Riccio: A Short Story

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

During this period, John and his wife invited employees to their home for drinks and television. Hidden in the game room were homosexual videos, alcohol, and marijuana. One particular visit to their home, John approached employee Westphal to solicit a blowjob. Although Westphal declined the offer, John would joke with him that if he ever caught Westphal with his wife, he would owe John that blowjob. During a subsequent visit, Westphal became inebriated at John?s house and stayed the night in the guest room. After Westphal began to doze off, Marilynn entered the room and joined Westphal in bed. John then entered the room to remind Westphal of his obligation. Fearing the loss of his job, Westphal fulfilled John?s desires. After this incident rumors of John?s sexual preferences began to spread.

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

A low moan sounded from above, and heartened by the response, he swirled his tongue over the tip. A burst of pre-cum bubbled over his taste buds, the mild, saliferous flavor unlike anything he’d experienced before. He grimaced as the unfamiliar taste danced over his tongue, but he soon realized it wasn’t unpleasant and he found his confidence growing. Maybe giving head wouldn’t be as bad as he first thought.

When Tom lowered his gaze and mumbled, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a submissive tone, Booker’s grin broadened. He had indulged in many sexual fantasies about Tom, and his favorite was the dom/sub role play. But now that he had witnessed Tom’s compliance, he knew the fantasy would be even more realistic than before. At that precise moment he could picture Tom handcuffed to the bed, his naked body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, his expression desperate to please, and for the third time that morning, his cock hardened. He quickly realized he was heading towards dangerous territory and shifting his gaze, he stared at the admin officer’s beak-like nose. It was the remedy he needed and within seconds, his budding erection wilted. A

Hot tears spilled down Amaimon's cheeks, hot blood down his back. As he leaned forward he felt a distinct, painful burning on his stomach. He hissed in anguish, his skin sizzling and peeling away. He pulled back for a moment, brushing away the holy water he had forgotten with his shirt sleeve, not caring that his shirt got bloody or that he tore at the already injured spots on Amaimon's back roughly. Mephisto sped up his own healing, forcing the injuries to heal fast that they really should have been. He pressed forward away, containing his brutal assault. His eyes closed as he fell back into rhythm, the wood creaking as he rocked both of their bodies.

“Stop for a minute,” Nailon said. “Where is the man you spoke of? You know,” he spoke quickly, “the one wearing the black leather jacket and black cap?”

The good Doctor Johnson spread Drew’s bubble cheeks and soon enough found his furry virgin hole. The hairs were moist and circled his rosebud manhole with intrigue. As if, attempting the Doctor to play with his ass.

Tom’s cock jutted proudly out in front of him, the tip glistening with precum and is taut thighs trembled as he rocked his hips forward and backward with growing momentum.

A slap in the face, a smart-ass retort, a fake nonchalant smile, or even a hint of fear, and tremor in her limbs or voice. Pete Norris had expected one of those, or a combination of all, after he'd gripped the woman's throat, and the feeling of her hand uselessly swatting at his own, displaying his superior strength as he slowly increased the pressure, brought forth the beginnings of an erection. The one reaction he didn't expect was a kiss, and the murderer's eyes widened, not in shock, but utter confusion, when Analise Helm, released from his grip, pressed the soft swell of her breasts to his chest, and mashed her mouth against his. Instinctively, he raised his arm to her hip to push her away and regain control, but before he knew it, the kiss was over, and all he was left with as she walked out the door, was the taste of her lipstick, and lingering sensation of her tongue against his.

Now with the rhythmic thrust of Seacroft’s raw cock banging Mick’s hole, his older brother began assaulting Seacroft’s own asshole. At first, Bryan wailed until his own ass took over with longing desire.

“You… ALI,” shot back. Later, he offered her a fat joint the good shit, rode it out for a minute. She accepted. He placed Roxie in an unmarked black van. He kissed her passionately – felt on her tits and stuck his thick fingers in her stinking wet pussy. She groaned and with the greatest of ease.

“Who knows, perhaps a lovers quarrel?” He watched her step into her green taffeta dress, the daring décolletage exposing an enticing glimpse of her breasts, swollen from their earlier lovemaking. It was ruthless to deceive her, but he required her prolonged support and the information she passed

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

William picked up the half-pint of Jameson and drained the bottle in one shot. He stood up and made his way out of the office, lacking any vim or vigor in his step. The fifteen minutes of missionary position sex with Mary promised to be as enjoyable as a farmhouse chore. Before he left the office, William texted his security detail to plan on a trip into Hartford early next week. William hoped the prospect of a visit to the massage parlor would fill his imagination with enough prurient fuel to coax his loins into action when he slipped into his marital bed.