Naughty Erotica
"After Dinner Treat" a sex story by Sheridan Matthews
“Be back in a minute,” Erin called out. Swinging a white trash bag over her shoulder, she grabbed two empty bottles of Riesling in her free hand and crossed the tan tile floor.
“Okay,” said her boyfriend, coming into the kitchen and opening the French door for her by the round oak table. “You know I’ll be happy to take the trash down for you.”
“Nah, I need to work off my dinner. Hey, if it’s a mess down there, I’ll straighten it up a bit.”
“Yep, I figured you would,” he replied. “You spend so much time down there I’m beginning to believe we must have the messiest neighbors on the planet.”
“It keeps the dogs at bay. See you in a few.” Her boyfriend brushed his lips past her cheek as she slid through the door.
Stepping off the back patio and moving across her yard in the unseasonably mild January evening, Erin made her way toward a small opening in the trees. The gravel crunched lightly under her black wedge slides as she moved quickly down the pathway to the collection center for their neighborhood. Their neighborhood association dues paid for all kinds of things such as this center, and she had to admit she liked the idea of the sanitation truck only stopping at this one place instead of going house-to-house throughout the neighborhood. She was certainly thankful the real-estate agent mentioned this perk as well as several others. He also lived in the neighborhood and knew so much about it. It almost seemed like he was trying to recruit her somehow almost as if she were a first-round draft pick or something. Some of the low-lying branches played with her loosely curled brown hair as she traveled down the path in record time, careful not to twist her ankles in her wedge shoes. Erin thought the twinkling lights lining the trees and branches around the center were a bit frivolous, but at least it lit up the place a little in the dark. A little ambience never hurt anything she supposed and chuckled at her own joke.
Really, it was quite late in the evening and she thought her boyfriend’s parents would never leave. His dad insisted on staying until halftime of the bowl game before leaving so he could drive home without missing a play. Erin didn’t know why it even mattered since it was a blowout anyway.
Today Erin’s New Year’s Day dinner involved a lot of preparation, a lot of eating, and a lot of time with her boyfriend’s family. Erin was ready for something just for her, but was it too late?
She made it to the center in record time, feeling a little winded, not to mention excited. She hoped she wouldn’t be let down tonight. Several standard black dumpsters neatly lined one side of the clearing, although they were hard to see. A strategic row of dark green privets planted in front of them practically hid them from view. Good choice, Erin thought, because privets had a propensity to grow very high and very fast.
Across the clearing, several sparkling trees formed a soft arc. It was a very remote feeling; the trees were so thick you couldn’t see any of the houses in the neighborhood. Smaller bushes had also been planted, forming a narrow pathway in front of the trees. Erin always thought since moving here several weeks ago that a very private and electric atmosphere had been purposely created here, and now she knew why.
She walked toward the first dumpster, opened the large lid, and deposited the trash bag. She couldn’t help but marvel at how pristine the dumpsters always appeared. There was never any odor emanating from them. She was thankful for that! Half hoping to see him when she put the lid back down, she was disappointed when she didn’t. Frowning a bit, she continued down between the bushes and dumpsters toward the recycle bins. She even unbuttoned the top two buttons of her tailored sky blue shirt with black pinstriping, hoping that might send some secret signal to him. She purposefully chose this shirt because it provided easy access to her goodies like he asked for tonight and it matched her eyes. Bending over at the waist to be sure she got the right bin for clear glass bottles, she was momentarily sidetracked and didn’t notice the faint rustling behind her.
“Hmmm, getting ready for me, aren’t you?” asked a familiar voice. Erin’s eyebrows lifted up at the deeply crooned question. It was full of invitation, and was one Erin would gladly accept.
Erin pulled herself up, smoothed her soft brown curls, and turned around to face him, the man she was hoping would show up tonight. She couldn’t help forming a half smile on her lips.
“Well, you know, someone had to take the trash out,” she said, disappointed she couldn’t come up with a smoother line. She had only been with him twice and felt the need to still make good impressions.
