long for the very aroused man to abandon his submissive role and pull them into a naked embrace.

From there, a chaotic convergence of naked flesh evolved into a full-fledged three-way. Had Brittney not initiative it, she never would’ve believed that she’d been the one to start it. It was definitely happening, though, and her sister kept up with her every step of the way. Clearly, it wasn’t her first three-way, but involving a sibling definitely added to it.

“You’re good at this, Brit,” Janet said at one point.

“Speak for yourself, Jan,” Brittney replied.

There was little coordination, but it wasn’t necessary for them to enjoy themselves. It started with Janet getting her taste of cock, getting on all fours while Kyle fucked her from behind. Brittney stayed involved, getting behind him and pawing his chest from behind. After her older sister climaxed, she practically pushed her away and took her place, getting her own taste of doggy-style sex as well. Janet helped mix things up, pushing her into an upright position so that they could all share a three-way kiss. Hands, lips, and various other body parts roamed. It all made for a steady succession of grunts, gasps, and moans.

They rolled around on the kind-sized bed together, going at it in as many ways as their lust would allow. Brittney got to set the tone for the most part, if only because it was her first. She had a lot more desires to vent. Kyle and Janet gave her every possible opportunity. It led to multiple orgasms, as well as plenty of intimate gestures, making for a perfect mix of lust and affection.

Towards the end, just as her body and desires reached their limit, Brittney found herself on her back in the center of the bed. Her older sister was on top of her, their breasts rubbing together as Kyle hovered over their naked bodies, thrusting his still rigid cock into her pussy. He was just about at his limit too. Both he and Janet seemed to be holding out for her one last time.

“One more,” Brittney said breathlessly. “Just…one more!”

“Together, little sister!” Janet said.

As one last peak approached, Brittney grabbed her sister’s hands, inter-locking their fingers. Kyle quickly joined them, delivering the last few thrusts before he finally got his overdue release, as well. The final peak was a perfect convergence of euphoric cries. Instead of chaos, there was only a blissful harmony to go with the wondrous shared release.

As the warmth of the pleasure consumed them, Brittney found herself lying in between Kyle and Janet. Now covered in a light layer of sweat, her naked skin glowing with a radiance she hadn’t experienced in a long time, a feeling of contentment came over her that didn’t feel like traditional afterglow.

“Hey Janet,” Brittney said, her voice still dazed from post-coital bliss.

“Yes, little sister?” Janet said with a content purr.

“Thank you,” she said, “both you and Kyle…thank you for doing this.”

“It was our pleasure…literally,” said Kyle.

“That, it was,” Janet teased

“I mean it. I admit, I’ve had problems in the past with expressing myself. I spent so much time managing it that I forgot how to enjoy it. And no matter how well you manage it, once you stop enjoying it…well, we just found out what happens.”

“Yeah, we did,” her older sister laughed.

Both she and Kyle leaned in and gave her an affectionate kiss. Brittney blushed again, but not out of embarrassment or modesty. It was amazing to think that she’d been so dense, thinking she could be so restrained and expect everything to work itself out. Sometimes, it was okay to just let go and enjoy the feelings she worked so hard to manage. Nobody else, other than her free-spirited sister, could’ve helped her realize that.

As different as she and Janet were, they still shared a common bond. Whatever the future held for both of them, Brittney was determined to both remember and embrace it. At some point, she was also going to have to make it up to her and Kyle.

That didn’t concern her, though. She already had a few kinky ideas on how to return the favor.

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“Pre-Game Gangbang” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story inspired by the ongoing NCAA Basketball Tournament. Some use this major sporting event to fill out brackets. Some use it as inspiration for an extra-sexy story. I think it’s fairly obvious which one I am. Enjoy!

“Today’s the day,” said an excited and eager Michelle Russell, “the first game of the tournament with what might be our best team in years.”

It was a sentiment that more than one person had expressed in the halls of Champions Arena, the home of the Northside Stallions basketball team. For years, the name of that arena had been fodder for jokes and irony. It wasn’t that long ago that Northside’s basketball team was an afterthought at best. Michelle knew better than most and not just because her father had once been a star point guard on the team.

