Short Smut, Vol. 1

SIOBHAN’S PARTY

“ Please Ari, I can’t take any more.” Ari holds me face down by my wrists, his cock rigid in my sore ass. I’ve come so many times I’ve already lost count, and still he keeps pushing me over that precipice, driving me towards yet another.

“ So say you’ll go with me then.”

“ Oh god, please, just come, Ari, just come, no more, no more.” He thrusts once, and then again, and I start to shake and shudder under him as I climax. I lost count at ten; this has to be at least twenty.

“ You can either agree and I’ll finish, or you can keep ignoring the question and I’ll keep fucking you all night long.”

He would, too. “Fine, I’ll go, I’ll go, just please come for me!”

I know he is twisting his expression into one that shows he is concentrating, though I can’t see him. I love when he gets serious with his sex. It’s as if he’s doing advanced mathematics and trying to work out a tricky formula. The sweat drips off him as he pounds me, and I am suffering through wave after wave of orgasms. I can’t control my muscles enough to help him, I know my ass and pussy are clenched and tight with my own pleasure and that makes him last longer, holds back his own climax.

“ Fuck, Siobhan, you’ve got to relax!” He slows for a moment, and then pulls out of my ass with a deliciously wet popping sound. He turns me over, reaches for the washcloth, quickly wipes his cock, and shoves it into my poor tired pussy.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I think of the symphony, of Berlioz, the beauty of his music. I think of the swells and dark strains of the “March to the Gallows,” and I am able to loosen my muscles, relax my cunt, let him find his way to release. Everyone loves the fifth movement of Symphony Fantastique, but the fourth grinds my soul into quivering bits of longing pleasure.

“ Oh yes, oh fuck,” he groans. My darling man is close, I can feel it, and he pushes into me one last time, nice and deep, his bushy pubis rubbing against my freshly oiled sex as he holds there, pulsing inside me. His eyes are closed, his expression angelic and blissful.

“ I love when you come in me,” I say, kissing his eyelids.

They flutter open and he looks at me with those big, dark eyes of his. “I’m going to love coming in you at the party.”

“ That’s assuming you will be the one coming in me. The room will be dark, or did you forget the details you so lovingly shared with me while you had me pinned down and were violating me?”

I’m still unsure of the event he wishes to attend. We’ve done all the usual fantasies, the threesomes, the foursomes, the swing parties. I was his bound plaything one evening with some very kinky friends of ours. They ate sushi off my belly and took turns spanking me before Ari used me in front of them. This will be very different. Costumes for all, strangers, and a room that will be plunged into darkness. Anything goes. For Ari, this is exciting; he is aroused by the unknown, the new and different.

“ You worry too much, Siobhan. It’ll be fun, you’ll see.” He stands, his body lovely in the light that comes in the window. My Ari is lean and taut, his muscles toned, and his cock is a blessing I count every day, thick and hot and filling me with perfection. He never seems to get enough of me, and he does so love to share me.

“ Fine, Friday then. But we’ve got work, and I need to get some sleep for tomorrow.”

Ari kisses me and climbs out of our bed, heading for the shower. He loves to be clean, and I love the smell he brings back with him when he finishes washing. I like to sleep naked, his cum still leaking from me, his scent on me. He doesn’t seem to mind the scent of my used sex under the sheets.

Two parts of one.

We are buying our costumes today. Ari keeps his simple, a toga and a golden mask to hide his face.

“ Easy access!” he proclaims, lifting the toga to show off his black pubic hair and his soft cock. I almost fall to my knees in the dressing room and suckle him. I’m sure he would love that, his woman sucking him off in a public changing area.

My cat woman outfit is very sexy. The black dress barely covers my sex, and the top half clings to my small breasts. I can easily see my nipples in the mirror, hard with my desire to pleasure Ari. The mask covers the top of my head down to my nose and has large black ears and whiskers sticking out of the cheeks. My straight black hair is pulled back and falls to the middle of my shoulders. I feel naughty and wonderfully sexy.

“ You look incredible,” my man tells me.

I feel incredible. I stretch my arms up high and give a soft meow of pleasure. “Would you like to play with the kitty?” I ask, bending over the bench in the room. My panties are small and black and ride up my ass, and Ari’s fingers trace the edges, teasing my skin.

