The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Naughty Word Games

by Kimberly Bray

Shanna was bored. She lay beneath Dean, her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock buried deep inside her staring at the ceiling. She loved him — why wasn’t this working? She tried to concentrate, helping him by thrusting her hips against him — he felt wonderful, as always, his hard body, glistening with sweat working above her.

She ran her hands over his marvelous chest, which she loved, tried thinking sexy thoughts. Finally, Dean stopped, pulling out of her and flipping over on his back, his shining, hard dick sticking straight up in the air like a tree trunk.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said, rolling over and putting her head on his shoulder. Her hand trailed down his abdomen and she teased the curly hair at the base of his cock. She wrapped her hand lightly around it, sliding it up and down its hard length.

“Mmmmm,” he said. “That feels nice.”

They lay there like that for a while, Shanna stroking him, her leg thrown over his. “Are we in a — what do you call it? A slump?” he said, after a while.

Shanna thought about it for a moment — about how hot things were for them when they first got together nearly a year before, and how things had kind of cooled off lately. “I think we’ve kind of gotten into a routine,” she said, sitting up. She propped herself up on her pillows.

Dean sat up on the edge of the bed, his back to her. She could tell by the slope of his shoulders that he was upset. “I really love you,” he said. “I’m sorry, Shanna.”

Shanna scooted over beside him and put her arm around him. “Please,” she said. “It’s not you. It’s us.” She kissed him on the cheek. “This happens to every couple, I think. We just — need to spice things up a bit, maybe.”

At that, Dean rose from the bed, padding off to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said moodily.

Shanna sighed and watched him walk away, admiring his tight ass and long legs. Dean was such a sexy guy — and she loved him like crazy. The best part was, he loved her, too. She wondered if he thought by ‘spice things up’ Shanna had meant something kinky.

Dean was an English teacher and pretty straight-laced so she was afraid that if that was what he thought, she might have embarrassed him. Shanna lay back down on her side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around herself. She was determined to come up with a way to get their sex life simmering again.

The next evening at dinner, Shanna placed an envelope on the dinner table, leaning up against his wine glass.

“What’s this?” he asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

A smile played on Shanna’s full lips. She had taken extra care with her make-up tonight and it was paying off. She could see the gleam of desire in Dean’s eyes as they searched her face, glancing down her long neck. She was wearing a soft blouse that showed off her long neck, her soft shoulders and her deep cleavage.

Dean took a swallow of his wine, his cheeks flushing. Shanna reached under the table and put her hand on his thigh. “It’s just — a little game I wanted to play with you,” she said mischievously. Her hand slid a little further up his thigh. She could feel the beginnings of his erection through his pants.

“Interesting,” he said playfully. He leaned over and kissed her lips. “If you keep that up, we won’t be having dinner.”

Dean saved the envelope until Shanna brought out the special dessert she had made; chocolate-covered strawberries. “Let’s take these in the living room with the rest of our wine,” she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. Dean’s hand came up and cupped her breast. “Come on,” she said, sashaying past him, her hips swaying provocatively.

On the sofa in front of a lovely fire in the fireplace, they shared the strawberries and kisses. Things were heating up already. Shanna loved kissing Dean — he was a great kisser, and it was something that had attracted her to him strongly when they’d begun dating. But she didn’t want them to get back into their old routine, even though tasting the berries on his lips was causing her to become achy and damp between her legs. She pulled herself from his embrace. “Aren’t you curious about the envelope?” she said.

“Mmmmm,” he said. “You almost made me forget.” He scooped it up off the coffee table. “So, what’s this all about?”

“Well,” she said, sitting back and gazing into his eyes wickedly. “Why don’t you open it and find out?”

A smile played around Dean’s lips, and his eyes held hers as he used his thumb to slit the envelope open. Shanna could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was already getting into this game. Dean peeked in to envelope, his brows knitting together as he extracted six note cards. On three of the cards, written in beautiful calligraphy was a word. One card said STEAMY, another said MYSTERIOUS, and the last one said FLEXIBLE. The other three cards were blank.