Unlike other girls in her neighborhood, she ate, slept, and breathed sports. Her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had all been star athletes. Both her brothers were aspiring athletes. Her mother was a sports doctor who worked with athletes and both her aunts worked for major college athletics programs. Some girls got doll houses and princess costumes as kids. She got uniforms and team banners. Instead of bedtime stories, her father recounted famous championship games from Northside and the NBA.

Michelle’s love of sports, especially basketball, set her apart from her peers. However, her passion for sports and the athletes that played them ran much deeper. For her, it wasn’t just about glory, winning, and championships. In its purest form, it brought out the best in people and that didn’t just resonate with her. It kindled a special kind of passion that she hoped to exercise before Champions Arena filled up with fans later that evening.

At the moment, the facility was largely vacant, populated mostly by maintenance crew and assistant coaches. The Stallions were scheduled for one last practice before the game. Officially, they weren’t even supposed to arrive for another couple hours. Unofficially, though, they had arrived early for a very different kind of practice.

“Trust the players to do their part, but assume they always need some extra motivation,” Michelle said under her breath, echoing the words of her father.

That mantra had been the cornerstone of her father’s approach to coaching. He’d refined it by training her older brothers, who went onto become star college athletes. He’d kept refining it as a coach in a local semi-pro league. He prided himself on his ability to find new ways to motivate athletes. Michelle, who aspired to find her place in the world of sports one day, had uncovered a way of her own that seemed to coincide with the Stallion’s rise to prominence.

Having slipped into the arena through a back entrance, courtesy of a key she’d managed to borrow from the equipment manager, she made her way through the underbelly of the facility until she arrived at the entrance to the locker room. The lights were on. Someone was clearly inside and during off-hours, no less.

Grinning to herself, Michelle adjusted her dress before entering. She didn’t wear dresses very often, but when she did, she made it a point to choose those that were low-cut, tight-fitting, and revealing to a point where even a cheerleader’s outfit seemed modest. She also wore extra make-up, including balm that made her lips extra soft and blush that made her skin extra smooth.

“I’m so ready for a championship!” Michelle said, her heart already racing, along with other parts of her body.

She then entered the locker room, making sure the clacking of her heels let everyone know she had arrived. Upon turning the corner, she saw what she hoped were future champions of the tournament – the 15 tall, athletic young men who made up the Northside Stallions. They’d come from various backgrounds, but they all had the appearance and poise of real athletes. They just needed to prove they were champions.

“Whoa!” said the starting center, whose rebound percentage was on a record pace.

“And here I was thinking I’d need extra coffee to wake up,” said the back-up point guard who’d been getting more playing time in recent weeks.

Michelle smiled at their reaction. They all stood up at her arrival. It looked as though they’d been waiting anxiously. She suspected some – namely, the rookies on the team – were skeptical that she would show up. Her arrival, along with the revealing dress she wore, proved that she’d been serious. All those rumors that former players had probably told them were very true.

“Good morning, you aspiring champions,” Michelle greeted. “You’re all looking restless and eager today. That’s a good thing. You’ve got a big game ahead of you.”

“No need to remind us,” said the small forward whose defense had been inconsistent for the past eight games. “Everyone in town has been reminding us all week.”

“Then, I won’t repeat it. You all know what’s at stake. You’ve all worked hard to get to this point. You know what the recent history of the Stallions has been. Four years ago, this team could barely qualify for financial aid, let alone a tournament. Then, three years ago, my father’s former teammate took over as coach. A year after that, I enrolled in this school. While your coach has certainly done his part, I’ve tried to do mine as well.”

Her voice took on a serious, but sensual undertone. Like basketball royalty, she casually strode into the center of the locker room, the clicking of her heels echoing within the confined, but well-lit area. Each player had already changed into their uniforms, most likely in anticipation of their practice later on. Some were in just their shorts. They already knew what to expect and why their championship hopes hinged on her.

“You’ve worked hard all season, putting in the time, effort, and grit to achieve more than most athletes dream of. Your coaches have given you plenty of motivation,” Michelle said to them. “However, I intend to give you something every bit as important…something that can be the difference between contenders and champions.”

“Yeah, and what might that be?” asked one of the shooting guards from last season, as though he didn’t already know.

“Incentive!” Michelle said intently.

