Sexy Story Contest: ‘Donuts’

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So Oleander Plume ran a writing competition – it had prizes and everything! She’s got a list of crazy, hilarious prompts and to enter we had to pick one and write a story based on one of them. This is my entry.

When I read the list of prompts, one immediately jumped out at me so I ran with it…

I chose 11) two under cover cops on a stakeout are bored and horny.

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Jonny yawned, long and loud. He’d been sat in this pile-of-shit car with his partner, Matt, for fucking ages. They were on a stake out, which sounded way more interesting than it actually was. What it actually consisted of was lots of sitting around, scratching their asses, eating crap, drinking coffee that resembled sludge more than the actual beverage, and talking utter, complete, shit for hours at a time.

He’d bet on that last donut currently sat in its box on the dash, that the suspects weren’t going to show. To be honest it could go either way and he wouldn’t really give a damn. He was bored out of his ever-loving mind and could practically feel his brain shutting down despite the caffeine and sugar consumption he’d subjected his body to over the last five hours.

What the hell! He could always do with a bit more sugar.

He reached forward for that last remaining donut. It was frosted with sprinkles and he knew it was filled with gooey jelly and cream. He could feel his mouth watering, preparing for that first bite.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Jonny-Boy?”

He rolled his eyes. Trust Matt to get worked up about the last donut even though he’d eaten most of the box by himself.

He gave Matt the side-eye and said, “Eating the donut.”

“I don’t think so – that’s got my name on it.”

“Nope. It’s mine – you had the last one and five more before that.” He quickly grabbed the object of their attention and started to bring it to his already open mouth. This trajectory was altered when Matt’s giant paw of a hand grabbed hold of his wrist in a vice like grip.

“The only way you’re eating that donut is off my dick, Jonny-Boy.” Matt stated calmly……….

…..to be continued.


Just a teaser for now, the rest of the story will be coming soon in an exciting new project. I will announce the details ASAP.

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Rebecca x

Guest Post: No Mercy Part 2 by Exhibit A #masturbationmonday @EA_unadorned

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You asked for it, so he has delivered! Here’s part two from last week’s story by Exhibit A see part one here. It totally lives up to my expectations, I’m sure you’ll feel the same. I like these three – they’re good together. Keep some kind of cooling aid close by…

I worked Becky’s stiff nipple with my tongue, my shoulder pressed almost companionably against Sam’s. Between us, we had her pinned to the bed; our hands were on her biceps and stomach, and I felt her muscles tense as she tested the weight of our grip. Her movements were shaky and uncontrolled though, and when I swept my fingers down across her belly to brush over the soft curls above her cunt, she sighed and fell still again.

I flicked my eyes back to Sam’s body. His cock had remained fully erect ever since I’d entered the room, and I recalled the pride in Becky’s voice every time she talked about sucking it.

“It might be over eight inches, but I can still get all of him in my mouth. He said he’s never seen anything like it.”

Becky’s eyes were still squeezed shut as we caressed her skin, but her mouth opened and closed with each short, shallow breath. I reached up and took her jawbone between my thumb and forefinger. Her face was flushed already, and warm to the touch when I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

Sam leaned in closer, but I laid my fingertips against his chest and pushed him back onto his haunches.

“Becky,” I whispered. “Becky, look at me.”

She nuzzled my hand, but her eyes stayed shut. I forced her lips apart with my thumb, and pushed down on her bottom front teeth until her mouth opened wide.

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“Mm, that’s better,” I said. “But it’s about time you did some of the work. I want you to suck Sam’s cock for me. Take as much as you can. Show me just how much you love having his fat dick in your throat.”

Sam grunted his approval, as I leaned back and pulled Becky up onto her knees. Her body was limp in my arms, and she allowed me to turn her sideways until she faced him. I saw their eyes meet for the first time; there was trust and affection in the way he looked at her, and she practically glowed in response.

Becky reached a hand out – no longer tentative or shy – and cupped Sam’s heavy balls. I wrapped her dark hair tightly around my fist, ready to guide her movements, but something about the way she touched him made me pause. I opened my fingers again and let her hair fall down over her shoulders, then moved my fingers back along her spine until I reached her arse.

Sam’s cock twitched, as Becky continued to stare up at him.

“Fuck, man,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ve missed this mouth so much. No-one sucks my cock quite like she does.”

“Oh, I can believe that. She practically drools every time she talks about it. Filthy little slut, our Becky – her cunt is soaking wet already.”

I dipped my fingers between Becky’s arse cheeks. She was a mess; a soft, slick, hot little puddle of need, and I struggled to keep my thumb on her clit as she ground back against me.

