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  A Quarter Dirty Dozen Stories

  A Quarter Dirty Dozen Stories

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  A Quarter Dozen Dirty Stories

  Copyright © 2012 by Adrian Black.

  Edited by Sharazade for 1001 Nights Press.

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  Adult Content Warning

  This story contains sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

  The Art Walk

  “We’re bridesmaids,” the girl says, smiling at Evan who is standing in front of a free standing doorframe adorned with a veil, behind which is a dress back covering the whole frame. Down the middle of the dress are a series of small closely spaced buttons.

  “Move the veil and unbutton the dress,” the other bridesmaid says.

  Evan begins to unbutton the dress. “Is this performance art?”

  “It’s more of an installation, with a little performance.”

  “It feels quite erotic; I mean, undoing the dress.”

  The girls smile. As he unbuttons the dress, Evan sees a corset – at least the suggestion of a corset – stretched across the door frame.

  “Unlace it,” the girl says. “Then you step through the door frame.”

  “Is that a metaphor?”

  “If you want it to be.”

  “I’d rather there was a woman wearing this corset.”

  “Use your imagination,” the girl says.

  There are other people in the room looking at other installations and photographs.

  “I’m getting quite turned on,” Evan says, dropping his voice, unlacing the corset.

  “Did you make this?”

  “We both did.”

  The girls are both wearing identical turquoise dresses. They are tall, one with long blonde hair, the other with short dark hair.

  Evan looks from girl to girl. The blonde girl looks at Evan, then at her friend, then at Evan.

  “Come for a drink with us after the Art Walk. Our place. 84 Main. Just down the street. Apartment 4. Eleven. I don’t want to go out dressed as a bridesmaid.”

  “Sure, I’ll pick up some wine. I’ll get some bread and cheese, too.”

  ~ ~ ~

  “That was fun,” Evan says.

  “The Art Walk?”

  “All of it: the exhibitions, the video portraits, your installation.”

  The blonde girl, Sadie, is sitting on the couch opposite Evan in her bridesmaid’s dress. Evan can hear the shower. The other girl.

  “Kim said she was all sweaty,” Sadie says, smiling.

  They’re drinking wine. It’s a large studio apartment at the top of an old building. Very arty. Lots of photos, mini-sculptures, wall hangings, soft lighting.

  Kim comes out of the shower. She’s naked.

  “Sadie, hon, can you put some moisturizer on me, I’m beat.”

  “Kim is very European, all nakedness around the house.”

  Evan looks at Kim’s body in the soft light. Her skin is smooth and white, her legs long, and her breasts full. He feels a stirring.

  “On the bed. Be a dear,” Kim continues.

  “I’ll have to take my dress off, to kneel,” Sadie looks at Evan, “I hope you don’t mind.”

  Evan pours himself some more wine. “Not at all.”

  Sadie unzips her dress and lets it drop to the floor. She’s wearing lacy panties and a lacy bra. Evan swallows.

  Kim puts on some music, ambient and instrumental. She turns off one light and throws a light red scarf over the lampshade next to the bed, so the light is even softer, just a red glow. She lies on the bed. Sadie kneels and begins to rub moisturizer into Kim’s back.

  “Mmmmmm, that’s nice.”

  Evan watches. He feels his cock begin to stir. He takes the moisturizer from the bed and squeezes some into his hands, and slowly but firmly begins to massage Sadie’s shoulders.

  “Niice,” Sadie says softly. She’s beginning to moisturize Kim’s thighs and calves. Evan continues to massage Sadie, working her muscles firmly. He undoes Sadie’s bra and works her breasts from behind. Sadie’s nipples are hard and Evan hears her gasp slightly. She’s massaging Kim’s buttocks, slipping her hands between Kim’s legs.

  “That’s good,” Kim says. “Get the rabbit and some lube.”

  Sadie gets up and gets the dildo and lube from the bedside drawer. Evan takes off his T-shirt and pants and holds his cock. He’s feeling very excited. Kim turns over and looks at Sadie, then at Evan. She opens her legs.

  “Lube my pussy, Evan.”

  Sadie gives the lube to Evan and he squeezes some onto his fingers, then kneels down and begins to gently work Kim’s clit, first with his fingers and then with his tongue.

  “Good,” Kim thrusts herself up a little and opens her legs wider. “Yeah, that’s good.”

  Evan hears the motor of the rabbit start up and then the shaft of it gently stroking his inner thighs, then his balls. It feels good, and his cock is getting rock hard, his balls beginning to move slightly.

  “Oh yeah, that’s good. Yes. I’m going to come. Keep licking. Keeep licking. Yeah!”

  Kim thrusts into Evan’s face and he feels her legs tremble.

  “Agghhh,” Kim groans.

  “Sexy! I want to sit on your face, Evan,” Sadie says. “I want you to lick me till I come. I got really worked up there.”

  Kim is kneeling and gasping, she takes the rabbit from Sadie and lubes it up. Evan is on his back and Sadie wiggles herself onto his face and he begins to lick. Her pussy is very wet. Evan licks and tickles her ass.

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah, this is definitely going to work, keep doing that. Just like that.”

