Best Women's Erotica(35)

I heard Stuart sigh, along with the scrape of his chair on the hard floor. He stood beside me, peering down at my dick. “I’ve seen bigger,” he smirked. I gave him a look and put my hands on my hips. Stuart raised his hands, stepped away.

I returned to Darren, who was now pouting. I slid his belt out of its loops. He wriggled, looking uncomfortable, embarrassed. I wasn’t about to make things any easier for him. When I shook my head, he visibly drew himself up to his full height, puffed out his chest. It took all my concentration to not laugh at the spectacle.

“Bitch, please,” I said with a smirk.

“She called me a bitch!” Darren squeaked in complaint, looking in Stuart’s direction.

“Must I put up with this?” I asked out loud. “Do I have to request a refund?”

Darren stilled. His hands returned to his pants, which he pushed down with effort until they lay bunched around his knees. Even with the drama-queen attitude, he was still my living, breathing, wet dream.

“I think I’ll take you up against the wall.”

Darren shuffled to the nearest wall, his clumsy movements disturbing the dust into little blooms. I followed him, fingering the dildo I wore. I rolled a condom over my silicone length. I could feel the lines of sensation travel up my body from my clit to my breasts, electricity that was so intense and sharp, it was physically painful. However, I tended to enjoy pain—whether giving or receiving, I always lapped it up.

When I reached the boy, I was buzzing, burning up with anticipation and need. I braced my hands on either side of his head and rubbed myself over his back, over his bare arse that had a little tattoo on it: a St. Andrew’s flag. I lost myself in simply feeling his hot body beneath me. My dildo prodded his thighs, the curve of his arsecheeks.

“I’m ready,” Darren said.

“I’m sure you think you are.” I stretched around to his front, felt the hot burn of his erection on my palm.

“Go on then, do it,” he hissed. “Just do it.”

My little bottle of lube sat in my back pocket. I applied a liberal amount to my fingers and then pushed one between his cheeks. I circled around, enjoying the sight of him writhing against the wall. I stepped back slightly, and then with my free hand I slapped his arse, making him jump with surprise. I spanked him some more, steady beats that turned his white-boy skin a rosy red. When I returned my hand to his cock, it felt harder, hotter.

“Now you’re ready.”

Darren whimpered. The sound of surrender made my nipples tingle. I wanted to hear him make more noises like that.

The first slide of my cock into his body was a sucking squelch. I breathed out along Darren’s neck, exhaling the stored-up passion and want that had stirred inside me all those years ago. I pushed farther, implanting myself inside the boy. My feet were unsteady. My hips moved of their own accord. My head spun. He didn’t have to do a thing to surrender his power. It leapt off his skin, dribbled with the sweat that ran down his back. I licked around his throat, pressing teeth to the flesh that was stretched tight. I wrapped my arms around him, possessively circled his body with mine.

“Please,” he whispered into the wall. He arched up against me. I understood of course. I had power of my own. I brought down my hand against his arse once more. He shuddered beneath me, bucking slightly as I slapped him again and again.

A movement to my left made me look up, gasping, into the eyes of Stuart. His kilt was held up by a large pin. He grabbed his cock in his fist, stroking it hard and fast. He nodded at me. Knowledge and power combined into a potent aphrodisiac as I mirrored his movements with my own. I circled my hand around the boy’s cock, pulling and stroking in the same way that Stuart touched himself. Darren leant back against me, his weight threatening to push me over. I pressed him back against the wall fully, continued to jerk him off as I thrust inside.

“Shit!”

I don’t know which of the men swore out loud, but warm come erupted over my hand a moment after. Stuart squeezed his eyes shut, and then he came too, spraying his boy with thick streaks of white.

I breathed deep. My clitoris sung with pleasure, even though I hadn’t come yet. That was something I’d do later when I was alone at home. My orgasm was a powerful moment that I wasn’t about to let these guys see.

I slid out of Darren’s arse carefully. He winced and squeaked with every movement until I was free of him. He sagged against the dusty wall, sticky and sweaty. He didn’t look so tough now, although his boots were still impressive. I pulled the spent condom from my dildo, threw it down on the dirty floor. I felt my own power surge within at what I’d done. Somewhere inside me, a little girl jumped for joy.