A Naughty Erotic Story
"A Night In," erotica by Cady Vox
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror: short curls, pert nose, large breasts, voluptuous hips. Looking into her own hazel eyes, she tweaked her left nipple slightly, then reached down, feeling the hard weight resting against her pelvis, running her hand over the black leather harness. She felt herself warm, tingle, and clench in anticipation. This was her gift to him, and he would soon be here.
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The winter was cold here. He was probably late due to snowy roads. They had been friends for a while now, ever since she got her job at the deli where they were co-workers. They had discovered their shared interests on accident. After a few drinks at the bar they went to every once in awhile after work, another man at their table was expressing his disgust towards a question in a local sex advice column.
"That's disgusting! Only fags take it in the ass!"
"That's not true! Lots of straight guys enjoy anal stimulation! In my opinion, a guy has to be very secure with his sexuality to embrace a woman's ability to titillate his ass."
He had just looked at her, silent, but she saw it in his eyes. Later, he walked her to her car.
"So, you seem like a pretty sex-positive lady. Maybe we could play sometime?"
She smiled. He was a beautiful man, with intelligent, Gene Wilder eyes, a tall, thin physique, and a lovely round ass she took the liberty of grabbing as she kissed him for the first time. He tasted like beer and bubblegum.
After the kiss, she pulled back, looked at him and asked, "Do you want to come over on Friday, maybe around eight or so?"
"I'd love to," he said, smiling.
"Since it's so close to Christmas, I'll get you a present."
"What?" He asked.
"I'll send you a link to a website with some options and you can tell me which one you prefer."
"How mysterious! Alright."
He had replied to her email within 24 hours, a modestly sized, bright pink dildo with a flared base to accommodate her harness. She pulled on some tight black panties over the cock and harness, admiring the effect of the bulge tucked to the side for a moment before she pulled on her short, plaid skirt. The doorbell rang and she quickly wiggled into a white t-shirt, no bra, and ran to the door.
Cold rushed in. He looked delicious framed in the doorway wearing tight, dark jeans that showed off his already half-hard cock and a tight black v-neck. His eyes shone as he handed her a bottle of decent whiskey with a red bow on it. His light brow hair fell into his eyes and he brushed it back.
"Come in, quick! It's cold," she cried.
The cold clung to his clothes and she felt it creeping into her skin through her thin shirt, felt her nipples harden as she hugged him close. They looked at each other, grinning in anticipation like kids on Christmas.
"Sit down. Should I pour us some drinks?"
She went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of whiskey on the rocks. A drink or two would warm them in more ways than one. She put her ipod on shuffle and sat next to him on the couch; they chatted for a little while. Soon they were kissing soft, whiskey scented kisses, His hand squeezed her breasts, ran down her soft stomach, and stopped dead when it discovered the bulge under her skirt.
"Your present," she muttered mid kiss, as she playfully grabbed at the bulge in his pants. He gasped a little.
"I want that," he breathed, grabbing at her.
"Not yet," she laughed. She got up and walked over to the mirror and took her shirt off facing it. In a second he was behind her, arms around her, grabbing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and gently caressing her neck with his fingers and tongue.
They looked at each other in the mirror. He pulled his shirt off and slid his pants down. All she could feel was his warm body against her back, his hard cock pressed against her skirt. She pressed her ass back into him, giving her ass a little wiggle as she bent over to pull her skirt down. The lump in her panties caught his eye.
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him and she grabbed him, one hand pulsing on his shaft and the other cupping his balls gently.
"Let me taste your cock," she said, looking into his eyes, feeling a drop of slippery wet escape the tip of it.
Sinking to her knees she rolled a flavored condom over him slowly. He leaned forward, palms on the glass, and pressed against her until he had pinned her head against the mirror with his thrusts. She took more and more of his cock until the rhythm of him fucking her face was all that she could think about.
"Not yet," he whispered, right as it seemed he was going to burst inside her mouth,
He pulled out of her mouth and she stood up.
"You make me want to cum so bad," she said, as she pulled off the black panties and the gleaming pink cock jiggled merrily as she stepped out of them. Leaning against the mirror, she watched him take his turn on his knees, and he slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy.
"What should I do?"
"Put that in your mouth," she suggested.
The pressure of the base of the dildo pressing against her clit made her writhe against the mirror and his finger kept pushing past her wet pussy lips until she was moaning. He stopped just as she was sliding down the mirror in ecstasy.
"Will you fuck me now?" he asked, out of breath.
"Come on!" She grabbed his hands and took him to her bed.
In the bedroom, they kissed for a moment and then she gently turned him around. Her vibrator and a good, thick silicone-based lube were already by the bed.
He was on his hands and knees.
First, she rubbed a little lube on his tight asshole, running her hands, lubed up, over his cock and balls as well, massaging them. She lightly stroked his cock as she pressed the tip of hers against him. He moaned.
"Is that okay?" she asked, slipping a little more into him.
"Yes!" he cried. He pushed his hips back and said, "More!"
"Okay," she laughed, "Not too fast, though. You need to be relaxed. There's no need to rush."
She kept hold of him and pushed in a little more.
"I'm gonna cum so fast," he burst out, as she began to move her hips closer and closer to him. She loved how his broad shoulders, strong back and adorable little ass looked splayed out on the bed in front of her. He grabbed at the covers.
"Oh, wow," he moaned, and as he did he rose up on his knees. They knelt together on the bed, her pussy dripping as she fucked him in his well-lubed ass, still reaching around him to stroke his cock in rhythm with her hips. With a shudder he exploded, coming and coming, all over the sheets, reaching back to hold her still, deep inside him as the last tremors faded.
She pulled out slowly.
She grabbed a towel, cleaning them both, and then unbuckled her harness and took it off. He lay panting and still on the sticky sheets.
She reached for her vibrator and snuggled up next to him. He lay recovering for another moment as she started to masturbate. Soon after, he placed his head on her stomach to watch, looping one arm around her thigh so he could fuck her with his fingers. Pumping in and out languidly, he felt her muscles clench as she cried out again and again. She shuddered one last time and set the vibrator aside, and he slipped his fingers back out of her and licked them clean.
"Yum," he said.
"Thank you," she sighed, "will you stay here tonight?"
"Sure. I'm so exhausted, and maybe we can get a little more fun in before I go to work.
"We'll take a shower together!"
She pulled the comforter over them: sticky, slippery and sated they fell asleep in her bed, the light pouring in from the windows, illuminating the snow that had just begun to fall.
Originally published April 2010