  Kim is behind Sadie. Evan can hear the motor of the rabbit slowly whirring. Kim squirts some lube on Evan’s cock and begins to slowly work it.

  “Lift your legs up Evan.”

  Evan lifts his legs. Kim slowly works his cock and uses the rabbit to stimulate his balls. Evan groans slightly. Sadie is gasping and clutching Evan’s shoulders.

  “Keep licking her, Evan, she’s going to come, and when she comes you’re going to come like a wild man.”

  Evan feels the tip of the rabbit on his asshole, vibrating and rotating.

  “Relax, Evan, relax.”

  Evan relaxes. He’s trying to focus on Sadie’s pussy, but he’s being distracted by the rabbit that Kim is slowly working into his ass.

  Kim is working his cock slightly faster and Evan knows that soon it’s going to begin to happen.

  “Yeah, you can take it, Evan, it’s going in. There. Now, let’s get it going.”

  Evan is feeling a sensation somewhere between pain and orgasm. Kim changes the setting and the rabbit begins to powerfully twist in his ass, as Kim works it further in. Sadie is beginning to come, pulling at Evan’s hair as she groans and thr
usts.

  “She’s coming, Evan, she’s coming. She’s a sexy little girl when she comes. Now you’re going to come. Come on, Evan, come on.” Kim says this through gritted teeth. She is working his cock hard, driving the rabbit into his ass. Sadie sighs, gets off Evan, and turns round to face Evan’s cock.

  “Come in my face, Evan,” Sadie says.

  “Agghhh, aghhhh,” Evan gasps, opening lifting his legs. He thinks he’s going to shit himself, but it’s the beginning of his orgasm.

  “God, look at his cock,” Kim says. “Come, Evan, come.”

  “Agghhhhhh,” Evan gasps and he feels the first powerful spurt. He bangs his palms on the bed, groaning and shaking his head from side to side, spurting hard.

  “Oh my god, yes, shoot, come on, Evan, in my face.” Sadie leans forward as Evan’s semen spurts into her face, the rabbit motor whirring in his ass. He feels a final spurt and his asshole contracts on the rabbit so hard that Kim can’t move it.

  “Oh, yes,” Kim says, “that was sexy.” She eases the rabbit from Evan’s ass and he lets out a sigh of relief.

  “Fuck, I have never come like that.”

  Sadie is laughing, her face covered in cum. “I’ll be back in a moment,” she says.

  Kim is stroking Evan’s cock and it begins to harden. “You’ve got more?” Kim looks down at Evan, her eyes wide. She’s impressed.

  Evan nods.

  Sadie comes back to the bed and flops down next to Evan. “Now what?” she says.

  “He’s got more,” Kim says, pulling on Evan’s cock.

  “What do you think he’s going to do with it?” Sadie says.

  “First,” Evan says, “I’m going to have a pee, and when I come back I want to see both those little bridesmaids’ asses up in the air, lubed and ready.

  Kim kisses Sadie, slowly. “Do you think we can do that?”

  “I think so,” Kim says reaching for the lube and rubbing into her ass before passing it to Sadie.

  As Evan finishes peeing, her hears the girls giggling. Evan washes his hands, looks at himself in the mirror, looks down at his cock, which is upright again, the head glistening, his foreskin back, his balls tight.

  Evan swallows as he enters the room pulling on his cock, “OK, bridesmaids, hold on, here I come.”

  * * *

  Naleidi

  I’m at my desk reading through a thesis in my small apartment in the graduate dorm where, by dint of a messy divorce, I’ve been forced to sequester myself as an RA while I rent out my house until I can regain some financial solvency. Outside the rain is pouring down in the dark, and I hear the thunder rumble to the west. Pausing to underline a particularly clumsy sentence, I hear the shuffle of feet outside my door and I sense the presence of a visitor. I get up from my desk, cough gently, walk over to the door, open it, and there is Naleidi.

  “It’s really raining, like the rainy season back home,” Naleidi says.

  She’s standing in the corridor and I usher her in. She’s full in an African way, very beautiful, dressed traditionally in a colorful floor length wrap. She walks in with an air of grace and dignity. This is the first time she’s been to my room, though we are friends. She knows that I’m interested in our mutual friend, the Greek Ph.D. student, Chloe. I wonder if this is a visit to assess my potential as a suitor for Chloe.

  Naleidi sweeps into the room and takes it all in, the Balinese masks on the walls, the charts, other pictures from my various travels.

  “A drink?” I offer.

  “Why not?” She has an aroma that is unmistakable, something I can detect from beneath her perfume. There’s a raw, animal quality to it that speaks directly to my libido. I had never really thought about Naleidi sexually before, though I have always been in awe of her facial beauty and superior bearing. But now, in my room, swathed in tight cotton, her full buttocks and breasts are having an effect on me.

  “Are you busy?” Naleidi asks.

  I turn. “Not really. I was making myself busy, reading a thesis. I don’t really have to. It’s nice to have a break,” I smile, and turn back to finish mixing the glasses.

  Naleidi is looking out at the rain beating on the empty parking lot outside. “It’s nice that it’s so quiet,” she says, “but soon they will be back – the students. Chloe, too.”

