Similes

"So, I was wondering," he said as we lay on the bed, spent from our mutual orgasm, "why don't you ever use similes in your writing?"

"Huh? Don't I?" I tried to respond innocently enough, but I knew exactly what he meant.

"No, really, you don't. You know I love your writing, but it really seems like that could add a new dimension."

"Alright, fine. I'll admit it - I'm terrible at similes. Whenever I try to come up with something sophisticated, sublime, or even just silly, I end up sounding like a... see, I can't even think of one!"

Several months ago, he had uncovered that I enjoyed writing about sex - erotic stories, everything from remembering real encounters to inventing characters and scenarios - and even more, that I was turned on by posting my writing online and receiving feedback from perfect strangers. At first, I was a little embarrassed - it was something that nobody else knew about me. Well, except for all those horny strangers. But once I let my guard down, it became an intriguing new part of our relationship. He enjoyed giving me ideas for stories, and I found myself even more turned on by the process than before. I still enjoyed the knowledge that my writing reached unknown people online, but it was somehow even hotter to try to please him with each new story.

Part of the reason it worked for me was that he never let me off easy. He wasn't just some guy jacking off in front of his computer monitor to any story with enough licking and sucking and fucking. He expected creative plot development, and he liked to push the boundaries of my comfort zones. Each time he did, I responded with some new story I probably wouldn't have thought possible on my own. And I got off on the fact that I was able to respond to each new demand. And that each story posted online brought me new readers - and a few faithful ones who stuck with me, each new turn that my writing took.

So, anyway, back to the similes. "Well, why don't you just give it a try - even if they're silly at first," he said, pinching my nipples as he spoke. "I'll keep myself occupied while you practice."

"OK, OK, I'll try. How about this: fucking him was like a ride at the county fair - a long wait for a tiny thrill."

"Oh, very funny. You don't have to be cruel," he said, grinning and pinching my nipples harder.

"Ouch! I didn't mean you!" As I pondered my next gem, he slowly traced a line from my breast to my crotch with one finger, cupping my still-wet pussy with his hand once he arrived.

"I melted like butter in a warm pan as he began to stroke my clit." I knew very well what he was up to - wearing down my insecurity over bad similes by pressing all my buttons once again. Ooh, that could be a good one, I thought to myself before gathering the courage to open my mouth again.

"He pressed my buttons like a guy at an ATM who knew my PIN number."

Partly because it was time, and partly to hide his snickering, he buried his face in my crotch, slowly licking my clit and inserting two of his fingers inside of me.

"His fingers now inside of me, I felt as full as the gas tank on my hybrid sedan after a relaxing Sunday drive."

I was gradually finding it hard to concentrate as he continued to suck on my clit, and took a break for a moment, reaching for his half-hard cock. As I began stroking it, another bad simile jumped to mind. Might as well keep throwing them out there for his entertainment.

"His cock hardened like a man turning to stone after looking at the evil glare and serpent hair of Medusa."

"Ooh, I love it when you bring in the highbrow stuff," he said, tearing himself away from my dripping pussy. "Nice touch."

"I anticipated his big hard cock inside of me like opening presents under the tree on Christmas morning."

"Oh, really, you're ready for me, are you?"

"Oh, yes, I want you now." He rolled me onto my side, spooned me from behind, slipped a hand between my legs, and lifted up one leg as he pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

He slowly pushed his cock into me, and I groaned in pleasure before gathering my thoughts again for another attempt at a cheesy porn simile.

"As he gradually pressed into me, my pussy was as tight as a great jazz ensemble. No, wait, the Julliard String Quartet playing Beethoven. Hmm... or an inside pitch intended to back a greedy hitter off the plate."

Reaching around to cup my breasts, squeezing and stroking them as he fucked me, he began to thrust harder and faster. I didn't know whether he was ignoring my silly play-by-play, whether it was turning him on, or whether he was simply proud of me for trying. Frankly, it didn't matter - whatever was inspiring him to fuck me this hard, this fast, this deep, I was thankful for it.

"He pounded me like an Austrian chef preparing veal for schnitzel." The similes were definitely going downhill now, now that I was approaching another orgasm, my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing haggard.

"As I started to cum, the pleasure washed over me fast and hard, like an incoming tide on a steep, rocky beach. Ooh, yes, that's it, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!"

