Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Three #Free #Erotic stories for you my Loves!

Hello naughty readers! Today I come bearing gifts of free porn! Sometimes I feel like Rob Zimmermann and I are Charlie's Angels and Nikki Haze is our Charlie! Last night I got invited to join in on a threesome with them... not an actual threesome, but you know a collaboration, we were given a prompt... here's how it went!

Prompt: Female lawyer walks into a crowded bar in a rush and taps impatiently on the bar.  She collapses on the stool and waits for the whisky with her head in her hands.  Just as the bartender slides her the drink someone taps on her shoulder.  

Rob's story 

Closing Time

“Mind if I have a seat?”


I’ll take that as a yes,” the man said with a laugh. “I’ll have what she’s having, or should I say what she had?”
She downed the last of the amber liquid from her glass and slumped over the bar counter.

“I’m Ted. And you are..?”
Her face rested in the crook of her elbow, muffling whatever she was muttering about. If she was playing hard-to-get, he could get used to hard-to-get.
“What’s her problem?” Ted asked the bartender as he was handed his whiskey.
“Oh, her?” He shrugged, “That’s Laura. She’s probably pissed that I didn’t wanna eat her out tonight.”
Ted shook his head at the joke. “Thanks for the laugh.”
“She’s a regular here, one of those lawyer types always demanding shit,” he turned to walk to the other end of the bar. “Can’t stand her sometimes, but what a body.”
Ted took a sip of his drink and grimaced. The bottom-shelf whiskey definitely wasn’t what a lawyer would’ve ordered.
The bartender glanced behind him as he took the orders of the only other late night patrons remaining in the small bar. A smirk was on his face.
“He’s a prick, isn’t he?”
His head snapped in the direction of the woman seated next to him.
“What?” He wasn’t sure if he’d heard Laura speak or not.
“My boyfriend, he’s a prick,” she raised her head up to see her new companion better. “The bartender, Jim. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Oh...” Ted sighed and turned to leave. “Sorry to bother you.”
“Where are you going? You wanted to give me the best night of my life or some crap, right?”
“Wha...?” His confidence vanished as he turned around to face the woman again. “I...uh...not, I was...”
She reached down, grabbing the crotch of his pants, pulling him closer. Ted couldn’t help but grow hard in her grip.
“I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me,” she commanded, staring straight at him, expression unwavering.
“I was just...”
“Shut your mouth or put it to good use,” she cut him off. “You’re going to fuck me and you’re going to enjoy it.”
Because the bar was almost empty, her last statement carried far, all other conversation to halt. All attention was on Laura and Ted. Even Jim couldn’t look away.
She felt their stares and grew more aroused. With the expert skills, she unzipped Ted’s pants with one hand, pulling out his fully erect cock. The tip was already wet from her touch alone.
She turned her back to him, leaning over her stool. Then she pulled Ted closer, using his shaft as a leash. With her other hand she lifted her tight black skirt to reveal a purple lace thong that did nothing to cover her firm ass.
“You know, I wore this for Jim today. He goes crazy when I wear this thong. Oh well, he refused my offer earlier. Something about ‘I can’t fuck on the clock.’ Bullshit, I say. Now it’s all for you. Fuck me.”
Ted needed no more convincing. He pushed her legs open wider and knelt down to taste her wet lips.
“God, you soaked through this thing already,” he started to lower the thin band of her thong.
“No. That stays on tonight. Don’t you like purple?”
“On you, Laura, I love it. I love all of it.”
Ted abandoned the thought of having an appetizer and instead went for the main course. Resuming his standing position behind Laura, he moved her thong to the side and guided the tip of his shaft up to her slit.
“Oh fuck,” he couldn’t hide the surprise as he slipped in with hardly any effort. He could feel her muscles squeezing around him.
“Tight enough for you? Quit stalling. I need you to make me cum.”