“That’s not all that’s being taken out tonight,” he replied. Erin laughed softly as she moved closer to him, taking in his ruggedly handsome features. He wore slightly baggy blue jeans that fell below his waist. His deep red waffle-weave Henley was worn over a white t-shirt. Both were tucked carelessly in the front part of his jeans only, barely exposing an oval-shaped silver belt buckle. That style really turned Erin on big time. Reaching her arms up over his shoulders, she ran her hands through his wavy brown hair before clasping them behind his neck.
“Mark, I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, and tilting her chin upward, she closed her mouth on his.
It was a deep, lingering kiss, the kind where a man and woman can really explore each other. As their tongues searched each other out, Mark moved his hands to the front of Erin’s shirt and unbuttoned the rest of it. He felt the front of her satiny bra and quickly unclasped it as well.
“Hmmm, I’m glad you remembered to wear a bra that opened in the front this time. I’d have to spank your bottom if you didn’t,” Mark said.
“Yeah . . . right,” Erin laughed nervously, not knowing how to take that comment. The couple of times they had been together here at the center were full of fun fondling and kissing. It was rather playful, really. She was so full of anticipation tonight partly due to his request, thinking that this time they would go farther in their encounter.
Mark brushed back the unbuttoned shirt and the front of her bra and took Erin’s hands from the back of his neck. He bent down and opened his mouth to Erin’s neck, letting his tongue trace down to the nipple of one breast. He sucked it, slowly at first, his tongue almost massaging the nipple, and then started to nibble with a bit of pressure applied to his bite. Moving over to the other breast, he did the same to it while pinching the other with his forefinger and thumb so it wouldn’t feel neglected. As Erin started to moan ever so slightly, he stepped back to appreciate the view. Both nipples were rock hard.
She started to stop and open her eyes, but Mark commanded otherwise.
“No, love, keep going,” he said, “show me how much you like it. Show me what you want me to do.”
This wasn’t exactly what Erin was used to, but she had had quite a bit of wine tonight and her love life with her boyfriend was anything but extraordinary. In fact, she was already looking for a way to end that relationship and enter a more permanent one with Mark. Okay, she thought, and she closed her eyes again and moved her hands to her breasts. She cupped them, surprising herself at how forcefully she did this. An urge between her legs started up and she moved her hips in response to it. Not feeling so timid at this point, thanks again to the wine, she decided to pinch both breasts. Hoping this was what Mark meant, Erin opened her eyes.
What Erin saw was a little unexpected. She thought she saw Mark looking over her shoulder and casting an almost imperceptible nod. Was someone here? Was someone behind her? She quickly wrapped her shirt around her front and glanced around. No one. Was she crazy? She turned back toward Mark.
Slyly, he reached under his untucked shirt to one of the front pockets of his jeans. He slowly pulled out something metallic, the gleam matched the shine in his deep brown eyes. Realizing what they were, Erin came to a bit from her desired-induced spell and took a step backward.
“Um, I better be getting back . . .” Erin stated, licking her lips nervously.
Mark quickly caught her by the waist and ran his hands upward, pushing her arms up with them. When he reached her wrists, he clasped them with the handcuffs and kept them in the air while showering her neck and breasts with kisses.
“Baby, believe me, you’re gonna want this and be searching for shit around your house to bring to the dumpster so you can have more of it,” Mark said, all the while backing her the rest of the way to the pathway of lighted trees. “I’ve chosen you for a reason.”
He stopped halfway down the path and reached up a little to catch a large, deep hook. Raising Erin’s handcuffed wrists upward, he put them on the hook. Erin looked stupefied. What the hell, she thought wildly.
Assessing her situation, she jumped up and tried to get the handcuffs off the hook to no avail. The only thing that resulted was the ache and pain of her breasts bobbing like balloons at a county fair from the exertion.
Watch it, Erin, you need support with those breasts,” he chuckled, obviously watching her breasts.