As I came down from my orgasm, he finally came as well, shooting his load deep into my pussy. As he pulled out of me, he finally spoke again. "Not bad, not bad. See, all you need is a little practice."

"Well, I don't know how much progress I made, but it was sure fun trying!"

Fire Code Violations

I was working late, again, when the guys from Engine House No. 12 stopped by, again. I was the only one in the office - funny how it always worked out that my boss was never around when bad news came, and I was always the one to handle it. Not that I particularly minded the visits from the firefighters - I'd always had a thing for guys in uniform...

My boss was a great guy, but had really been irresponsible about responding to the warnings of code violations we'd received from the fire department. And I was worried that if he got in real trouble with this stuff - like a fine, or having to shut the office down until things were resolved - that my job might be in jeopardy.

"Hi, Bethany. How are you doing today? Any progress to report?"

"I'm afraid not. I swear I've passed on all of your messages to my boss, but he just hasn't taken any action yet. Is there anything I can do for you guys today?"

"If you could just walk us through one more time, that would be great."

I grabbed my ring of keys from my desk, and led the men through our small building, unlocking doors as they requested, watching as they scribbled notes on pads of paper that looked tiny in their big, strong hands. It was the same three guys who had come by twice before - first, after the little fire we'd had, and a second time to see if my boss had cleared up some violations. Johnson, Smith, and Bradley, I think their names were, if my memory of their nametags served. Frankly, though, I spent more time looking elsewhere.

As I was pondering whether it was really the uniforms themselves that were so sexy, or just the fact that these guys were in such phenomenal physical condition, one of them spoke, his words interrupting my daydream.

"Well, Bethany, I'm afraid we're going to have to red card the whole building."

"What... oh, no! Are you sure there isn't anything I can do?"

"Well, it's not your fault - your boss really should have taken care of these violations when we originally cited him."

"So, does that mean we'll have to shut the place down until things are resolved?"

"I'm afraid so," Johnson said, continuing to scribble on his notepad.

I was filled with conflicting thoughts: I was angry with my boss for putting me in this situation; I was worried about my next paycheck; and, irrationally, given the seriousness of the situation and professionalism of the firefighters, I was turned on by watching these men in uniform go about their work.

In this mess of different thoughts and emotions, a possible solution sprang to mind. Why not try to seduce them, or at least one of them? Maybe I could earn a reprieve for my boss and his business in exchange for a little sex? The worst they could do would be to say no, but if even one of them said yes, I'd have the opportunity to live out a fantasy while simultaneously saving my own job.

The plan was a little out of character for me - I certainly wasn't a prude, but I also didn't typically bribe city officials with offers of sex - but I decided to go for it.

"Are you absolutely sure there's nothing I can do?" I asked the question again, this time touching Johnson's hand and running my fingertips up his forearm.

He stopped writing and looked up and into my eyes. An initial look of shock quickly disappeared, replaced by one of curiosity. I nodded to encourage him that I was serious, that he had indeed understood my innuendo, and dropped my hand to his belt, and then lower to cup the bulge already forming in his pants. He didn't stop me, so I continued, beginning to massage him through the fabric, and he set his notepad down on a nearby desk.

The other two firefighters were still busy looking around the office, and hadn't yet noticed what I was up to. That changed as soon as I dropped to my knees and unzipped Johnson's fly, whipping out his cock so that I could begin stroking it and eventually take it into my mouth.

"Jesus, Johnson, what's that hottie doing to you?" one of the others asked as I began bobbing up and down on his shaft. I couldn't see them, but heard them also put down what they were carrying and move closer to us. After a few moments, they began cheering me on as I sucked off their colleague, and out of the corner of one eye I was able to see that both men had now pulled out their cocks and were stroking them as they watched me.

After moaning and grunting his pleasure, Johnson finally spoke. "God, yes, Bethany, that's so hot. I want to fuck your tight little pussy, would you like that?"

I climbed up off my knees and responded by pulling my sundress up and over my head, tossing it aside and revealing my bra and panties - luckily, I'd managed to match that day! I'm sure I was quite a sight. The three hot firefighters, in full uniform with their hard cocks jutting out from their pants, watched as I stood before them, nearly naked, and tugged at the pencil which had been serving to keep my long red hair in a tight bun. Now free, my hair cascaded down past my shoulders, bouncing as it hit my back and just reached my round, lace-clad tits.