“What’s this?” said Dean.

“Well, my sexy English professor,” Shanna said, scooting closer to Dean on the sofa, “That would be tonight’s word game challenge.”

“A challenge, eh?” he said, running his finger up her arm. “That sounds like it might be right up my alley.”

“Mmmmmm,” Shanna replied. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“So, how does this — um — challenge work?”

“Well,” said Shanna, wetting her lips, “For this evening’s challenge, you must provide me with an experience, an erotic experience that is, that encompasses those three words.”

“I see,” Dean replied. “And what are the other three cards for?”

“Those are for tomorrow,” Shanna said, kissing Dean’s neck. She looked into his eyes. “You will write three words to challenge me.”

“Better and better,” he said, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Dean’s lips were soft on hers, his tongue probing them and slipping in. She slipped her arms around his neck. “What do you think?” she whispered.

“Well, I think,” he said between kisses, “That you are definitely on.” He slipped off the sofa, leaving her hot from his kisses. “Give me a few moments to come up with my game plan.” Shanna watched as Dean slipped away toward the bedroom, looking back once to give her a sexy wink. She smiled at him, happy that her little plan seemed to be working. Already her panties were damp with anticipation.

Shanna sank back on the sofa. In the bedroom she could hear Dean rummaging around. She wondered what he was up to and smiled to herself, glad that he was being a good sport and participating. She had to admit, she’d been worried that he might scoff at her idea, or just feel too shy to go along with it.

He must have been worried about how stale things had gotten, too. Shanna’s heart warmed even more toward her beau. Now, Dean was talking to himself in there. What was he doing? It was all she could do to stay put and not peek in the door.

Then, the bedroom door opened a crack. “Don’t turn around,” Dean whispered furtively.

“Okay,” Shanna whispered back, dramatically.

She heard Dean’s footsteps on the carpeting behind her, then, in a flash, he was tying a blindfold around her eyes. “Don’t move,” Dean whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

“Okay, Dean,” she said, giggling a little.

He tied the blindfold tight. “I’m not who you think I am,” he said. His voice was deeper, with a hint of an accent. “You can call me — Mr. Smith.”

Shanna smiled. Already she was giddy with excitement. She and Dean had never played these kinds of games before, and it was definitely titillating. “Of course,” she said, straightening in her seat. “Mr. Smith.”

“If you move or scream or attempt to escape, I shall have to do something — drastic,” he said. “Do you understand, Miss Evers?”

Shanna trembled dramatically. “Do you… have a weapon?” she asked. She heard Dean cross around to the front of the sofa where she sat. He grabbed her hand, placed the flat of it on his leg and directed it upward. Through his slacks she could feel the long, hard rod of his growing erection.

“What do you think?” he said, menacingly.

“I think you are well armed,” she said.

He pulled her up from the sofa and Shanna heard the jangling of keys. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Mr. Smith! Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough!” He led her to the door and helped her on with her coat. The door opened and she could feel the cool night air against her face. After he’d settled her in the car, he leaned toward her, his lips barely brushing hers.

“You must be very well behaved, Miss Evers,” he said, his breath mingling with hers. She could feel the points of her nipples rising and brushing against the lace of her bra. Her panties were twisted and damp, riding up against the lips of her pussy in a delicious way. She squirmed on the seat. “Don’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”

“What don’t you want to do?” she said pertinently.

Dean’s hand slid up her leg under her skirt, his fingers slipping into her wet panties in an instant. He slipped a finger up into her, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Shanna sucked in her breath, her pussy contracting around Dean’s finger. Just as quickly as he’d slid into her, his hand disappeared, and as Shanna moaned, he started the car.

“Where- where are we going?” she asked quietly.

“No questions,” he said, flipping the radio on and pulling out of the drive.