“Well, why don’t you hook my bra back and get these damn cuffs off? That would be supportive, don’t you think?” Erin said, her brows knitted together and her eyes blazing in anger.
“Now, now, my love,” Mark stepped closer to her and moved his hands up her back, spreading them across her shoulder blades. He bent down to suck one breast hard and then the next one. Without wanting to, Erin found her body arching toward him shamefully.
“That’s it, Erin, that’s it. Just relax and go with it.” He moved his hands down and up under her short, flaired black skirt and came up short.
“Where is the thong I told you to wear tonight?” Mark asked, his voice suddenly demanding.
“I . . .I don’t know . . . I guess I forgot to wear them.” Erin tried to back away again but came up against the trunk of the tree holding her hostage.
Forcefully, Mark yanked her skirt and panties down in one quick move to her ankles. Erin looked down and then up at Mark, her hair in her face and her jaw dropped open. Ignoring her surprise, Mark turned her around, pushed her up against the tree, and delivered five searing spanks to her buttocks. Tears immediately sprang to Erin’s eyes as he turned her back around and dug into his other pocket. Before she could even think of a response to this severe turn of events, Mark pulled out golden clamps. Opening up his hand more fully, she noticed they had bells at the ends of them.
“I was going to adorn your beautiful breasts with these bells, but . . . instead . . .” he dug back into his pocket and pulled out another clamp.
“What are you doing to me?” Erin asked, her eyes getting wider by the second. It was as if the fun-loving Mark she knew had been replaced by a darker, sadistic version. So many emotions were rushing over her like a powerful mountain waterfall. The anger she felt a few moments ago had been replaced with frightfulness and confusion.
“Great question, love, and one I’ll gladly show you later,” Mark replied and pinched the black clamp letting the rest of it hang down in front of Erin. She couldn’t help but gawk at the strange contraption with what appeared to be a purple butterfly at the end. “This is called an upstairs downstairs arouser. It applies pressure where it’s clamped, and if used on your clit, will stimulate you greatly.”
He twisted the butterfly and it started rotating. “This will massage your labia, and this,” he said as he dug into his seemingly never-ending pocket of surprises to produce a small tube of clear gel, “will increase your sensitivity.”
Kneeling down in front of Erin, Mark nestled his nose into her nether region, inhaled deeply, flattened out his tongue, and ran it liberally between her lips. When his tongue reached her clit, he applied a circular pressure for several seconds. A deliciously agonizing pleasure started to awaken between Erin’s legs.
He opened the tube, squeezed out a little of the gel onto his middle finger, and stopped tonguing her clit so he could rub it in. After a few seconds of slowly and deeply massaging her clit in the same rhythm his tongue found, it began to swell against her will.
“That’s good . . . swollen clits receive more pleasure from the butterfly.” He commanded Erin to part her legs farther. Smoothing her lips apart and commenting that he appreciated her freshly shaved pussy, he applied the clamp. The butterfly was already massaging her labia gently.
Mark started to get up but thought again about the breast clamps with bells. He dug them back out of his pocket and put one on each of Erin’s lips. The bells softly jingled, giving away the guilty pleasure she was feeling.
“What the . . .” she said.
“Shake that spanked ass, girl,” Mark rapped, chuckling at his comment. He got up and checked out his handiwork.
Reaching into his pocket one last time, he wrapped a scarf around Erin’s eyes with a strict order not to attempt removing it. As she opened her mouth in protest, he kissed her deeply with his tongue running over hers, tasting her own juices from his earlier pleasure. He pinched both nipples painfully hard as he withdrew his mouth, and she heard his footsteps, realizing that he was walking away.
“I’ll be back. Relax, enjoy your body’s rhythm,” he said.
Zen by Brian Kirk
This is crazy, she thought to herself. One the one hand, she wanted to scream bloody murder, but on the other hand, she didn’t want anyone to find her. Thank goodness it had only been a few minutes since she got there. Hopefully, Mark would be back and would release her so she could go home before too much longer.