Johnson found a chair, sat down, and motioned for me to come to him. He turned me away from him and began stroking and kneading my ass with both hands, gradually slipping my panties to one side and reaching for my pussy lips. Once there, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, pulling me close for just long enough to insure that I was wet enough to take his length - but I was more than ready. Placing his hands on my hips, he gently lowered me onto his erect cock, pressing his length into me as I moaned in pleasure.

As soon as we had established a slow and steady rhythm, I found myself presented with the two other cocks in the room, and I began stroking them, alternating between hand and mouth on each man's shaft. I was so incredibly turned on - never before had I been with even two men at once, not to mention three, and certainly not men in uniform, an ultimate fantasy of mine. I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care - Johnson was now pounding my pussy fast and furious as the other two men took turns thrusting as deep as they could into my throat.

Shocked as the words came out of my mouth, I took a break from sucking cock long enough to look up at the two of them and ask, "So, which of you big, strong men would like to fuck my tight little ass?"

Smith responded first, and as Johnson chuckled at my transformation from worker bee to nasty slut, we shifted positions. Smith grabbed some pillows from the sofa at the far end of the office and tossed them to the floor. Bradley took the bottom position, lying down with his head on the pillows, and I straddled him, taking his shorter but thicker cock into my pussy in one smooth stroke. After a few enthusiastic thrusts, he slowed his motions, allowing Smith to begin pressing into my ass as he knelt behind me.

As I mentioned, this was the first time I had been with more than one man at a time, so obviously it was my first experience with double penetration. The feeling of fullness was insanely pleasurable, and as soon as I had relaxed enough to get past the initial pain in my virgin ass, I was in heaven.

Meanwhile, Johnson had been watching all of this with a giant grin on his face, stroking his cock as he stood above our three writhing bodies. I caught his eye and licked my lips as I watched his hand on his long, hard shaft. He took the hint, and knelt down next to me so that I could once again take him into my mouth. As the two other men pounded me with all they had, I struggled to keep contact with the huge cock in my mouth, taking as much length as I could.

At that moment, I was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. The sensations were more than anything I had ever felt - the turn-on of the men still in uniform, fucking each of my holes simultaneously - pushed me so far over the edge that I screamed out uncontrollably as all three men continued to thrust into me relentlessly.

When I had finally recovered from the heights of my pleasure, I knew there was one more favor I could do these men that should seal the deal. "I want you to cum on me, do you understand? I want to taste your cum on my tongue, I want to feel it dripping down my chin onto my tits, I want you to shoot your loads all over me."

Smith pulled out of me, allowing me to climb up off of Bradley, and as I positioned myself on my knees in front of them, all three men stood before me, stroking their cocks furiously as they each approached orgasm, obviously turned on by my demand that they cum all over me. Smith was first, and I opened my mouth to catch what I could of his cum on my tongue, but most of it dribbled down my chin.

Bradley was next, groaning as he shot his load first into my mouth, and then spattering cum all over my face. Johnson followed almost immediately, aiming for my tits, which I presented to him, cupping one breast in each hand, as he covered them in his sticky cum.

The men pulled themselves together fairly quickly, needing only to 'zip up', while I was left a sticky mess, my whole torso covered in their cum, and my own juices still dripping from my pussy. It was in this context that Johnson brought me back to reality.

"Well, thanks, Bethany - that was incredible. Unfortunately, we'll still have to red card the whole building."

"What???" I was shocked, and suddenly self-conscious, a sticky slut among these three professionals.

"Well, we still have to do our job, and this space is still unsafe. I'm sorry, Bethany. I'll tell you what, though, I'd be happy to come back this weekend, and I'm sure my friends here would too, and help you get these violations worked out. I assume your boss will be gone, and we'll be able to pick up where we left off?"

Smiling, I replied, "Sounds great, guys, see you then!"

The Conference

I slowly pulled open the door to the banquet room, hoping to see an empty seat near the back of the room, so I could slink in, unnoticed. No such luck, I realized as I quietly closed the door behind me and scanned the room. Every row of seats was full except for a few empty chairs at the front of the room, directly in front of the stage. Taking a deep breath and tugging the hem of my dress down as far as it would go, I tip-toed down one of the aisles, set down my purse next to an empty seat, and sat down, crossing my legs as quickly as possible. Did I mention how short my dress was? As I sat down, it rode up to my upper thigh, and I was terribly self-conscious that someone nearby would notice I wasn't wearing any panties.

