The Naughty Stuff (12 page)

Another hour later, I’m finally able to pry Isa away from the paintings and we leave to eat some lunch. Watching her speak French is arousing me as she speaks to the waiter. Again, her mouth is captivating as it forms the strange words and I ache to be inside of her -
all of her
; her mouth, her ass, her pussy. Isa looks up at me and her eyes change color, signaling that Mistress Isabel is now in the house.

She asks our server, “
Parlez-vous Anglais?” to which he responds,
yes,
in English. He leaves and Isa smiles deviously at me.

“I know that look in your eyes,” she says.

“Oh, you do?”

She nods and slides next to me in the booth, pressing herself into me and practically sitting in my lap. She runs her hand up my thigh and rubs my hardening cock through my pants, making me moan from the sensation. She unbuttons my pants, pulls my dick out and starts stroking me. I look around anxiously at the crowded room and no one seems to be paying any attention to Isa’s filthy movements as she jerks me off under the table.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” she breathes into my ear as her hand squeezes around me and moves up and down.

“Yes, Mistress,” I grunt out.

Fucking hell
. I have to fight the urge to clear the table off and throw Isa down onto it and fuck my Mistress into oblivion. She licks my cheek and moans under her breath.

“Come, Dylan,” she says softly.

Her voice… that tone… fuck, fuck, fuck
. I close my eyes tightly and concentrate on giving her what she wants.

We’re rudely interrupted by the waiter who brings back our drinks and appetizers, but Isa’s pace goes unchanged as she continues to stroke me, never taking her eyes off of me.

“Thank you, that’s all,” she utters to the man and he quickly retreats.

Watching her mouth move is the most God damned sexy thing ever as I imagine her pink glossed lips wrapped around my cock. I pick up a grape from the wine and cheese tray and run it along her bottom lip. She teases it with her tongue and I push it into her mouth along with my index finger. She licks, sucks and nibbles my finger as if it’s my dick and twirls her tongue over the tip. Thrusting up into her grip, her hand clamps tighter around me as she runs her thumb over the head of my cock. She speeds up her stroking motions making my finish build quickly.
Shit. I’m really going to come right here in the middle of this motherfucking restaurant.

“That’s it, give it to me, Dylan,” Isa tells me as she watches my cock fixedly.

I clench my jaw trying to avoid the inevitable and Isa’s head goes down just as I spray my hot seed into her mouth. She quickly sucks me dry, then sits up nonchalantly and wipes her mouth with a napkin and sips on her wine. My eyes dart around to see if anyone has witnessed our lewd display of affection and the people around us could seemingly care less.

I put myself together and take a big gulp of wine while Isa snacks on the cheese laid out before us.

“You’re a naughty little thing, you know that?” I say to her.

She looks over at me and grins proudly.

“I have big plans for us tonight,” I tell her without explaining myself.

“Not another public scene, I hope,” she answers back with wide eyes.

“No, but that does sound like fun. Are you sure you’re not up to it?”

She shakes her head
no
exaggeratedly at me.

“Why not?
You just jacked me off in public. What’s the difference?” I snort.

Isa blushes like a schoolgirl as though it never occurred to her that what she just did to me was scandalous.

The waiter arrives with our lunch and asks if we’ll be having dessert and Isa doesn’t miss a beat.

“My husband just gave me my dessert and I’ll be giving him his later.”

***

We come upon an upscale nightclub not far off the beaten path that has a line outside about twenty people deep.  Handing the doorman several €100 Euro notes, we’re able to slip inside ahead of everyone else. Loud heavy bass and smoke fill the air and bright strobe lights flicker on the dance floor.  The dark corners of the establishment are filled with breathtaking women and men fondling them. I order Isa a tequila shot and two shots of Irish scotch for myself with water chasers. We down our liquor and grope each other in a small booth near the dance floor.

Isa has another two shots of tequila and the effects of the alcohol on her are almost immediate. It’s as if the beverage bypasses all her organs and goes straight to her libido. She closes her eyes and starts moving rhythmically to the music, touching herself seductively by running her hands through her hair, over her lips and in her mouth as she licks the tips of her fingers.
  Her hands then inch their way down her stomach and to her thighs.  Mildly inebriated Isa is a hard-on provoking sight to behold. 

