All Chapters of Naked Desires (an erotica collection): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A slick tongue began to play with first one then the other while the lips that followed started to suck them inside to coat them with lusty swipes of a firmer tongue. The lips on my mouth pulled away and I moaned with lust only to be silenced again by another pair of lips. No, it wasn’t a mouth. It was the unmistakable feel of a bare, shaved pussy presenting itself to my mouth. It obviously wanted me to lick it. Strangely, I could smell the aroma of a woman’s sweet nectar as I raised my suddenly released hands to invisible hips. Feeling my hands come to rest on what felt like soft skin sent my heart racing as I pulled her down to my waiting mouth. I began to plunder the softness waiting for me. I used my lips and tongue to explore every slick nook, and worked my way to the plump clit that I could feel bloated with pleasure. Using my tongue, I flicked it vigorously while lightly holding it in place with my teeth, and for the first time, I could hear the sensual moaning of a woman

I wait a few moments before knocking impatiently again. I dig out my keys and unlock the door when she still doesn't answer. She had given us a spare in case of emergencies, but I didn’t want to just waltz into her house. Since I had been tasked with dropping off the party supplies, I figured she would be home when I arrived. “Honey? You here?” I call out, but I’m only greeted with silence. With a sigh, I go further in and drop the loaded bags onto the kitchen counter. I notice her purse and cell phone sitting on it as I let go of the bags. “Hello?” I try again, knowing she must be home. I glance around the living room and peek through the backyard window before going upstairs. Her office door is open, and I see the empty room as I pass by and head to her bedroom. She could have gone down for a nap. I know the stress of planning her fiancés birthday party is getting to her. I’m already entirely in the room when I notice the sound of running water. Looking toward their ensuite ba

When Bobby Fry entered the massage room for his first client of the day, he noted she had booked the complete service package. The receptionist had told him to give her the best possible treatment since she was a referral."Hello? I'm Bobby, your massage therapist," he called out."One moment!"A very feminine voice answered from the changing room. Bobby prepped the massage bed, spreading a lush towel over the leather mattress and preparing the decadent essential oil."Here!" the voice chirped behind him.Bobby turned — and froze. It was Gina, his best friend Carl’s mom. The buxom blonde woman squealed in delight. “Bobby! What are you doing here? I thought you were in a play?”He stammered, trying to gather his wits. “I work here part-time… pays the bills.”“Oh, of course,” Gina nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding. “So responsible. So… manly.”The word hung in the air between them.“Shall we begin?” Bobby asked, patting the table a little too quickly.Gina smiled and peele

His hard rod smacked up against my face as I was sucking on his big, juicy nuts. I stroked his cock while I tasted the big balls that filled my mouth. I returned to his dripping cock. I slowly bobbed up and down letting my tongue slide against his large, protruding vein. “That's it,” he encouraged me as he eased his missile down my throat. “That's it, Ms. Trotter.” “Fuck it,” he finally said as he grabbed me by my arms to lift me straight up. In what seemed like one motion, he turned me around, pushed me against the sink where I was just rinsing off carrots, and yanked my ass in the air. He inserted his tremendous third leg in my pussy and went to work. He rammed that monster in and out of my coochie. His big balls were swinging in the air knocking against my thighs as he kept pumping his meat deep into my crotch. I moaned as he smacked my ass. He rolled and twisted his rod into my pussy walls. He was banging against them like a madman. I reached my hand back to calm him dow

Charlie had lusted after Rebecca for years. She had been his babysitter when he was a hormone-filled kid on the edge of puberty, and running into her at his first college party felt like something out of a movie.She looked even better than he remembered — tall, athletic, blonde, the exact type that had defined his fantasies. Rebecca was the one who sparked his sexuality... and his first real fetish.“Oh my GOD! Is that Charlie?”She squealed and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his body. His cock stirred instantly at her scent and warmth.“It’s been a while, Rebecca. I’m all grown up now.”She stepped back, her eyes drifting slowly down his muscular frame. The conversation flowed easily, flirtatious and charged with tension. They shared drinks, laughed, and the spark between them felt electric.When the party wound down, she asked him to drive her home. He agreed without hesitation.At her condo, she invited him inside with a knowing smile. “Why don’t you com