I struggled to focus on the speaker on stage, who looked oddly familiar, but my mind kept wandering. First, because I'd had a little too much to drink the night before, and had a terrible headache. But also because I was still shocked at my own behavior, that I'd been willing to go back to a strange man's room and engage in the wildest sex of my young life. I didn't even know his name, for god's sake.

I had awakened, late, this morning in his hotel room, couldn't find my panties, and had rushed downstairs so as not to miss what was left of the keynote speech. After all, that was why I was in town - not for nights of drinking and wild sex, but to attend the first major conference of my young professional career. But here I sat, flushed with embarrassment, pantiless, and sore from being ridden for what must have been hours last night. And I was still puzzled, this man on the stage looked so familiar. Where had I seen him before?

But let me back up. I should introduce myself before going any further with this story. My name's Trinity. I'm a 24-year-old professional who has moved up the ranks quickly since getting my first job right after graduation. I had jumped at the opportunity to attend this conference, knowing that it was a great opportunity to make connections, and to let my superiors know I'm serious about my work.

I'm an attractive and confident young woman - I'd describe myself as petite, just 5'4" and delicate, but with big beautiful brown eyes and wavy deep brown hair to match, and my boyfriend tells me my bouncy tits are my best feature. We're actually quite seriously involved, which leaves me feeling even more shocked at my behavior.

Anyway, I had spent the day before, the first day of the conference, making my way to various panel discussions and poster presentations, and finally wound through the expo hall, collecting a seemingly endless stack of business cards and vendor pamphlets. Throughout the day, I dutifully shook hands and introduced myself to dozens upon dozens of colleagues who might be future business partners, realizing that I never knew which connection would be the critical one. I also learned, eavesdropping on various conversations, that the bar around the corner from the hotel was the place to be that evening.

Not wanting to miss a beat, I followed the crowd after the conference sessions closed for the day, and found myself at the bar nursing a glass of white wine. I was still wearing my conference nametag ('Hello, my name is Trinity') and many a young businessman came up to me, asking if they could buy me a drink and tell me more about their product. After a few nice conversations, and a few less-than-nice approaches from drunk suitors, the bartender gave me a new glass of wine, indicating that it had been ordered by the gentleman at the end of the bar.

I looked over, and saw a handsome, slightly older man smiling back at me. He was probably 40-ish, very well dressed, and with a calm, sophisticated look that led me to think it was reasonable to try a conversation with him. He refused to introduce himself by name, just told me he was a fellow conference attendee who was interested in getting to know me a little better.

He was a suave conversationalist, and before I knew it, we were virtually alone in the bar, he had kept both the wine and the flattery coming my way, and I was feeling a little tipsy. When he invited me back to his room, I eagerly agreed, the word 'no' never even entering my mind. I wasn't drunk, but somehow I had forgotten that I was supposed to be in town on business, forgotten that I had a boyfriend, and was only conscious of the warmth growing between my legs as I followed this handsome, confident man up to his room.

Once inside, he invited me to sit on the bed, while he knelt on the floor beneath me and eased my feet out of my business pumps. As he massaged my tired feet, I let myself fall back onto the bed, completely at his mercy. He began tracing his fingers up my legs, and I could feel my anticipation grow as he reached my inner thighs. Before going to the bar that night, I had gone back to my room to change from my sensible business suit to my 'little black dress' with nothing but lacy black bra and panties underneath, and it wasn't long before he had a hand underneath that dress, reaching up to explore the line of those panties.

I sighed deeply as his hand gently cupped my pussy through the lacy fabric, rubbing gently against my clit. I felt him join me on the bed, and soon his mouth replaced his hand in exploring my sex. As he pushed aside my panties and his tongue touched my clit directly for the first time, I pulled him into a 69 position above me, unzipping his slacks and pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers.