With a look in her eyes that could inspire any champion, the young woman casually tossed aside her purse, kicked off her heels, and unzipped her tight-fitting dress. She watched with a mix of amusement and excitement as the eyes of the athletic men widened such a sight. Their eyes only got wider as she sensually slid the dress down her voluptuous body, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties.

Now completely naked, surrounded by 15 of the most gifted athletes in the state, she casually walked around under the fluorescent lighting, letting each man take in the sight of her naked body. She’d done her share of game-planning earlier that morning, washing and grooming herself to be both desirable and worthy of champions. Based on their reactions, she’d already won in her own right.

“Damn, that’s one sexy incentive!” said the backup center, whose gaze narrowed on her heart-shaped ass.

“And here I was thinking we’d be running more training drills,” said the rookie power forward.

“If you think that’s hot, you should’ve seen what she wore last year,” said the starting power forward, already licking his lips intently.

“Wait…this happened last year?”

“And that team made it all the way to the semi-finals,” Michelle pointed out. “I believe you guys can go even further. That’s why I’m pulling out all the stops this time.”

While the team of young men gawked over her naked body, Michelle retrieved a towel from a nearby bench and laid it out on the tiled floor in the center of the dressing area. Then, still in full view of the handsome athletes, she laid down atop the towel and began playfully fondling her pussy.

“I’ve always had a thing for athletes,” she told them. “Some girls touch themselves to pictures of boy bands and handsome actors. I touch myself to highlight reels of star players.”

“I never want that image to leave my brain…ever,” said the power forward, his eyes already focused on her perfectly-groomed pussy.

“After I started filling out bras and thongs, I learned to be less selfish with my kinks,” Michelle went on. “I felt I do more for aspiring champions besides cheer them on. I could do things for them that give them reasons for pushing their limits…good, memorable reasons that will follow them on and off the court.”

As Michelle recounted how she’d learned to help aspiring athletes, she touched herself more vigorously, revealing to the 15 young men the extent of her kink. Athletes turned her on. However, potential champions made her so hot she could barely contain herself.

Her arousal was already escalating. She also noticed some of the players getting aroused as well. Some had raging boners growing in their shorts. Others tried to hide it, but failed miserably. They were in the presence of a naked, horny women in heat around a team of determined young men. On a primal level, her lurid game plan was already in place.

“Here’s what I’m offering,” she said to the young men watching her. “Fuck me. All of you…however you want and as much as you want…fuck me hard. No restrictions. No rules. Stick in any hole in any position. Hump me as hard or as slow as you want. Do it as many times as you want. Come in me. Come on me. Take turns or just flat out gangbang me. You have my full permission to do it all!”

“I know I just heard her say it. I still can’t believe it,” said the rookie small forward.

“Believe it,” said the starting center. “She was even more direct about it last year.”

“I haven’t forgotten. How could any man with a functioning dick forget?” said the starting point guard, who was already stroking the bulge in his shorts.

Some of the rookies were still overwhelmed, the prospect of a beautiful woman offering herself to them the day of the tournament. Michelle had come to expect that reaction. Some just didn’t believe that a team would be that dedicated to helping the team win. Many of the men had probably received their share of attention from beautiful women. She doubted any of them had been as forthright as her.

While some of the veteran players were already loosening their shorts, Michelle turned over and got on all fours, her butt and pussy now prominently pointing towards several players. She was already fully aroused and eager to help the team in her own sexy way. If it also meant having hot, reckless sex with a bunch of well-endowed athletes, then that was just a nice bonus.

“So what are you waiting for?” Michelle said, slapping her ass and shaking her hips to further goad them. “I’m naked, I’m horny, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. Before you play like champions, show me you can fuck like one!”

“Well, the coach always tells us to show before we gloat,” said the starting power forward.

Whereas some remained reluctant, probably wondering if they had stumbled into some sort of sexy dream, the veteran players went to work proving themselves. The starting power forward and the center, who happened to be captains, made the first move.

Shooting up from the bench, they shed their shorts and boxers, revealing their fully-erect endowments. Michelle gazed up at them hungrily. They had the size of champions, but whether or not they could use them remained to be seen and they looked eager to proof themselves.

“I’ll start with a little head,” said the point guard.

“I’m got the pussy!” said the center. “God I missed this hot, tight pussy!”