She was enjoying the feel of Ted’s cock inside her. He was really pounding away in there with long, forceful strokes. Each time they came together, his balls slapped perfectly against her clit. There wasn’t much for her to do but bend over and take it from him, just like she liked it.
Laura’d positioned herself to give Jim the perfect view of her full breasts as she worked them out of her blouse. It aroused her even more seeing him fidget awkwardly with some glasses he was washing. The other customers were also looking uncomfortable, but in a different way.
“I can’t take this anymore. Hey buddy! Yo, barkeep? They’re actually fucking over there,” one of the men in the remaining group of patrons, piped up. “What the fuck, man? Let’s get out of here. This place is fucked up.”
Jim didn’t acknowledge the guy. All he did was stare straight at Laura, her eyes staring right back at him. His hand made its way over the bulge in his jeans. He couldn’t resist any longer.
As he unzipped his fly a face leaned over the counter, “Mmm, would you like some help with that?”
It was one of the women from the group. She was already hopping over the counter before he could even break from his trance.
“Kim, what the hell are you doing?” Her group called from the door, “You’re gonna come or not?”
“Get the fuck outta here Benny, I’ll meet up with you tomorrow,” she yelled back. The in a low raspy tone to Jim, she continued, “I have better things to do than deal with him. I’m going to give you the best head of your life.”
“I doubt that honey,” Laura called from her end of the bar. “But how about you bring that hot cock over here and prove me wrong.”
Ted was still going strong inside her, grunting with each thrust. Despite how absurd it might have been, Laura thought she felt him get even harder inside her tight opening. She was definitely a good choice for tonight, that’s for sure.
“Jim, lay down in front of me while she sucks you off. And girl, make sure Ted here can see that beautiful body you have.”
Kim got up on top of the bar leaning her head down over Jim’s dick, while she lifted her ass in the air, displaying it for Laura and Ted to admire.
“She does have a great ass, Laura, but it doesn’t look nearly as good as the view I have from back here.”
“Ted, quick sweet-talking me. I know my ass is killer.” Laura’s serious demeanor almost cracked, but she quickly recovered,” If it’s so great, why aren’t you fucking me in the ass?”
Ted glanced up at Jim, who was enjoying Kim’s full lips kissing his balls while his entire cock was deep in her throat.
“You heard the woman, man. Fuck her in the ass. She loves it.”
He needed no more encouragement. Laura gasped as he pulled out of her fast and shoved it deep in her ass on the next thrust. She welcomed the sharp pain of the initial entry, but soon felt the pleasure as they regained their rhythm.
“You’re lucky your cunt’s dripping so much,” Ted laughed. “That would have hurt both of us if you didn’t soak this dick like that.
Kim was really going all out on the bar. There was hardly a glimpse of Jim’s shaft between her deep-throating and working her hands up and down bringing out his veins even more. Laura was in the zone now as well. With Ted balls-deep in her ass, her orgasm was nearing.
“Honey,” Laura called to Jim. “I’m going to cum. Ted here really knows how to work me. I think we should give him a treat.”
Jim’s hips were lifting from the surface of the bar, pushing deeper into Kim’s mouth causing her to tear up from the fullness inside her. Low moans were coming up his throat matching those Ted was trying to contain.
“Jim, cum all over my face. Now.”
He sat up into a sitting position on the edge of the counter. With the tip of his manhood a mere inch from Laura’s face, he unloaded all over her. As his cum coated her eyelids, cheeks, her lips, she let out a cry of pleasure. Her orgasm ripped through her almost painfully.
“FUCK!” Laura screamed as her body shuttered, her ass holding into Ted for dear life. “Holy fuck, Jim.”
“So he’s a keeper?
All she could do was nod in agreement, out of breathe and shaking from an overload of pleasure.
Ted was still sliding in and out of her ass, but much slower. He wanted to cum so badly after what those two just did. Maybe it showed on his face, because Jim gestured over to Kim.
“Kim, hand me that rag and make sure Ted gets off. I think he deserves to fill your ass up.”
Getting off the bar and walking over to Ted, she tossed the rag at Jim. “You got it boss.”
With a smirk, she pushed Ted into a nearby chair and continued to remove her tight pants revealing nothing underneath.

After Jim cleaned off Laura’s face and grabbed his pants, they walked hand-in-hand toward the back of the room. As they ascended the stairs to their apartment, they heard Ted groan with an almost primal rage.
Before opening their door, Jim called down, “Kim, remember to lock up when you’re done with him.”
They both laughed as they entered the apartment.
Once the door was locked, Laura turned to look Jim in the eyes, only inches from his face.
“So I didn’t wear this thong for nothing after all, did I?”
“It definitely did its job,” Jim said in reply. “By the way I’m off the clock now. I hope you’re ready for me to eat that pussy now.”

Nikki's story

Hate Fuck (Let's be serious, I'll probably use this title again!)

Willow collapsed in the rickety wooden stool and snapped at the bartender for a double.  He was a grungy rocker who’d flirted shamelessly with her all week, but she was in no mood tonight.  She dropped her briefcase to the ground and removed her suit jacket. 

He slid the amber liquid across the bar towards her and she downed it in one gulp, motioning for a second.  The courthouse was across the street so she was a regular at the bar.  Knowing her sad, sick behavior by now, the sexy bartender just gave her the whole bottle and nodded, his eyes full of pity. 

Well, fuck him.

Willow had given up on filling the glass and was drinking straight from the bottle when someone tapped roughly on her shoulder.  She spun around and came face to face with the cocky slime of a defense attorney Shawn Tunkle.