As I began stroking and licking his shaft, he worked my clit expertly with his tongue. As I took more of his length into my mouth, he inserted two fingers slowly but deeply into my pussy. His touch was incredibly gentle, but was also pushing all the right buttons so that I began to writhe beneath him. As he became fully erect, it was all I could do to take most of his length into my mouth before he reached my throat, and I couldn't help but imagine the feeling of fullness of his big, hard cock deep in my pussy.

I had never experienced anything like this with my boyfriend, as this older man kept our 69 going longer than I thought possible. Just when I would approach the brink of orgasm, he would slow down or shift our position slightly, so that the build-up would have to begin again. We kept this going for what seemed like hours, before I finally came, bucking so wildly that he could barely keep his cock in my mouth long enough for me to catch and swallow his cum when he shot his load.

Spent from my powerful orgasm but still wanting more, I relaxed on the bed as this mystery man cleaned his cum from my chin with a warm, damp towel. He unzipped my dress and pulled it off, and also slipped off my panties and bra, so that I was now naked. I reclined again and watched him remove the rest of his clothes as well, tossing everything aside carelessly.

What happened next shocked and delighted me. As gentle as he had been so far that evening, he now scooped me up agressively, pulled me into a passionate embrace, and whispered in my ear how he wanted me to ride his cock until I came, and then he wanted to pound my pussy from behind. I whispered back that I was more than ready for that scenario, and he quickly positioned himself beneath me as I straddled him. I stroked his cock in my hands vigorously, and then once he was hard again, brushed my pussy lips against his shaft several times until neither of us could wait any longer.

In one smooth motion, I easily took his whole length deep inside, moaning as I found myself filled more than ever before. He grabbed my ass firmly and I began moving up and down, gradually faster and faster, squealing with delight as I rode his long, hard cock. It wasn't long before I was again riding wave after wave of pleasure, and when I lost the ability to keep up my motions, he would take over - I was amazed at his stamina.

It was finally time - he pulled me off his pulsing cock and positioned us, doggy style, so that he could pound me from behind as he'd promised. Already a bit sore from our long fuck-session, I was nonetheless longing for the deeper penetration. Just when I thought he might again return to his kindler, gentler style, he thrust into me hard and fast, taking my breath away.

"Do you like that? Do you want more?"

"Oh, god yes, give it to me! Fuck me harder!"

He didn't need any more encouragement than that, and began pounding my pussy mercilessly, the sound of his body slapping against mine only drowned out by my moans, and then by his hand swatting my ass with each stroke. I whimpered for more - and he responded by picking up the pace, still thrusting his complete length in and out of me, but now almost twice as fast as before.

I couldn't think, couldn't do anything but moan and pant with pleasure, as he continued to pound into me for what seemed like hours. I finally lost all control in a powerful orgasm, and not long after, he finally let go with his own as well, shooting a huge load of cum deep into my pussy. We collapsed into the bed, and that's the last I remember before falling asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, and my memory of the night before was fuzzy. Quickly, though, I realized I had slept quite late, at least a half-hour into the keynote speech, and made the somewhat questionable decision to get dressed there and head straight down to the banquet room. Nevermind that I couldn't find my panties. Never mind that my little black dress probably wasn't the most appropriate attire. I didn't want to be any later than I already was.

And, my god, was I sore. Whoever that was, he really knew how to fuck. I don't think I'd ever been ridden that long and hard. And that brings me back to where I started this story. As I struggled to focus on the man speaking on stage in front of me, rather than the wetness between my legs as I remembered my wild night, I suddenly realized why this guy looked so familiar. It was him - Mr. Keynote Speaker was the mystery man who had pounded my pussy and slapped my ass so much the night before that it was hard for me to sit still on my sore bottom as I attempted to listen to his speech.

I felt my cheeks flush red as the speech came to an end and the man came up to me, shaking hands with everyone in between. "So," he said once we were in earshot, "now you know my name."

"Yes."

"Sorry I had to leave you this morning, but I had a few things to do," he said with a laugh, motioning towards the stage. "Oh, hey, Bob, come here," he said to a man passing by. "This is the young woman I was telling you about!"

"Ah, Trinity, nice to meet you," the man said, pretending to look at my nametag as a cover for checking out my tits. "John's told me so much about you."

Shaking his hand, I leaned in and whispered to John that I would be in town for two more nights, and that whatever he had in mind, I was up for it. In the meantime, more people to meet, more conference workshops to attend. Panties or no.