They drove for about twenty minutes, Dean silent in the seat next to her. Then the car stopped. “Stay here,” he said, leaving her in the car. She waited, obeying his command. She was pleasantly surprised — in addition to going along with Shanna’s game, he seemed to really be getting into it — she never dreamed they would leave the comfort of their house for this. Dean was going over and above.

Her car door opened, and Dean grasped her arm, pulling her out of the car. “Walk,” he ordered. He held her arm behind her and she could feel him against her buttocks. The air was chilly and made her nipples rise. They walked a short distance, and she heard the jangling of keys and she was ushered inside. She heard a door close, then Dean told her to take off her clothes.

“Slowly,” he said, and she heard him cross the room and sit. She began removing her clothing and imagined him watching her. She imagined his hard body, the one she knew so well, imagined him rubbing his hand over his hard cock through his slacks. She shivered, new moisture flooding her panties. She reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra, removing it, her ample breasts spilling out, then she stepped out of her panties.

“Lie back on the bed,” Dean said, and Shanna heard a noise — zzzzzzp — as he undid his own zipper. She thought about his cock — it was nice, not overly large, but thick and smooth. He had a deep ridge around the head of it that made a wonderful friction against her when they made love. Shanna lay back on the bed. “Spread your legs,” he said, “Let me see you.”

Shanna did as she was told, spreading her knees wide for her lover. She imagined her pussy, open, wet, pink and shining, laid bare for him. She sighed, trailing her hand over her breasts, her belly, teasing her soft, curly hair. She rubbed a finger over her clit.

Suddenly, his mouth was on her, hot and probing, his tongue pointy and hard licking up and down the length of her. He grasped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him, his tongue dipping into her like a small penis, licking and licking.

He wrapped his lips around her hard little button and sucked. Shanna cried out and grasped his hair, pulling him to her. He slid a thumb into her, fucking her as he sucked. He moaned against her clit, the vibration of sound making her buck under him and when he pushed another finger into her ass she shuddered, her honey spilling into his mouth.

“Mmmmm, very good, Ms. Evers,” he said. “Now on to the — second phase of our encounter.”

Dean rose, and Shanna lay quivering on the bed. Soon, she heard a low humming coming from the next room. What could he be up to? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Dean then led her to another room. It was hot and steamy inside. He took her hand.

“Careful,” he said. “Watch your step.” He took her arm and put his other hand on the small of her back and led her up a few stairs. Then he stepped around her and she heard water sloshing. “Step down,” he said. “Carefully.”

Shanna stepped down into steamy water. Dean put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her into the hot water, then flicked a switch and the hot tub bubbled to life. Shanna smiled, pleased at Dean’s participation and attention to detail in the fantasy.

She sat in the water, which bubbled up around her shoulders and soon felt Dean’s hands on her thighs, parting them, spreading her apart, the hot water reaching every crevasse. His fingers, cooler than the water, slid between the lips of her hot pussy, his thumb working over the nub of her clitoris, which had risen like a tiny penis in excitement.

Shanna sighed, sinking into the water, her mound rubbing into his hand as he stimulated her. Her desire grew deep in her belly, and she moaned, wanting him.

His body came closer, and she felt his legs wrap around her waist in the water, his hard cock thrusting up between her breasts. She reached up, cupping them in her hands and pushed them together around his cock, and he began to move his hips faster and faster, sliding up and down between her ample bosoms.

She felt him reach around behind her head, and he pulled off the blindfold. They were in a lush hot tub room, rife with plants and lit candles. She looked up to meet his eyes, but saw he could not take his own from the sight of his cock thrusting between her tits.

She followed his eyes down and could see the flushed pink, shiny head of his cock slide up between her breasts, cum beginning to leak from the tip. She bent her head, flicking her tongue and licked at it and Dean moaned with desire.

Shanna looked up at him wickedly. “Is this the flexible part?” she asked.