“ Am I playing with Siobhan, the kitty, or Siobhan’s kitty?” He slips a finger under the edge of my underwear and touches my sex, which is dripping with arousal. I push back against him, wanting his finger in me. He knows it, too, and moves away, cupping my sex through the crotch of my panties, teasing me.

“ I’ll bet this is more than my kitty can handle in public.”

I pant with need and twist my head to look at him. His eyes crinkle at me and his lips curl in a smile. My Ari thinks he understands me and believes I won’t give out so easily in a dressing room, so I grab my silky briefs and lower them to my ankles. I see surprise in his expression.

“ Kitty wants your cock. Now. Here.”

Ari hates subtleties and is aroused by public pleasure. This is direct and public enough, and his cock responds as I expect. He lifts the toga and I see his erection straining, his sturdy cock curving up with his approval. He takes my hips and pushes into me, not worrying about foreplay or taking his time. We are in heat, together.

His cock hammers at my softness below, until I clench with a climax, biting my lower lip to stifle my cries of bliss. He is quickly with me, not holding back as he did in bed yesterday, letting his cum flow from his balls into my cunt. When he softens and slips free, I quickly pull my panties back up to capture his spunk before it can drip from me. I’ll get to feel it the rest of the day, and I turn my head to kiss his lovely lips.

“ Come kitty, we have to get some shoes. ” He helps me get into my street clothing and we take the costumes to the cashier to pay.

The door is dark wood with a large brass knocker, which works well with the size of the mansion. There are many cars in the driveway, and I am nervous as we wait for the hosts to open the doors and allow us entry. Ari insisted I leave my panties in the car, and I feel cool breezes tickling my thighs and stroking my naked sex.

“ Welcome,” says the Wonder Woman who opens the door. She is older than me, but very attractive, and when she turns, the tiny gold skirt flips up enough that I can see she is similarly bare beneath it. Ari hands her our invite.

“ Please come and have a drink,” she says. “The main part of the evening will begin shortly, but the other guests are taking refreshments in the study.” She leads us across an immense foyer into a slightly smaller space, with comfortable furniture scattered around and bookshelves lining three of the four walls. The fourth wall has windows overlooking an expansive estate, with manicured lawns and beautiful floral gardens, lit up here and there by cleverly hidden outdoor lights.

There are at least fifty couples here. Ari knows several, but because they are wearing costumes and masks, we recognize no one. There are togas and superheroes everywhere. I see tuxedos and evening gowns with simple ballroom masks, a caveman whose cock dangles from beneath his fur loincloth, and a sexy nurse who is taking the temperature of a sexy policewoman as both sit on a large plush sofa with sexy men on either side of them caressing their breasts through their tight, sexy tops. No one else is doing anything overtly sexual.

Ari squeezes my hand. “How is my darling kitty cat?”

I give him my weakest smile. “Nervous.”

He hugs me, and his love wraps around me like a blanket. “You will be fine, my darling Siobhan.” He kisses my lips below the mask, and his tongue brushes over my mouth. My sex dampens at his display of public affection, and I want to drag him off into a dark room in this huge home and ride his lovely cock.

The thick drapes are drawn shut, and the world outside disappears. The lights begin to dim, and our hostess says, “Please place your drinks on a nearby tray so the staff can clear the room.”

Drinks are removed. The furniture is rearranged to the edges of the study, leaving a large open space in the middle. The couples have gravitated to the edges and are waiting. A sense of eager anticipation surrounds me, an electric tug in my stomach that pulls me along with it.

The lights dim further. Some couples begin kissing. Others stand and watch, waiting for the moment to arrive.

The lights go out. The room is pitch black and I can no longer see. My heart pounds in my chest and I struggle to slow my breathing. Ari is still holding my hand, and he pulls me forward a few staggering steps toward the middle of the room.

“ You’re all right, my sweet little kitty,” he says, undressing me. He pulls the mask off and then unzips my dress. I enjoy the simplicity of becoming nude in such an outfit; too much clothing takes too long. He is equally as swift removing his toga, and then he guides my hand to his erection, throbbing hard under the skin of my fingers.

He pushes me to the floor and lies on his back beside me. I cannot see him, but I feel him, and I take his member into my mouth, rolling onto my knees. I explore his salty flavor with my lips and tongue. He moans softly, and I hear his guttural call of sexual need echoing around us, other couples now undressing and touching each other.