  Now I think we’re reaching a change point.

  I walk into the kitchen and mix our gin and tonics. I make them strong. I can smell Naleidi’s fresh skin and her underlying animal scent. It’s an erotic mix, the alluring and the animal. I feel the charge.

  She takes the drink and smiles. “Music,” she says, “I know you like music. Put something on.”

  I walk over to my CD rack, find some Sunny Ade and put it on. The West African rhythm lightens the room and I’m reminded of my travels. I move my shoulders in backward circling movements as I was shown.

  “Ha! You move like an African,” Naleidi says, moving her own shoulders to the rhythm. “You know, I’ve never been attracted to a white man before.”

  I look at her and she smiles, dropping her forehead and staring at me. I wait.

  “But,” she says.

  I breathe in slowly – expectant.

  “Your friend Martin, though … he’s a very attractive man. What?” Naledi adds, looking at me. “Oh, you thought …” Naleidi laughs, “you thought I was going to say … ” She lifts her glass, “Cheers,” she says, and we both laugh.

  We dance and I turn up the volume. Outside there is a crash of thunder and Naleidi hoots with joy. “Someone is angry!”

  I take her glass and mix us both another drink. Naleidi has one hand on her hip and she is circling it slowly. Her buttocks are full and round and I feel a twinge of desire. She is looking at me, sweating slightly and her bosom is rising and falling with the effort of dancing. I sidle alongside and we circle our hips together; then I move behind her and hold her hips and we continue to circle to the rhythm. I keep her buttocks at a respectful distance, but she begins to reverse towards me and soon is grinding against my groin.

  “I feel someone waking up,” Naleidi says.

  I swallow. She’d mentioned Martin, my good friend, but now, two gin and tonics in, with Naleidi grinding herself against me, I want her. I hold her hips and move my groin so my cock can stand up. I press against her and she circles more. We dance and move and I steer her towards the couch.

  “No,” Naleidi says, “Take me to your bed. I’m a woman.”

  We are both excited, but Naleidi has such beauty and such a regal bearing that I pause temporarily to take her all in.

  “What are you doing, man? Take your clothes off.”

  I unbutton my shirt, slip it off, then undo my belt, unbutton my pants, and let them fall.

  “So white! But that is impressive. So it’s not true!”

  “What they say about white cocks?”

  Naleidi grabs my shaft and squeezes, hard. “That will fill me,” she says, pulling me close. The music is still playing and Naleidi is sashaying back towards the bed. When she reaches it, she falls backwards, pulling me with her.

  “Ouch!” I say, and she lets go and we start kissing. Naleidi’s lips are large and hungry. We are both panting and I start to wrestle with her wrap, but she intervenes and with one swift movement her legs are parting and I run a hand down her smooth dark inner thigh, then up to her pussy. Her pubic hair is thick and wiry, and her pussy is lusciously wet.

  Naleidi is groaning and massaging my head as I stroke her labia and part them. I find her clit, which is engorged and big. This makes my cock harder, and I begin to want her badly, but instead of entering her I slide down her belly, licking her naval on the way before pausing at her pussy. There is a strong scent, not a bad one, just a sweaty animal scent.

  “What are you doing?” Naleidi says.

  “I’m going to lick you.”

  Naleidi tries to pull me towards her. “No,” she says, “we don’t do that in Africa.”

  “We’re not in Africa,�
�� I say, circling her wet clit, and letting two of my fingers enter her.

  “Put that white cock in me!”

  I lower myself and gently begin to lick her, parting her copious thighs and grabbing her full, round buttocks. I part her labia and work her as skillfully as I can.

  “I’m going to come!” Naleidi says. “Stop! I want that cock. I want it.”

  I pause, but then I plunge back into Naleidi’s pussy, licking and stroking, feeling her tight short hair against my face. She’s clawing me and groaning. As she comes, I slide up my body and glide my cock inside her, right to the hilt. Naleidi grabs my ass and pulls me into her.

  “I came. I came,” Naleidi says, shaking her head.

  I move myself backwards and lift her thighs so I can get my cock as far into he as possible. She is beautifully dark with full breasts, and I start to grind against her pubic bone. I catch a hint of her scent again as I gather speed, then slow down, gather speed then slow down. My balls feel loose, and Naleidi’s hand comes round and cups them. This feels good. I grab one of her breasts and squeeze and she squeezes my balls. I feel my cock begin to strain.

  “I want to fuck you from behind,” I say.

  “Not in my ass!” Naleidi says.

  “No, I just want to see your magnificent ass.”

  I turn Naleidi over and put her on her knees on the edge of the bed. I have never seen an ass so full and round. It’s big, but very sexy. I grab my cock and give myself a few pulls. The bed is high enough for me to almost stand as I enter her.

  “That is a hard cock,” Naleidi says, “a big, hard cock, and my first white cock.”

  “You’re my first African pussy,” I say, guiding my cock in until I feel her wiry pubic hair against her groin again. “Aghhhhhhh, that feels good.” My cock is fully inside her and I feel him swell as I begin to thrust. I spank Naleidi hard on the right buttock and she lets out a yelp.