Dean’s smile was equally wicked. “No,” he said. “This is.” With that he pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest. He turned in the water then, and reached down, putting his hands under her thighs and pulling her legs up, her knees crushed to her chest, opening her like a butterfly, her entire pussy exposed in the water, her vagina open and pulsing, her clit poking out at the top.

Then he moved forward, positioning her open pussy in the path of the strongest hot tub jet. The water pounded against the sensitive tissue, vibrating and pulsing against her clit, her opening, like a ghost cock, fucking her.

Shanna’s hips bucked against the jet, she moaned, her pussy throbbing as if it was filled with Dean’s cock. He moved her closer, pulling her legs up over her shoulders, maneuvering her in the pulsing jet.

Then he turned slightly and a lower jet began to pound against her open asshole, causing deeper sensations in her, unknown sensations. At the same time, he moved his hand, pushing his fingers into her pussy as the water pounded her ass. His thumb snaked up, rubbing her clit roughly and Shanna cried out, her pussy contracting around his fingers as she began to come.

Dean disengaged her roughly, turning her in the water to him, impaling her with his stiff cock, his hips bucking up against her, the hot, steamy water gouting up between them, splashing it and their mutual cum against their chests and faces.

***

The next morning a tousle-haired Shanna came sleepily down to the kitchen. Dean was at the counter in a pair of pajama bottoms, looking sexier than Shanna ever remembered. She smiled at him, thinking about their wonderful night in the suite of the most expensive hotel in town. They’d left early in the morning, walking hand in hand down the street to a bakery that was just opening, like new lovers, sharing a roll before going home to their own bed for some rest.

Dean walked over and kissed her passionately on the mouth, delivering a cup of coffee, made just the way she liked it. She smiled, lifting the cup to her lips. “Mmmmmm,” she said. “This is wonderful.” She looked up into his green eyes. “But not as wonderful as you were last night.”

He smiled and reached behind him on the counter, presenting her with the other envelope. “Well,” he said. “I can’t wait to see what you make of this, babe.” He kissed her again, then sauntered out for a shower. Shanna watched him walking away, her eyes lingering on his tight ass beneath the soft, cotton pajama bottoms. A shiver went through her as she thought about his hands on her the previous evening, the way he moved in her, the feeling of the hot water pulsing against her open pussy.

She shivered, wetness growing between her legs. She thought about rushing into the bathroom, joining him in the shower, but looking at the clock knew he had to be getting ready for work — and they were both already a little weary from their late night frolic.

Shanna gently tore the envelope open. Inside on the little card she had provided, Dean had written MOTIONLESS, WICKED, INNOCENT. “Well,” she said to herself, looking at the words. “I certainly have my work cut out for me.”

***

It was Friday night, and Dean was running a little late after work. Shanna paced nervously, her stiletto heels click-clacking on the tile floor. She went to the mirror in the foyer, giving herself one last cursory glance.

She cupped her naked breasts, held high by the black, leather bustier, smoothed her hands down her tiny waist and curvy hips. Her long nails were painted blood red, and she had on long, black and silver false eyelashes and hot red lipstick.

Her dark hair fell to the middle of her back and was tousled. She was wearing a sweeping black skirt, slit up the front, giving a view of her furry muff. Her legs were encased in black, net stockings with garters. Atop her head was a sassy, little witch’s hat. She looked wicked, indeed.

Suddenly, she heard Dean’s key in the lock. She took her stance in the hall, facing the door, and as he walked in, he beheld her standing there, legs spread and hands on her hips, glaring at him. In her hand she held a silver and white swirled, blown glass wand about eight inches long. She held it out, pointing it at him. “How dare you make me wait!” she hissed.

Dean’s eyes were wide with surprise, taking in Shanna’s costume and demeanor. He slowly set his briefcase on the floor and closed the door behind him, not taking his gaze from her. His eyes traveled over her body, her breasts, her exposed pussy, her long legs. He licked his lips.