“Stop squirming and do as you’re told. Get your fucking mouth around his cock.”

I held my middle and ring fingers together, and slid them inside Becky’s cunt. She squeezed them like she’d squeezed my dick so many times over the previous few months, but her focus had returned to Sam, who thrust his hips expectantly towards her. With an audible intake of breath – like a swimmer preparing to dive underwater – she pressed her lips against the end of his cock, and slowly let them open around it.

Even with my fingers inside her, I felt suddenly like a voyeur, such was Becky’s sudden concentration on Sam’s pleasure. She had to stretch to fit him in her mouth, and she made no effort to hide the wet hiss of saliva each time the head dragged back and forward over her tongue. It seemed to arouse him even more, the sound of her sucking his cock, and I watched it get even thicker as he tossed his head back and let her work further and further down the shaft.

I dug my nails into Becky’s arse, and started to move my fingers deeper inside her, matching the rhythm of her mouth on Sam’s cock. Her hand twisted around his length as she sucked him, simultaneously holding him in place and coaxing him further into her throat. I was almost afraid to break the spell, but couldn’t resist letting her know what effect the whole scene was having on me.

“God, you look so fucking hot like that. You really were born to do this, weren’t you? I can feel how tight you are around my fingers right now. Don’t you dare come though. Not till you’ve tasted his.”

I spat on my other hand and pumped it over my own cock, as Becky swallowed even more of Sam’s. I suddenly understood how she deep-throated mine with such apparent ease; Sam’s was a good two inches longer, but finally her nose pressed against his pubic hair and she moaned in triumph, the sound muffled by the sheer volume of dick in her mouth. Gasping for breath, she let it slide all the way out again, and I felt pre-cum smudge the ball of my thumb as I saw how wet his long shaft was with her spit.

Becky looked back over her shoulder for the first time. Her eyes widened at the sight of me stroking my cock. I took my fingers out of her cunt, and gently rolled them in circles over her clit.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking him? Look, now he’s having to get himself off – and that’s meant to be your job.”

Becky turned back to Sam, who had replaced her mouth with his hand. Sweat glistened on his chest, and the veins that criss-crossed his cock were thick and swollen with blood. I realised he was seconds away from orgasm; Becky clearly saw it too, because she batted his arm away and fell on him with renewed vigour. The mattress shifted beneath us, but an earthquake could have struck the hotel and still Becky would have sucked him, such was her determination to finish the job.

I looked up at Sam’s face. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were wide open, and he stared back at me. Neither of us could keep our gaze off Becky for long though; the sexual energy that radiated from her body was like nothing I’d ever seen. With a final shudder, Sam pushed his cock inside her mouth, and I knew without question that the first shot of cum had just hit the back of Becky’s throat.

“Oh…fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said. “Oh, you fucking beautiful little bitch.”

He tried to pull away, but Becky wouldn’t let him. Only when I put my hand on her shoulder did she release his cock, just in time for the last few drops to spill out over her lips. I struggled not to laugh with joy at what had just happened.

“That was incredible. You were incredible. Jesus.”

Becky rolled onto her side and smiled weakly up at me. My hand was still clamped between her legs; I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to the same shaking, breathless orgasm that she’d just given Sam, but something told me there was no need to rush things. Keeping her on the edge for a while longer might be to everyone’s benefit, after all.

I straddled Becky’s motionless body, as Sam crawled round behind me. Her eyes followed my cock, which bobbed closer and closer to her face. I nodded at Sam, who licked his index finger and found her clit. He slowly rubbed it, as I reached round and lifted Becky’s head up towards my crotch.

“You were incredible…but don’t think for a moment that you’re done yet.”

Exhibit A May 2015


As always, thanks for reading. This is the last post for Masturbation Month – but we won’t be stopping, don’t you worry. Take a look at Kayla’s site for more Masturbation Monday posts.

A big thank you to Exhibit A for the last two weeks’ posts. Check out his site for more great erotica and other sex blogging goodness. I can’t help thinking there could be a really yummy part 3 to this story… if he decides to ever write that, I’ll let you know.

It’ll be me again next week – I’ve already got a few ideas… I’ve had a request for a M/F/F menage. Not done one of those yet, so I’m tempted.

Rebecca x

Playing Footsie – #masturbationmonday

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It started when their toes touched.

He hadn’t been sure up to that point. Gay or straight? The question had been flying around his head for weeks now. It had been tattooed at the forefront of his mind for the past half hour since they’d been sat out on his deck watching the sun go down over the lake.

They’d not bothered with chairs, just sat down on the warm wood and stretched out their legs, resting on their locked arms behind them.