“Are you fucking kidding me Tunkle?” 

“Last call!” the bartender directed at them.

Willow shot him a poisonous look and he held out his hands in a conciliatory gesture.  The rest of the patrons began to pay up and file out. 

“You’re a mess, Harris.  Giving up on the case so soon, are you?”
She turned around and tried to ignore him, but there wasn’t enough whiskey in the world to keep her from biting. “Come here to gloat?”
Ignoring her question, he sat down on the empty stool next to her and took the bottle from her hand, tipping it backwards.  His eyes met hers as he gulped back the liquid. The bar was empty, save for the two of them.  Even the bartender had disappeared to the back. 
“Oh yeah, cozying up to the judge and playing dirty must really make you need a drink.”
He wiped his mouth and smiled at her.  “Worked up a real appetite for something.” 
She scoffed and looked away, gritting her teeth as she grabbed the bottle back from him.  “Why are you here?”
“Wow, you really hate me,” he noted with mild interest.
“Oh Jeez, I’m sorry Tunkle, am I supposed to pretend I like you?”  She tipped the bottle upwards and opened up her throat to the sweet burn.  Fucking cunt bucket with his arrogant fake white smile.
“When I hate someone you know what I do, Harris?”
“Enlighten me, shit bag.”
            “I fuck them.”  His hand was on her knee, sliding up under the hem of her skirt.  She slammed the bottled down on the table and looked at him with her mouth hanging open as he slipped his fingers past her panties and found her clit. 
She instantly responded to him, grabbing his hand and shoving his fingers deep in her cunt. He finger fucked her until she was close, rubbing her clit against the inside of his wrist.
            “Take off your pants and lie down on the bar.”
            He raised an eyebrow at her but stood and began unbuckling his pants.
            “I’m the one that hates you.  I get to do the fucking, Tunkle.” 
            She slid off her panties and kicked off her heels as she waited for him to climb atop the mahogany bar.  His dick was big despite her assumptions but she told him otherwise.
            “Small, huh?”  He fisted his length in his hand.
            She nodded, “One of the smallest I’ve ever seen.” 
            “Are you guys fucking kidding me!”  She heard the bartender call out from the back entrance.  “Jesus Christ.” 
            Willow smiled at him as she hiked up her skirt. “Call the fucking cops.  I’m the assistant District Attorney, let’s see if I decide to press charges against me.”  Willow closed her eyes and moaned as she sunk her pussy down onto Tunkle’s thick cock.
            “She’s… ah, not kidding.”
            “Shut up and rub my clit, asshole!”
Willow rode him hard as he twisted at her clit, pinching it hard between two fingers.  The bartender stood in the corner with his arms crossed, watching them her with intense interest.  Willow locked eyes with him as she came, gasping out her hatred for Tunkle as her toes curled and her body shuddered with her release.
            Before allowing him to finish, Willow climbed off his cock and slid off the bar.  He muttered his disbelief at her leaving him high and dry.  He fisted his cock, lying back on the bar and jerking himself off as he swore at her repeatedly.   
            “Hate fuck, Tunkle.  It was your idea.”  She picked up her bag and walked towards the back entrance where the bartender remained, staring at her.  “Good luck tomorrow, asshole,” she called back at him. 
            “Maybe if I end up winning tomorrow it will be you on that bar.”  She winked flirtatiously at the bartender as she walked out the door.  “Probably if I lose too,” she added before the door swung shut.

And finally my little contribution

                                                     Country Grown

   Loretta Lynn’s She’s Got You poured from the jukebox, and Nora tapped her finger on the edge of the wooden bar nervously.

   “Excuse me?” A warm, deep voice said behind her.

   Nora lifted her head from her hands just as the bartender set her shot of Makers Mark on the bar in front of her. She took in all six feet three inches of him from her peripheral vision, and was happy to see there was a silver lining to stopping in this shitty little, po-dunk town after losing the case of her career. 

   “Yes?” She lifted the shot and tossed it back, exhaling slowly to avoid the burn, and tapping the bar for another.

   “I was sitting there, and went to the rest room, mind if I join you?” He asked.

   “Not at all.” Nora said, he was exactly what she needed right now, maybe his place was close.

   “Whiskey, I’d have taken you for a rum and coke kind of girl.” His voice was like warm chocolate.

   “Gin and Tonic usually. But I had a bad day.” She laughed, that was an understatement. 

   Nora turned in her stool so her legs were close enough to feel his body heat radiating from his legs. His face lit up into a smile, displaying deep dimples and bright blue eyes. He was gorgeous, tan, blond, he had a thick build and Nora imagined what he’d look like with his shirt off, baling hay in the warm sun, his body glistening with sweat atop a John Deere.