The center arrived first, grabbing hold of her hips, positioning himself behind her, and thrusting his rigid dick into her folds in a single thrust. He was a big, athletic young man, stretching her inner muscles to the utmost. That sudden surge of hard penetration sent her into a sensual frenzy, one that turned her athletic kink into real, raw sensations.

“Ooh yes!” Michelle cried out into the confined locker room. “That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big, hard, championship-caliber dick!”

“If you like that one, then taste this!” said the point guard in front of her.

Just as the center pumping her pussy with his hard, athletic flesh, the equally-endowed man in front of her shoved his cock into her mouth. Instinctively, Michelle began sucking on it as though it were her favorite treat. It muffled her moans, which were quickly replaced with the pleasured grunts of the two men.

“She’s really doing it. She’s taking it from both ends,” said the rookie point guard in awe.

“I’m seeing it. I’m still waiting to see if I haven’t just stumbled into some crazy porno,” said one of the backup shooting guards.

“Wait all you want. I sure as hell ain’t!” said the starting shooting guard as he got up and took off his shorts. “She wants to take all this Stallion dick? Then, that’s what we’ll give her!”

The shock and awe of a beautiful woman offering herself finally wore off. More of the men got up from their seats, took off their clothes, and gathered around to watch the lurid show unfold. Some already had their dicks in their hands, stroking them to either get hard or stay hard. Looking around, seeing their lustful gaze upon her, sent Michelle into sexual frenzy.

“Mmm! That’s it, guys!” she said, as she stopped sucking the point guard’s dick briefly so she could stroke it. “Get those dicks out and get them ready! I want to taste every fucking one of them!”

“Less talking, more sucking!” said the point guard.

He shoved his dick back into her mouth, which Michelle eagerly resumed sucking. Some of his teammates began waving their dicks in her face in anticipation. In a further show of her drive, she reached out and stroked them, demonstrating that she could be a team player as well.

The sucking, stroking, and humping continued. Michelle quickly found herself on the brink of orgasm. The sight of so many hot, athletic men and feeling of their dicks inside flooded her with hot sensations that rapidly escalated. When she crossed that threshold and entered that blissful world, she arched her body and let out a muffled moan that somehow echoed over her moan.

“Damn! Did she just come already?” said one of the power forwards.

“She…she definitely did!” said the center still fucking her pussy. “Fuck, it’s so tight! It’s gonna…make me…come!”

Before the imposing star player could say another word, he firmly squeezed her hips and let out a deep grunt as he got his released. Even as her body shuddered from her first orgasm, Michelle could feel his member throbbing inside her as he shot a thick load of fluid up into her depths. It was so hot, his cum mixing with hers. That feeling of a strong, athletic man fucking her so thoroughly made Michelle feel like a champion in her own right. Like any true competitor, though, it left her wanting more.

“Out of the way, bro! Make room for the next champ!” said the starting power forward, shoving the center aside as soon as he pulled out of her.

“Hey! Who said you get the pussy next?” barked his backup.

“Easy, studs,” Michelle assured with two dicks in her hands. “There’s plenty of pussy to go around. I want to feel every one of your dicks inside me!”

That helped temper the growing restlessness among the young men. Some were more eager than others to indulge in her sex, still holding their rock-hard dicks and seething with lust as they gazed at her naked body. Michelle had every intention of making good on her word. Skilled athletes had to push their endurance all the time. In her efforts to incentivize them, she could do no less.

The starting power forward pumped her pussy as hard as his teammate. He also threw in a reach-around, grabbing her swaying breasts as he rocked her body with each thrust. The three athletic studs in front of her kept shoving their dicks in her face. She soon began alternating between sucking and stroking them. Before long, the point guard who’d been the first in line to receive one of her blowjobs was ready to blow his load as well.

“Oohhh fuck, I’m coming!” the tall young athlete grunted.

With his dick still halfway in her mouth and her body still rocking from the humping she received from behind, he the point guard clutched the side of her head and let out a deep moan as he released his load right into her mouth. She still had two dicks in both hands, but that didn’t stop her from licking up every last drop of his cum. She treated it like excess frosting on her favorite desert, flashing his horny teammates a seductive gaze, if only to help them keep their dicks hard.