Unexpectedly she stands and yanks me up with her. She drags me to the dance floor and starts
gyrating her round ass into my crotch. She grips my hips and pulls me close as her curvy body undulates to the music. The dance lessons have definitely helped. I’m glad I insisted on them. I only wish there was a pole in our hotel room for her to demonstrate her new-found talent. I lean down into her neck and lick her salty skin and bite her earlobe. Her hands find my hair and mine slide up her thighs and under her dress, squeezing her fleshy ass. It’s as if we’re in our own little world as we dry fuck on the dance floor and I pull Isa’s hips into my hardened dick and grind against her ass. She reaches back and grips me firmly, stroking me through my pants, and no one gives us two glances.

Hot damn, Isa is one sexy little plaything
. I turn her around and crush her with my arms as I hold her close. My fist tangles in her hair and I tug hard so I have access to her throat. Isa cries out when I lick and suck at her jawline and neck with all my might. She unzips my slacks and thrusts her hand into the opening and proceeds to jack me off in the middle of the crowded room. I press my mouth onto hers and kiss her deep, forcing her to accept my tongue as I assault the wet recesses of her mouth.

“Please,
please
fuck me, Master,” she whines into my mouth.

I remove her hand from my pants, zip them up, and haul her to the back of the bar and into the men’s restroom, relieved that the lights are dim so no one can see the wet
precome spot on the front of my pants. We find an available stall and I shove Isa into it roughly. My need to be inside Isa is so all-consuming, I swear to fucking Almighty I could cream myself right at this moment. I push her onto the toilet seat and she tears at my pants aggressively, yanking my cock out of my briefs and engulfing it in her impatient mouth.

“That’s it, pussycat, let me fuck this beautiful face,” I grunt out, holding her hair back and pushing her head down onto my engorged dick.

Isa rests her hands on my thighs and her eyes meet mine, our gaze never wavering while I deep throat her. She pulls back, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick and I thrust into her throat again making her gag, but she throats all nine inches of me like a pro. Her eyes start to water and drool runs down her chin, and she’s never looked more alluring than she does right now.

“This mouth is mine to fuck, do you hear me?
All mine,
” I growl as I guide her mouth up and down my shaft.

I force myself all the way to the back of her tight throat and hold her head there. Isa takes her hands off of my thighs and holds them behind her back in a submissive pose, demonstrating her total trust in me. Seeing her surrender herself to me so completely damn near makes me juice in her greedy mouth so I pull out quickly. Isa inhales deeply and sputters as she catches her breath. I jerk her off the seat, bend her over in front of me and peel her panties off, tossing them to the floor. Kneeling down behind her, I plunder her ass with my tongue and finger fuck her dripping cunt.

Voices can be heard outside the bathroom stall and several people’s shoes can be seen under our door as they try to get a look through the stall door opening at the debauchery that's taking place. Isa squeals out when I tug at her hot, swollen pearl and she reaches back and pulls my hair in response.
I hope they’re enjoying the sounds of our sinful self-indulgence.

“Fuck me with that big dick already,” she pants out.

Who am I to deny my horny little submissive
? I stand behind her and plunge into her, fucking her relentlessly. She rests one of her feet onto the stool and braces her hands against the sides of the stall, tilting her ass up and giving me complete access to the depths of her pussy as I slam into her over and over.

“Oh, God, please,
please
…” she screams out.

“Not God;
Master
,” I bark.

“Yes, Master. Fuck me harder!”

I spin her around, wrench her dress and bra down under her tits and bury my face in them. I bite and pluck at the tight buds of her pink nipples, then pull one of them to a point with my teeth harshly. Isa shrieks out and slaps my face hard and tugs at my hair, dragging my mouth away from her overabundant breast. My cheek blazes with heat from the brutal contact and my cock strains.
My little angel likes it rough, does she?

“You want it rough, huh?” I snap, grabbing her by the jaw and shaking her face.

I smash her body against the wall of the stall and lift her high, hiking her legs over my shoulders. She locks her ankles behind my neck and I stab into her pussy again, making her screech from the depth of my penetration.

“That’s it; fuck your Master’s cock. Love it.
Own it
.”

“
Ahh, Master. Ahh, ahh” is all Isa can stammer out with her eyes tightly shut.