   “I’ve never seen you here.” He said, but it sounded more like a question.

   “I’m just passing through.” She said noncommittally. 

   Something Nora loved most about traveling for a case was that when she came to these places she could be whoever she wanted to be, and she never had to see, or speak to them again. 

   “I’m Shane.” He said, holding his hand to her.

   “Nora.” She took his hand and he squeezed it gently in his large hand.

   Shane lifted two fingers and the bartender nodded, the honky-tonk was empty with the exception of them and one man in a corner nursing a beer, his head also down on the bar. The barkeep placed two shots of whiskey in front of Shane and he slid one to Nora, she took it and quickly tossed it back, nodding her thanks around a twisted mouth as she forced it down.

   “Cheers.” Shane winked at her apologetic face before tossing his own back.

   “Come on.” She was still nodding as she stood and took him by the hand, leading the way to the ladies room, her sweet perfume tickling his nose.

   Shane had barely closed the door behind him when she leapt onto him, pressing her lips almost painfully to his, and he was taken back for a second. It didn’t take him long to recover, however and Nora felt his cock firm against her stomach as he wrapped his large arms around her waist, and slipped them down to squeeze her ass. 

   Nora shoved him away violently and leaned back against the wall, her tongue pressed to the corner of her top lip as she slowly raised her skirt, revealing to him that she wore no panties, only the thigh high stockings, she grinned at the gleam in his eye and he closed the distance between them in one stride, capturing the back of her neck in his large hand and plunging his tongue into her mouth.

   Nora sucked the length of his thick tongue, the whiskey that clung there tasted sweet and he groaned while opening the blouse of her wrinkled skirt suit and lifting her bra over her plump tits to capture one between his lips. She wiggled and made little noises under his touch, no matter how light he touched her, she squirmed as if in pain.

   “Ah! Don’t do that.” She breathed, shoving his head away from her cleavage, and his tickling whiskers. “Come on cowboy… fuck me hard.” She taunted him close to his ear.

   Shane was happy to oblige the tiny spit fire, and grinned down into her little heart shaped face as he shoved her over to the sink, and slipped his hand up the back of her skirt, slipping one, then two of his long, rough fingers inside of her wet pussy. She let out a little sigh as he moved them around. Nora reached back with her hands and undid his jeans, and he pulled his cock out, not even lowering the jeans.

   Shane thrust into Nora and she gripped the sink with her fingers for balance as he picked up rhythm. Nora’s forearm slammed into the anti-shatter mirror and she bit down on the back of her hand to muffle a scream as she came suddenly. She watched his brows draw together in the mirror and his lips parted slightly as he watched himself pumping away at her.

   Shane grabbed a handful of her blond curly hair and shoved her face into the mirror; she grinned like a lunatic and ground back against him before emitting a low man and coming around him again.

   “Jesus.” He ground out and Nora began to laugh.

   Shane swatted her ass and gripped both of her hips in his large hands, hauling her back over him, not caring if the entire town heard her cries. Nora bit her bottom lip and came again, thick clear liquid started to run down her thighs and Shane pulled out of her. She quickly sank to her knees and wrapped her little hand around his thick cock, pumping it and licking him clean of her juices.

   “Do you want me to suck your cock Shane?” She asked him quietly, her little voice was almost mouse like.

   “Yes.” He said gruffly.

   “Do you want to be in my mouth, and let me swallow your cum. Or do you want to put your cum all over my face?” She held his dick to her cheek, and dragged her bottom lip along it before sliding her tongue around his swollen head languidly. 

   When he didn’t answer she just chuckled again, country boys were so sweet… that’s what she liked most about them, they had manners, but were never too shy to get a little rough. She stared up into his eyes as she slid him into her mouth and massaged the root of his cock, behind his balls carefully. She sucked the length of him before cupping his soft balls and pressing them back against his body, so she could take his entire length into her throat. 

   He groaned loudly, and she felt his balls curling up to his body, she tugged them down carefully, and hollowed her cheeks, sucking him fiercely until he cursed loudly and shot cum down her throat in three long, hot streams that she had to struggle to swallow. Nora smiled up at him as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and stood to straighten her clothes.

   “Where are you staying tonight?” He asked as he buttoned his jeans.

   “I’m not.” She said with one last look in the mirror. 

   “You’re leaving tonight?”

   As she opened the bathroom door she tossed a look back at him over her shoulder. “I have to get back to Chicago, but thanks for the drink.” She winked at him once more and he grinned incredulously at her, watching her firm bottom swing as she left. 

I can't wait to work with these two amazing writers again! I hope you enjoyed these steamy little treats!

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