“Mmm…championship cum,” Michelle purred. “I love it! Who wants to give me more?”

“I do!” said the backup power forward.

“Hurry it up, man! I ain’t been laid all season and I gotta bust a nut soon!” said a backup short forward.

She barely had a chance to rest her jaw before one of the athletic studs in front of her shoved a fresh dick back into her mouth. Without hesitation, she resumed sucking. If anything, she sucked with more urgency. Between a hard, rigid cock in her mouth and another slithering vigorously in her pussy, Michelle was in a sea of ecstasy, surrounded by the kind of men that evoked in her the greatest passion.

“More! Ooh give me more Stallion dick!” Michelle demanded.

The eager men of the Northside Stallions gladly obliged, cheering each other on as they indulged in her decadent passions. She kept getting fucked from behind, her body rocking harder with each thrust. There was no more hesitation or shock at that point. It was a full-fledged gangbang – a unique team-building exercise, of sorts – and Michelle was at the center of it all.

After a good round of humping and sucking, she climaxed again, letting out another blissful cry that filled the locker room. The one fucking her pussy and the one receiving oral sex from her climaxed shortly after, filling depths with more cum at both ends. Before she even milked them dry, others fought their way to the front of the line and kept the gangbang going. It inspired even more cheers and encouraged the talented athletes to step up their game.

At one point, one of the players flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, gazing up at the crowd of horny young men surrounding her, drooling lustfully over her naked body. While in that position, one of the players – she couldn’t even tell who – pushed her legs apart, got on top of her, and began fucking her.

As the athletic stud on top humped her hard, she felt her breasts bounce to the rhythm, encouraging several men to reach in and caress them. Michelle had always enjoyed that, especially when someone pinched her nipples. Her high-pitched squeals of joy soon echoed over their cheers. Some still hovered near her head, trying to get in position to receive oral sex. Michelle showed off her flexibility by accommodating them as much as she could.

“Mmm…that’s it, studs. Touch me. Enjoy me. I love it!” she proclaimed. “Hell, if you can’t hold your load, let it out! I don’t mind!”

“Fuck, yeah! I was hoping she’d say that,” said one of the backup centers.

Right on cue, the well-endowed athlete who had only recently transferred to Northside blew his load right onto her breasts. Upon feeling that thick, salty fluid on her naked skin, mixing with the thick layer of sweat she’d built up, she playfully spread it around and cast the other men bearing throbbing erections an encouraging gaze.

“That…is so hot,” said one of the power forwards.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer!” said another.

More loads followed, streaks of male fluid splattering onto her breasts and face. More cheers followed, along with another orgasm for her. The men might have been getting off on her athlete fetish, but she was already way ahead on the proverbial scoreboard.

“Ooh yeah! You made me come again,” she said the eager young men. “Keep it up! I want more. I know you do too.”

They didn’t bother arguing. They just kept the gangbang going, showing a surprising amount of teamwork in the process. That boded well for their chances in the game.

Michelle remained on her back for a while, letting a few more aspiring athletes fuck her missionary style. She came a few more times, having long since lost track. They soon mixed things up even more while showing off their athletic skills, in the process.

One of the team’s shorter, but heavily-muscled power forwards actually lifted her up off the floor, held her up in his arms, and bounced her up and down his dick in a show of strength. That drove Michelle wild in all the right ways. She even used that as an opportunity to show off her flexibility, leaning back and kissing some of the men behind her.

“Yes! So…so strong!” Michelle exclaimed.

“So…so flexible!” the stocky man fucking her grunted.

She kept bouncing up and down his dick for a good long while. After humping her to a fresh climax, the other teammates who’d been waiting patiently and restlessly got their chance as well. Michelle made it a point to reward them for waiting so long and staying so hard.

“You…on your back!” she said, pointing at one of the small forwards.

The small forward, who’d been more shy than his teammates, did as she asked without question. Then, as soon as the man holding her up let her go, she got on top of him, straddled his waist, and plunged her pussy down onto his waiting cock. She then began riding him cowgirl style, demonstrating that she could hump as well as any athlete. However, she wasn’t content with just riding a handsome stud.

“You,” she said, pointing to another small forward, “you’ve been patient. Stick it in my ass!”