At first Erin aimlessly wondered about the possible meanings of Mark’s comments about showing what he was doing to her later. Soon, though, with nothing to do while waiting for Mark to return, Erin became more aware of the gel and the fluttering wings of the butterfly clamp. She relaxed a little, spread her legs, and realized they actually did do something for her. Damn him she thought, and started to move her hips in a circular fashion. Slowly, she started to find a rhythm and the bells tinkled in the night with her.
Before long she heard footsteps approaching and was sure Mark would hear her soft moaning and the bells ringing gently as she continued to move her hips forward and backward in a definite rhythm. Maybe he would be pleased by her acceptance as well as her scarf still tightly secured on over her eyes.
“You look so ready for me, baby. I know you can’t wait to be entered,” Mark said as he came close to her. He ran his tongue inside her earlobe as he reached down to remove the butterfly clamp and bells.
Ecstatic he was back, Erin did indeed feel ready for him thanks to following his instructions to relax with the butterfly clamp. His hands moved over her breasts and downward, placing one on each of her ass cheeks. He gripped them roughly and lifted her up and onto his hips. She was so wet she slid right onto his thick, hardened dick. Although she was still handcuffed to the tree, she leaned forward and delivered a mind-blowing kiss to Mark.
Settled into this surreal scene, she wrapped her fingers around the cool metal hook above so that she could help create a wonderful rhythm together with Mark. They pumped each other so hard with their hips and Mark’s dick rammed into her so fully that Erin felt her climax coming. Mark reached down to kiss her left nipple. A strange sensation occurred just then. In the frenzy of the moment, Erin could have sworn she felt a warm, wet mouth nibbling at her right nipple simultaneously. Before she could sort that sensation out, she heard a faint click and soft whirring sound down toward her pussy. Suddenly, Mark’s dick began to flood her with nonstop vibrations.
Totally confused, Erin froze and tried to get off this dick, whatever it was.
“Mark! What’s going on?” Erin gasped as she disregarded his former command of keeping the scarf over her eyes. Rubbing her head against her arms, the scarf inched its way up her forehead.
She opened her eyes and took in what was happening to her. Shock didn’t begin to cover how she felt.
Two women were with her. One woman was to the side, still kissing her right breast. The other woman she didn’t even want to consider. Her eyes drank up what was happening, but her brain didn’t want to believe it. The other woman had a type of harness around her private area with a huge purple vibrating dildo. They were looking into each other’s eyes, frozen in the moment of discovery. This woman, like the other one, kept up the movements. Erin tried to stop her but was totally unable due to the handcuffs and the tree trunk behind her.
Erin broke her gaze with the woman pounding her pussy with the dildo and searched for Mark. To her utter amazement, she not only saw Mark, but several men and women standing quietly all around the bushes. Everyone was fully clothed, including the two women who were still trying to service her.
Mark was off to one side standing next to a tall, beautiful woman. Her skin, the color of mocha, shone in the light. She wore her ebony hair pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail and a garnet red flowing dress with golden accents that reminded Erin of togas and goddesses.
“See, you wanted to be entered. I just didn’t say it’d be by me,” Mark said as he moved closer to Erin.
She had stopped moving even though the other two women kept up their performances as though nothing had happened. The woman with the harness bent down to kiss her breast again in tandem once again with the other woman, and Mark stood behind her staring into Erin’s bewildered eyes. He reached up to take hold of Erin’s now limp hands and leaned in for a kiss. Erin violently shook her head, her curls swaying wildly about her face and arms.
“Look at me, Erin. Look at me,” Mark said in a calm voice.
Considering her options, Erin realized her efforts were futile. Here she was, handcuffed to a damn tree, pounded by a dildo-wearing woman, and watched by who knows how many people. People, she now realized, she had seen around the neighborhood as she took her afternoon runs jamming to the upbeat songs on her iPod. Shit, she thought hopelessly. There were even two men to her left that had helped her move some boxes into her house!
