Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters- Day Three

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July 18  |  Book Publications, eBooks  |   Kay Jaybee

It’s Day Three of my Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!

Today I am sharing some of my very first solo paperback with you.

The Collector (A&M, 2008) is a linked-anthology. It’s the story of a young woman on a mission to gather as many erotic stories as possible. Either by eaves-dropping, asking outright for, advertising for, or even indulging in some direct research herself, the collector assembles and doucments some hot tales…

Some of the stories are long, some are very short, some romantic, and some pure BDSM. The Collector records straight, gay, lesbian, threesome, and solo adventures- all of which are very kinky!

I am feeling generous today- so here comes a complete story from The Collector’s collection!

Break Time

The temperature dropped as the door closed behind them. He hesitated for a moment before following them further into the club’s store. Seconds later he was being pulled across the dark room onto a huge pile of empty cardboard boxes which lay discarded in the far corner. He could feel his cock stirring beneath his jeans. So far they had not spoken. They hadn’t needed to.

            The blonde was laughing. Her eyes laughed first, just ahead of her lips, which were moist with anticipation. The boxes crunched slightly as they were squashed beneath their combined weight. The thumping of the dance floor, only a corridor away, was almost drowned out by the ticking of the storeroom clock.

            The girls, still anonymous, looked at each other, and with an unspoken signal they acted. Pulling off their t-shirts they revealed two sets of perfect tits. The red head’s rich mouth was nuzzling at her partners nipples before their guest had time to react to the wonderful, unbelievable, sight. Then she turned the blonde towards him. ‘She’s yours for the taking’ she smiled teasingly, ‘if you want her? You’ll have to decide quickly though, we only have a half hour break.’

            He’d seen them watching him from the other side of the bar as they served his fellow clubbers. When they approached him, each taking a hand and guiding his slim frame towards what they called “a safe place,” he couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t sure whether he should resist or not, so he thought he’d see what happened next. Anyway, his mates were watching.

            Somehow he couldn’t move. His brain was screaming at his body to work. To grab her, lick her neat breasts, and release her hips from her short black skirt, but he simply stood there, mesmerised.

            The red head shrugged and, moving behind her friend, grasped her nipples between bronzed fingers. As her taught skin was expertly rubbed, the blonde’s head fell back onto her comrade’s shoulders, her eyes closed in pleasure.

            ‘She loves this. Why don’t you try it?’ Still he couldn’t move, but his eyes never left them. The red head, who was obviously relishing her currant dominance, started to kiss the blonde. Big, deep, probing kisses; first on the mouth, then down her neck, whilst her finger tips continued to brush the almond nipples.

            It was the blonde’s yell that woke him up. As she came there, right in front of him, under the careful ministrations of another girl, he realised that this wasn’t just another fantasy. This was everything he wanted. It was real.

            As if sensing that he’d come to a positive decision, the red head pulled a condom out of her mini-skirts pocket and threw it at him. He inclined his head, and posted it into his jeans pocket.

             The blonde almost sagged with relief as he tore off his shirt, closely followed by her skirt. He pushed her back into the red head’s arms, spread her knicker free legs, and greedily lapped up the juice which ran down the inside of her thighs. Her arms reached up, and her fingers dug into his short dark hair to steady herself. His dick ached, but he wasn’t ready to take his jeans off. He couldn’t be sure how much control he’d have without there restraining presence.

            Glancing up from his intense work around her clit, he could see she was very close, but he didn’t want to be the one to trigger her second orgasm. He was in charge now, and he wanted to watch.

            The red head staggered a little as he pulled her roughly towards him, ‘Finish her off,’ he ordered.

            ‘Certainly sir.’ She spoke with mock gravity, and knelt down, sliding two perfectly manicured fingers inside her friends soaking snatch. He watched as the fingers moved slowly, rhythmically in and out, making tiny slurping noises in time to the clock. He stepped forward and began to kiss the red head on the neck, her face and her stomach. He circled all around her chest without actually touching it, planting the lightest of touches on her belly and her arms, forcing a groan from her confident mouth. He knew the need for attention in her breast must be almost unbearable. Would she beg? No; too proud. He suspected that right now she would like to though.

            The tension was cut abruptly as the blonde cried out once more, her body shivering in satisfaction. The red head pulled away from him and stuffed an aching tit into her friends mouth, who instantly obliged by flicking a skilful her tongue over the neglected nipple. Red’s murmur of relief became a sigh of pleasure when he thrust his hard cock between her pink lips.

            He had dreamt about this sort of thing, but the reality of the situation was almost too much. The girls so busy together, combined with the tongue expertly, divinely, licking at his tip, was driving him to distraction. He withdrew hastily and took a deep breath, gathering himself.

            The clock ticked. The red head was whimpering for more attention.  He glanced at the cardboard bed beneath him; it was more or less squashed flat now. Time must be short and he was desperate to be inside one of them. He didn’t care which one.

            Ripping the condom out of its packaging and rolling it into place, he lay on his back, his discomfort soon forgotten as his shaft was quickly swallowed up as the blonde sat astride him. The delicious sensations that coursed through him doubled as the red head lowered herself onto his face, offering her pussy to his open mouth.

            Again his mind was full of the image they must be presenting. The stifled mews and groans from above told him that the girls were kissing each other as one pumped against his cock, and one rocked against his tongue. He held red’s thighs tightly, feeling the pleasing weight mould into him. Perhaps their hands were busy working on each others tits. He was sure they would be.

            It was a thought too far, and suddenly he pushed the red head away, crying out his relief as he shot his load into the blonde above him. As he moved away, panting hard, the girls wasted no time in fingering themselves to their own climax, giving him one last memorable spectacle.

            Tick. The girls were bar staff again. Collecting their clothes from the jumble of cardboard, they hastened towards the door. Turning to him for a final look, he blew them a kiss, admiring their calm but rather crumpled appearance. Tomorrow he would have to pinch himself. Had that really just happened?

            The backs of his long legs ached where they had been rubbed against the uneven surface, and they were already bruising. It had happened, and he was about to develop the marks to prove it.

If you fancy reading the rest of The Collector, you can find it in paperback or e-book from Amazon, and all good book sellers.

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