“Lock the door,” Shanna said, her voice low and deadly. Dean turned obediently and locked the door. Shanna stepped slowly to the side table in the foyer, her hips undulating as she walked in the stiletto heels. At the side table, she poured deep, red wine into a glass. She walked over to Dean, staring into his eyes. She stood close to him.

“You are bold, coming into my dwelling,” she said, a smile on her lips. “Let me give you a glass of wine for your trouble.”

Dean loosened his tie. “I would not drink your poison, witch!” he said, playing along.

Shanna reached down and ran her long nails up his thigh, raking them teasingly over his growing erection. “Oh, I think you will,” she said. “I think you will do everything I wish!”

“Do not molest me, witch!” he said, drawing himself up. “For I am a holy man, and chaste!”

“Mmmmmm,” Shanna purred. “An innocent.” She leaned forward and nibbled his neck. She placed the glass in his hand. “Drink, innocent!” She stepped back and pointed the wand at him. “Drink!”

Dean’s eyes became glassy. He raised the glass to his lips. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. His lips were red with the wine. Shanna licked the wine from his mouth and kissed him deeply. “Remove your clothing!” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Shanna turned and walked away from him. She sat in a chair at the end of the foyer hall. She slowly opened her legs, exposing her pink flower. Dean had removed his tie and shirt and dropped them at the door. He was staring down the hall, taking in Shanna’s long legs, her open pussy.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, then slid them slowly down, his already stiff cock popping up out of them and pointing at the ceiling. He bent and removed his stockings and shoes, standing stark naked before her.

Shanna nodded appreciatively. “I seen you’ve brought a wand of your own,” she said. “Let us see how powerful it is.” She crooked her finger. “Come to me, innocent!” she said. “You are powerless! Unable to move unless I allow it!”

“Yes… Mistress,” Dean sighed as Shanna wrapped her red, red lips around the head of his cock, sucking the glans into her mouth, running her tongue around the ridge of the head. Dean’s legs quivered.

Shanna pushed her mouth over his cock, taking as much as she could, the head at the back of her throat, she made swallowing motions, engulfing the head, making Dean moan with pleasure. Suddenly, she stopped, standing before him. “Walk,” she said, pushing him toward the dining room.

Shanna had removed all the chairs from around the table earlier that day. There was a long silk scarf tied to the top of each table leg. “Lie down!” she commanded.

A slight smile played around Dean’s lips as he sat on the table, then he controlled himself and concentrated on looking frightened, controlled. Shanna held the glass wand out. “You are powerless!” she told him. “I’ve cast my spell upon you!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, lying on the table, his considerable erection poking up like a baton.

Shanna slid the wand between her breasts and began walking around the table and tying Dean’s arms and legs to the table legs. She leaned over, her hot breath in his ear. “And now I shall do wicked things to you, my dear!”

“Please spare me!” Dean begged. “For I am a holy man who has never given myself to the pleasures of the flesh!”

“Silence!” Shanna demanded. “There is no mercy for one who walks so boldly into my dwelling!” She flicked her tongue in his ear, and stood at his head. She began running her hands over his chest, her pussy so close to his head that he could smell her musk. Beneath her hands, his nipples tensed. Shanna chuckled and teased them with her long nails. Dean shivered, his cock quivering. “Do you like that, my innocent?” she whispered.

“No! Please — stop,” Dean said with considerable effort.

Shanna then grasped both nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers the way Dean did to her. Just doing it to him made her nipples hard. She leaned over him, rubbing the tough, little nubs over his face, where his five o’clock shadow brushed them roughly.

“Suck!” she demanded, and Dean opened his mouth and took one nipple between his lips, rolling it on his tongue, teasing it with his teeth. Shanna sighed, reaching up to roll her other nipple between her fingers, pressing her muff on Dean’s shaggy head of hair, rubbing against him. She could feel her honey begin to flow, making her moist and slippery.