He’d decided to leave it. He didn’t trust his instinct anymore. He’d been burned a time or two recently and he liked Sam too much to mess things up; would rather remain friends than make a move and spoil it all.

Now he stared down at their overlapping toes and realised many of his questions had just been answered. His heart thumped in his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off Sam’s feet, they were actually really nice toes, not too hairy, no weird crooked ones. Suckable even. He’d never gone in for the whole foot fetish thing but they had suddenly taken on a whole new level of attractiveness. He wanted to worship those searching, inquisitive digits.

His breath caught as Sam stroked his toes over the top of his foot. I bolt of energy shot up his leg. He pushed back rippling and flexing his toes against Sam’s.

“I was right then?” A soft question.

“Yeah, I guess you were.”

A loud whoosh of breath. “Thank god for that!”

They laughed a little, although the tension between them didn’t allow for much humour. Time for that later. Right now the need to touch was taking over.

Slowly, their heads turned towards each other, the desire reflected in their eyes deep and intense. The liberating, naked want on Sam’s face took his breath away. It was such a rush, the knowing. So fucking hot being able to reach for him and drag him in for a hot and heavy kiss. No holding back now, duelling tongues and grasping hands. Touching every available piece of skin, frustrated groans leading to ripped off t-shirts.

“I want to see you, open your jeans.” Breathless words that went straight to his already hard cock.

His fingers fumbled the buttons, he didn’t know what he wanted more, Sam’s mouth on his dick or his hand so he could keep kissing said mouth. Fucking buttons! Finally, they opened and before he could do anything else, Sam’s hand dived into his boxers taking a firm grip of his thick, aching cock.

“Oh my fuck…. yes!” He groaned.

“Lift up. I want to suck you.”

“Jesus! Stop talking otherwise I’m going to blow!”

Sam grinned as he tugged his trousers and boxers off. The grin dropped from Sam’s face when he got the first look at his cock. It was replaced by a look of such extreme hunger – he didn’t know if he was going to survive this. He spread his legs anyway, best way to find out.

“That is a beautiful cock. I had no idea you were packing something that size. My mouth is watering.”

“Do it for god’s sake, please…” He was desperate for that hot, wet mouth.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to do it.” Sam crawled between his legs, blowing on the tip of his cock. “I’m going to take you so deep, suck you so good…” a soft, wet lick from the base to the top, circling around the sensitive head, “…want you to come so hard.” On his last word Sam engulfed his cock, taking all of him in a couple of strokes.

His head fell back, the loudest, dirtiest groan escaped him.

Fucking hell, he’d never felt anything that good in his entire life. Sam was a master who obviously loved giving head and that just made it so much hotter to watch. He made himself lift his head, not wanting to miss anything. Sam’s eyes opened to lock on his, they devoured him, encouraged him to take what he needed.

He found his fingers threading through Sam’s thick, dark hair; found himself setting the rhythm, the depth. Sam groaned when he hit the back of his throat, the vibration ricocheted through his cock, everything in his body tightened. He was going to blow, way to soon, he ought to be ashamed really, but fuck, Sam’s mouth was magic.

“Sam get your cock out, I want to see it.” He panted.

Sam hardly changed his rhythm as he pushed his jeans down. His cock sprung out and kicked back against his stomach. It was thick, hard and looked ready to explode.

“Get up here now.” He demanded.

He reached for Sam, hauling him over his body so he landed with his arms on either side of his head. Sam lifted a little so he could take hold of both of their cocks as they rubbed and fucked against each other.

“Oh fuck, yeah.” Heavy, hot breathing on his neck as their bodies fought for as much friction as possible. The feel of Sam’s cock against his an almost painful pleasure. Too much sensation, too much need.

“Want you to come with me.” He gasped.

“Yes. I’m close… oh shit, that feels good… now, god please, now.”

Their hips thrust hard, their cocks slipped and rubbed against each other. Sam lifted his head to kiss him, a hard bruising kiss that took them both over the edge. They moaned into each others mouths as they shot their load between them, jerking and shuddering through their orgasms.

As the sensations rippled away, they continued to move against each other. The evidence of their pleasure warm and wet between them. The kiss gentled, Sam’s hand ran through his hair, his fingers trailing down his face.

“Oh man, that was good.”

“It was.”

“Want to fool around some more.”

“I do.”

Sam chuckled, “You lost the ability to speak?”

“Yep.”

“Well, come on then.” Sam stood up and held out a hand. “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”

 

As always thanks for reading. Check out the other Masturbation Monday posts at Kayla Lords’ blog A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x