“Are…are you sure?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” Michelle exclaimed. “I lubed up before I got here. Just do it! Fuck me my ass! I want to feel two cocks inside me!”

“Just when I thought this woman couldn’t get any kinkier,” said the starting center who’d gotten off first with her.

The small forward still hesitated, but with a raging boner in hand, followed her lurid requests along with his own burning lust. With the dick of the man under her still deep in her pussy, she bent over to make room for his teammate. He was careful with inserting his dick into her ass, showing that he was both an athlete and a gentleman. Having had her share of anal sex before, and with well-endowed athletes, Michelle accommodated his manhood with ease.

“Fuck, that’s tight!” the small forward grunted.

“Yes! I love it!” Michelle exclaimed. “Please…keep fucking me. Fuck my every hole.”

Taking her proclamation as seriously as an order from the coach, the two stud athletes demonstrated more teamwork as they began pumping their cocks into her tight holes. They were like a couple of well-oiled pistons, slithering within her and stimulating her deepest depths. It sent Michelle to new heights of ecstasy, sending her deeper into a wondrous daze that felt worthy of champions.

In that daze, her sense of time became obscure. She couldn’t tell how long the two small forwards double penetrated her. She just knew that at some point, she had another orgasm and shortly after that, they both climaxed inside her. After that, two more athletes took their spot. She couldn’t surmise who they were or which position they played. She just knew that someone helped her up briefly so that two more horny men could position themselves so that she was sandwiched between them.

More rounds of vigorous humping followed. As Michelle moaned through continued surges of pleasure, a couple of other teammates got in front of her to receive oral sex. Again, she gladly obliged, completing the trifecta the gangbang trifecta. She had a dick in her vagina, another in her ass, and one in her mouth. It pushed her body, mind, and desires to the utmost. Like any other athlete who pushed themselves, she rose to the challenge.

After a few rounds of multiple penetration and multiple orgasms, Michelle was fairly certain she had fucked every member of the Northside Stallions at least once. She was also certain a few came in for seconds, their dicks getting hard again after watching the decadent spectacle unfold. It soon got to a point where the whole locker room reeked of sweat and sex. It was the kind of musk that reflected a unique kind of exertion and grit. It made for hot sex with multiple athletic men. Hopefully, it wasn’t too different from the musk of champions.

“I know I’ve said it way too many times, but damn!” said the starting center. “I ain’t ever won a championship before, but I hope it feels as good as this.”

“Hell, I’ll settle for half as good as this,” said the starting power forward.

“My ex-girlfriend used to withhold sex until we won,” said the backup point guard. “I’m starting to think she had it ass backwards.”

“I’m done thinking. Shit, I’ve never been more ready to win the whole tournament!”

That was exactly the reaction Michelle had been hoping for. In recent years, she’d come to expect it. That didn’t make it any less rewarding.

Eventually, she managed to satisfy all fifteen members of the Northside Stallions. After the final few team members shot their loads off, filling her pussy and ass with one last round of their cum, they pulled out and let out a content sigh. Michelle, now covered in a healthy layer of sweat and sexual fluids, remained on the floor, panting heavily and bathing in the afterglow.

Eventually, a couple of the athletes helped her up. They even were nice enough to give her some clean towels to clean herself up. Some athletes were pig-headed, but in Michelle’s experience, most of them were decent, honorable men who knew how to treat a woman…especially one who gave them so many sexy incentives.

While some of the players began getting dressed, she sat down on a nearby bench to collect herself. Parts of her were sore, which was to be expected. Her father once said that any athlete who wasn’t sore after a game wasn’t trying hard enough. She was convinced that she’d done her part. Judging by the way each man was lounging about, still naked and looking more relaxed than any athlete should on the day of a big game, they were just as convinced.

“I think it’s official. You guys are ready for the tournament!” said Michelle.

“I’ll say,” said the starting small forward. “You are a testament to our competitive spirit, Michelle.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much incentive,” said the backup point guard.

“If you think that’s motivating, just wait until you see what I do for the MVP of the tournament,” she added.

“Why? What does the MVP get?” asked one of the starting strong forwards intently.

“Win the tournament and you’ll find out!” Michelle said seductively. “Trust me when I say it’s something worthy of any champion.”

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