She climbed on the table then, straddling him, her pussy hot and open, her deep pink flower revealed to him. She could see him staring, and she smiled and reached down, opening herself with her hands, spreading her lips wide, the shining flesh, the opening, the tiny bud so close, her juices making her shine.

She reached down and began to touch herself, rubbing one finger up and down the slit, lingering on her clit, the little mushroom-like head rearing up at her touch, poking out. She began to breath harder as she pleasured herself before him, torturing him with it, making him watch as her fingers slid up inside, coming out wet and dripping with her cum.

“Please, Mistress!” he breathed, finally.

Shanna arched an eyebrow. “What do you want, innocent?” She stared into his eyes.

“Please,” he said. “Please- a taste?”

Shanna smiled, moving up over his face. She lowered herself slightly, just close enough for the tip of his tongue to flick at her sweet flesh. She felt it move over her and shuddered with pleasure. She lowered herself a bit more, and Dean raised his head, engulfing her with his mouth, his tongue suddenly everywhere, sliding up into her, surrounding her clit, sucking, licking, biting. Shanna moaned, getting caught up in the moment, then reeled, pulling herself up and back.

She jumped from the table, facing Dean and pointing at him. His face was wet with her honey. “You have tried to bewitch me!” she accused. “You are not so innocent after all!”

Dean just smiled, his eyes glittering.

“For that you will pay!” Shanna hissed, and with that slid down, straddling his hips, she opened her legs affording him another fine look at her wet, shining flower. She slowly slid the glass wand inside herself, warming and wetting it.

“Now, I will show you some of my — magic, “ she said. “The magic of pleasure — and pain.” She flipped around, her back to him and impaled herself on his glorious cock. Then she leaned over and teased his balls with her fingernails, causing Dean to shiver with pleasure. Suddenly, the tip of the glass wand was at the opening of his ass. It was warm from her pussy, and wet.

She inserted it just a little, and Dean gasped. Shanna chuckled and slowly inserted the wand a bit further, slowly fucking him with the wand until he began to moan, his cock growing amazingly harder inside her. She pleasured him with the wand, the slick, hot glass moving in and out of him. When his breathing became ragged, she pulled it from him, stopping all movement until he calmed.

She began rocking furiously, using him shamelessly for her own pleasure. It was as if he was nothing more than that, a cock, an implement to be used. She ignored his groans of delight, his labored breathing, she simply rode on him, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her, altering tempo and depth as she desired.

Beneath her furious fucking, Dean was immobile, tied to the table, unable to even buck beneath her to meet her as she pushed herself on him, for when he moved his hips, the restraints she’d tied so tightly bit painfully into his wrists.

She came down upon him again and again, until finally her hot, wet pussy began to clench and throb in the throes of orgasm and she made one final thrust, pushing herself down tightly on him, and he cried out, his own cock stiffening even more, quivering, spurting, their honey mixing together and spilling, wetting them both.

***

Shanna woke late. The morning sun was shining through the open windows, and outside the sound of birdsong sweetened the air. She stretched beneath the soft sheets, smiling at the pleasant, after-sex ache in her muscles. She reached over, running her hand over the empty side of the bed where Dean had slept. She missed him already. It was unbelievable how much things had changed for the better between them in such a short time.

She had to pat herself on the back for thinking of the little word game. She slipped a silk robe over her nude form and padded to the kitchen, the smell of coffee enticing and heady. Dean had already left for work.

She sighed a little, wishing he’d woken her after their night of passion, for a goodbye kiss. Ah, well, she thought, there’s certainly enough time for that tonight! She smiled, thinking how exciting the recent encounters with Dean had been. Certainly a change for the better. She wondered how long it could last.

Entering the kitchen, she spied a familiar white envelope leaning up against a clean coffee cup near the coffee maker. Smiling, she picked it up and slit it open. Inside was a white card that read: BLINDFOLD, HONEY, LEATHER.