I push my fingers into her mouth to shut her up and she sucks at them eagerly.
  Isa’s velvet walls caress my cock, contracting and pulsating around it. I bury myself in her, filling her beyond capacity and hitting her cervix. She bites down on my fingers and lets out a muffled shriek as her body shudders and quivers with her sudden orgasm, her legs stiffening and then relaxing. She’s finished, but I’m not. I pull out of her, lower her onto the toilet seat again and fill her mouth.

“Make your owner come,” I demand.

Isa sucks at me hungrily and then laps at the area just underneath my balls while she jerks me off. I focus on her shiny rose-colored lips and the sounds of her wet sucking. It doesn’t take much and when her glistening tongue ring hits the tip of my cock, I empty myself and a thick ribbon of come jets onto her face and chest. Isa cleans me up the best she can, licking up what little of my jizz is left running down my shaft.

“You look divinely filthy, my little wench,” I tell her, taking a mental snapshot of Isa with cream pie all over her face. Bending down, I grab her panties from the floor and stand her up, gliding her panties up her legs and skimming my fingers along the backside of her thighs and clutching her ass.

Oh, My Stars & Stripes
- *bonus flash fiction

Hot and sultry damp air, moisture on the skin and fireworks.
Forget Christmas, to hell with Thanksgiving - July 4
th
has and will always be my favorite holiday of the year. Scantily clad women and men walking the streets with sparklers and punks in hand waiting to get a glimpse of light show, the smell of bottle rockets and roman candles tantalizing my senses and arousing me beyond reason. It’s tailgating season. And by tail-gating I don’t mean grilling out on the back of your truck at a football game. My version of tailgating is driving to a secluded field just within view and ear shot of the fireworks, letting your gate down, getting bent over with your skirt hiked up, your panties pulled down, the infernal summer breeze blowing on your backside while you get pounded in rhythm with the fireworks deep booming. Oh, my stars and stripes, yes. Looking up at the illuminated skyline, feeling the air crackle around you with each new bloom shot into the air while your man eases himself in and out of you… it’s something to behold.  It’s Independence day folks, the day our countrymen fought for and I celebrate it every year in true patriotic fashion – by getting fucked into oblivion and loving every minute of it. As my loins contract and my come drenches me and my man, I scream my thanks into the night for every person who fought for my freedom as the finale lights up the sky. God Bless America.

From Hard Candy for Christmas

Their evening was filled with dinner, laughter, and flirting. They drove to the park to see the Christmas lights and listen to the carolers. Finding an isolated park bench, they snuggled up together. The shimmering snowflakes drifted around their heads and melted in their hair, and for the first time, Lia felt the holiday spirit. The light breeze was cool and true to Nick’s romantic nature, he pulled Lia close and buried his face in her neck to keep her warm. When he looked up at her, she gave him her best kiss-me-now eyes and was overjoyed when he responded. He put his hands into her hair and kissed her softly. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and he tasted divine. Lia grabbed his face and kissed him deeper, pushing her tongue inside his mouth and running it along the ridges of the roof of his mouth, their tongues doing a sexy dance as they twisted together.

“You’re so beautiful,
Lia,” he whispered into her mouth.

He slipped his hand underneath her shirt and fon
dled her breasts seductively and then moved his mouth towards her neck and nibbled and sucked at her. She wanted more. She knew it was too soon to have sex...
or was it
? Whose rules were those anyway?

“I want you…” She breathed to him.

“I want you, too,” he said back as he unbuttoned her pants and slipped his hand inside.

His fingers found their way quickly and he slipped them inside of her. She was aroused and damp from their making out and the wet sounds coming from her body were sexy and dirty. He pushed his long fingers in and out of her, burying them deeper inside of her. His thumb found her swollen nub and
Lia tried to moan out, but Nick’s mouth covered hers and captured the sound before it could leave her body.

“You taste so good,
Beautiful,” he said in the sexiest voice Lia had ever heard.

She was close. She ground her body into his hand as he continued to tease her clit and within a few short moments, she got her release. She screamed out, the sound of her voice filling the cool night air.

“You look so God damned spectacular when you come. Has anyone ever told you that?” Nick asked with gleaming eyes and a sweet smile on his mouth.

“No, y
ou’re the first.”

“I’m sure it’s not because they haven’t thought it,” he replied and
Lia felt like a naughty pixie.