No damn wonder Mark wanted her to move into this neighborhood. She thought he was so hot and knew so much about real estate when she came to look at the neighborhood a few months ago. Now, she realized, he really was recruiting her to buy a house. Her initial instinct had been right on the money!
Realizing this was not going to end the way she wanted, she slowly stopped shaking her head and lifted her eyes to Mark’s. She gazed at him with pleading eyes, but his did not falter or give in to her silent request.
“Kiss me,” was his reply.
He didn’t move an inch. Erin didn’t know what to do. She was trapped in the most bizarre situation of her entire life and just didn’t know how to proceed. She wanted to be home – in her old studio apartment far, far away from Mark and this horrid place. That wasn’t going to happen, and she knew it.
A million thoughts flew through her numb mind like blackbirds flying about in the winter trees.
“Kiss me. Kiss me and come. I won’t say it again.” Mark’s command carried a distinct edge.
Succumbing to this sadistic situation was so against Erin’s grain. She knew she didn’t have to do this, but she also didn’t know what the outcome would be. The kissing, licking, and biting of her breasts continued, thanks to the unwelcomed women as well as the relentless pounding of their dildo. She focused on Mark’s now distantly intense brown eyes and the sense of the dildo’s rhythm she now realized had never stopped even when she did. It was almost as if she was being brainwashed.
She paused for a final moment. Her eyes closed in an agonizingly slow manner. She opened them just as slowly and strained her neck toward Mark’s lips.
Try as she might, she couldn’t reach his lips.
“Mark, could you help me out . . . I’m trying here,” she said.
He still wasn’t moving or helping her out at all. He was intent, she now understood, in making her totally subservient to his wishes, desires, and commands.
“Master . . . I love you . . . could you please . . . be so kind as to allow me to kiss you,” she tried.
Mark responded by bringing his hands down from hers and crossing his arms.
Realization dawned on Erin. She had not moved her body any since she removed the scarf from her eyes. Slowly, she stared into Mark’s eyes and felt the rhythm of the dildo, matching it thrust for thrust. The woman began to pick up the pace and Erin matched it.
“Harder, faster,” Erin said, surprising herself by starting to mean it. Grabbing the hook again with renewed interest, Erin wrapped her legs tighter around the woman. Somehow, though, she knew she had to accomplish both tasks Mark had laid out before her. She had to kiss him, which he wasn’t willing to oblige yet, and she had to come.
“Master,” she gasped, “you are my life now . . . thank you for showing me the way. Use me as you see fit, however you see fit.” Erin paused to see Mark’s reaction. “As all these people are here to witness, I am yours if you’ll have me.”
Mark still didn’t move, and she didn’t know what else to say. About to give up, she decided instead to focus on the moment. Mark’s eyes, the women tearing at her breasts, and the hard as a rock vibrating dildo that continued to penetrate her in such a devilishly delicious rhythm.
It was so tribal in a way, like an ancient secret ceremony, and she gave in to its demands. Contracting and releasing her hips in such a fast rhythm with the women kneading and biting her breasts in the same rhythm began to be more than she could take. Moaning and grinding, moaning and grinding became all she knew and began to sense her climax. At the precise moment she was reaching her pinnacle of pleasure, Mark stepped in ever so slightly and reached up for her hands again.
Erin opened both her eyes and her will to him, leaning in to kiss him. She came, releasing her juices to the dildo and the woman’s jeans she wore underneath its harness.
Shuddering with such a powerful release, she moaned and sighed through the kisses she continued to bestow upon her master. Her legs still wrapped tight, she continued to pump the dildo even though its owner had ceased participating and was starting to withdraw from her embrace.
Oddly enough, she felt both proud of her actions and empowered to be Mark’s. What exactly she was of Mark’s, she wasn’t sure, but she still felt a strange release with this whole experience.
Originally published January 2011