My sex is throbbing with need, wet and open. I swallow his shaft to the base and tease up along it, my hands sliding up his chest. I arch my back so my swollen pussy is up in the air. People are all around us now. I hear them, and then I am brushed from behind by someone with a soft laughing voice who says, “Sorry,” as they move on.

Another person touches my side, this time lingering for a moment, fingers tracing along my ribs and tickling my breasts, a voice murmuring something I can’t understand. Ari’s groans are muffled, and I hear someone near him. I wonder what has been placed between those soft lips of his, whether it is a cunt or a cock. Ari would pleasure either equally; he has no reservations and no qualms about trying anything and everything. I have watched him suckle a man until his cock exploded in my lover’s mouth. I masturbated to the sight of their pleasure together, until they both dragged me to bed with them, taking turns filling me with their cocks and cum. Ari cleaned me up later with his lips and tongue.

Someone is kissing my ass, spreading my cheeks open, their tongue licking along the pucker of my anus. I do love having my ass played with, and I moan my approval of their attention, my fingers stroking Ari’s wet prick. Then someone bumps against my face as they slide down his stomach and push up onto his cock. I pull my mouth away reluctantly as his cock is guided away from my lips and into whatever body rides him.

Hands pull me over onto my back. A cock is rubbed against my side, so I reach down and stroke it. Someone finds my sex, places a mouth on it. Someone else kisses me. There are cries and moans everywhere, bodies everywhere, and I lose track of where Ari is. For a moment, I panic. I need him, I need him near me to guide me and keep me safe. Then a cock is forced into my pussy, and I gasp and am lost to the group and the pleasure. Ari is forgotten.

The first cock takes me quickly, and I feel him come, his fingers brushing my pubis to hold the condom in place on his rapidly softening member. The man rubbing against my side feels huge, and I twist my body to place my hot cunt against the head of his prick, showing him what I need. There is a pause as he puts a rubber on, then he fills me with that monstrous tool.

I come for the first time then, my release almost immediate. I know I cry out loudly, and I hope Ari hears it, knows I am near him, knows I am being pleasured. That’s what gets Ari off best, knowing his woman is being used by another. I do this for him, more than I do it for me; his stout thick cock is all I could ever want in a man. This is just a sharing of his pleasures and has no meaning to me beyond that.

I am pounded senseless by this new man. Someone slides over my face, and a wet pussy is on my lips, so I lap at it. I wonder if her mouth is on Ari in the darkness beyond. I tongue her damp furry sex, finding her clit, trying not to buck too much as the cock in my cunt keeps me coming and coming. I slide my hands up around my mouth, framing her sweet little sex, spreading her open so I can lap at her. She buckles then, grinding against my tongue and nose, little mewling sounds coming from lips somewhere in the darkness.

I realize a tiny bit of light is still seeping in around the heavy drapes. There is not enough to be able to recognize anyone, but enough to see the mass of writhing bodies on the floor. The man inside me grunts once, then twice, and his cock swells like a balloon, pushing another orgasm through my hips and crotch and into my nipples, feeding the fire. He slowly eases out of me and turns toward another group of people.

An hour passes, perhaps two. I lose track of time, of how many times I come, how many men and women I pleasure. I become aware I am the last body on the floor, surrounded by men and women, all taking their turn with me. The rest are spent, tired, but I am not, I am ceaseless and I am sex. I am their rapture, and Ari has made me into this. I want my man to watch me, see his girl, his kitty, as she fucks them all.

The last one finishes. People are wandering from the room, and I see flashes of light as the door to the study opens and closes, opens and closes. The scent of sex lingers on the air, and I am covered in it, doused in it, drowning in a pool of delicious debauchery. Someone touches my side and I unconsciously part my legs for them and murmur, “Take me, please take me, I am here for everyone. Fuck the kitty, so my lover can see the pleasure I give you.”

Ari kisses me, his fingers stroking between my damp lips below. “I’ll take you home first.” He lifts me up off the floor in his strong arms and carries me naked from the room and to our car, placing me gently in the passenger seat. Later he will take me to bed. His strong arms and hard cock will pleasure me once more, and I will come again for him as I always do for my needy man, and I will sleep with him dripping from me. I doze as he drives, for I need my strength to give Ari all he deserves.