Fulfilling Fantasies - An Erotic Short Story Collection Page 3

  In her mind Tanya was trying to decide what to do. She had been ignoring his erection for as long as she could, but here he was pointing it at her. What was he trying to say? Was he telling her to go away, that he was ashamed of it? She could leave, but she’d fancied this muscular foreign gentleman since he’d first appeared, nursing him day after day like this had only made her feelings stronger. And today, she’d deliberately not worn a bra or knickers, hoping for a chance to finally see how he felt about her, show off her body to him to see how he reacted. She’d seen him looking down her top when she unnecessarily fluffed up his pillows, her nipples stiffening at the thought of his staring eyes. When she’d seen his erection in the flesh it had taken all of her self-discipline to not just sink her mouth over it and pull him into her throat immediately. She was desperate to taste him, to please him, to swallow his cum, to make him cum on her face if that was what he wanted.

  But that wasn’t what nurses did. So she tried to remain professional, despite her very underhand technique for making him urinate, using it as an excuse to hold his cock, even if only for a moment. She stood up, letting her hand brush against the tip of his bulging member. He gasped and she realised that perhaps he didn’t want her to leave after all. But could she risk it? She thought about just pulling her skirt up there and then, that gaping emptiness inside her pussy being filled by his huge cock. Sitting down and sinking onto it, kissing him as deeply as she could whilst fucking him, entwining their tongues, ripping her blouse open, buttons flying across the room, pushing her breasts into his mouth.

  These thoughts were making her throb with excitement. She began wiping him down with the cloth, helping the soap bubbles disappear, but somehow she found her hand was moving closer and closer to the base of his shaft. She wrapped the flannel around his penis and slid it up and down him a single time. As she pulled down, she pulled back the skin, exposing his the head of his cock completely. She ran her wet fingers round the base of his head, cleaning and wiping, trying to ignore the twitches it was making. She couldn’t stop staring at it though, and found herself cleaning for longer than perhaps she was supposed to.

  She pictured herself walking into the room, stripping in front of him, watching his excitement mount despite his immobility. She thought of striding over to him wearing nothing but high heeled boots, clambering onto the bed and kissing him passionately. She would masturbate above his face, making him watch her fingers slide in and out of her pussy, drawing wetness from inside her, smearing it on his lips with her fingers. She’d lower herself just above his face, low enough for him to smell her but just too far away to reach out and see just how she tasted properly. She’d turn round above him, bottom now by his eyes, cheeks spread, letting him see her tight pink anus, too far away to do anything but stare at. Then she’d draw his cock into her mouth, suck him deep into her, until the base of his penis rested on her lips. She’d suck, lick, bite, tease.

  When he’d grow close to coming she’d stop. She’d turn again, this time lowering her hips down onto his cock, guiding him up inside her. She’d play with her breasts as she’d ride him up and down, all the time staring at him while he wished he could touch her. She’d tug her nipples, draw them up and into her mouth, suck them for him, all the time moving faster and faster. She’d slide a hand down to her clit, wanting to feel it between her fingers. She’d frantically rub it while feeling him inside her. She’d know when he was close, hear him moan, feel him try and move despite the pain. She’d ram her hips down onto him one last time, let her desire to orgasm take control of her, let him feel her pussy contract round him, hold him, pull him in. That would send him over the edge and he’d scream out loud, spurts of hot cum shooting up her, she’d feel it inside her, filling her as his cock would spasm uncontrollably. It would be so perfect.

  She was brought out of her daydream by a moan from her patient. She realised she was still holding his penis, gripping it tightly. Blinking she looked down to see his penis was beginning to twitch and convulse uncontrollably. Suddenly an arc of cum shot from it, flying through the air and landing obscenely on her face. He started apologising, face blushing bright red. Tanya blinked in shock, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand, licking his cum from her lips behind her hand so he couldn’t see. She looked down, his cock was still spurting hot jets of cum, another hit her now open mouth. She swallowed silently then took the clean water and began wiping the cum from him silently, squeezing her hand up and down to eke out the last few drops, ostensibly to clean him but enjoying the gasps she drew from him too. As she squeezed the head between her fingers a few drop was wrung out. She wiped it away before pulling up his pyjama trousers.

  Tanya left the room, carrying the used cloths with her. Edward sighed. He found his eyes drawn back to the clock, trying to work out how many hours before she would return to continue to tend to him once more. Tanya walked along the corridor and slipped into the nearest staff toilet, holding the cloth near her face, breathing in the smell of his cum. She sat on the toilet, skirt around her waist. She began frantically masturbating, hoping she could remain quiet. She ran her fingers over her lips, gathering her wetness before sliding it over her clit. It felt so good she had to bite her lip to stay silent. She moved her other hand down and slipped a finger into herself, imagining it was his cock sliding in and out of her as she toyed with her clitoris. Within moments she felt an orgasm coming, she braced her back against the toilet as without warning she suddenly starting peeing, or so it felt. A liquid squirted out of her just as she came, splashing down into the bowl and letting out a single gasp of pleasure before gaining control of herself.

  The orgasm faded, Tanya stood up and brushed her skirt back down. She flushed, then walked back into the hospital to continue her rounds, wondering if anyone would comment on her bright red cheeks, the taste of his cum still in her mouth as she entered the next private room. Time for another bed bath.

  Reflected Passions

  Louise sat wringing her socks out, watching the water trickle to the ground. This wasn’t the holiday she’d planned. Holidays should be four star hotels, crisp sheets, room service, leisurely strolls in and out of classy boutiques. Holidays shouldn’t be squelching through mud, freezing in the night inside flimsy canvas tents, listening to people snoring less than six feet away.

  When her friends suggested Louise come camping in Scotland, she thought it might be an adventure, something fun. But her two campmates seemed only interested in each other, leaving her to sit in the rain staring into the distance or sit in the tent listening to them have sex. Scotland in August still got very cold at night as well which didn’t help.

  Then the storms came, the field churned into mud, fat droplets the size of your thumb drumming on the roof of the tent, interrupting her sleep. Louise had even had the excruciatingly embarrassing experience of listening to the two of them having anal sex in the sleeping bag next to hers when they thought she was asleep, giggling about how much it hurt. She tried coughing a few times to remind them she was there but they either didn’t hear or didn’t care.

  Wriggling out of her own sleeping bag, she’d made her away across to the toilet and shower block. It was the only warm place on the whole site, as well as the only lit place, a bastion of comfort amongst the hideousness this holiday had become. She spent more time in there now than in the tent. She left the socks on the floor and headed to the toilet block once more.

  Opening the wooden door, Louise walked in and immediately smiled, the heat warming her numbed limbs, the gentle music piping through the sound system was relaxing, Louise seriously considered sleeping in there instead. She sat down in one of the cubicles and dug out her book. The minutes ticked by as she read, all the time wondering how long to leave it before going back to the tent. Would they be finished yet? How much could two people have sex anyway? She found herself yawning as she read, the lack of sleep was starting to tell.

  Dozing slightly, Louise jumped when she heard the block door open and close. Someone
squelched across the floor, their boots clearly caked with mud. Louise realised when she glanced up that she could see the skylights above her head. Not only that, the lights in the block and the darkness outside meant she could see a perfect reflection of the entire toilet block in the glass above her, along with the shower units at the end of the room. She watched the reflection of the woman walking along, before she stepped into a cubicle and closed the door behind her.

  Louise found it impossible to look away as the woman pulled down her trousers, sat down and yawned loudly. Louise watched her as she peed, then continued watching as the woman left to head back to her tent. She wasn’t sure if it had actually happened or if it had been a dream, was she even awake at the minute? She sat slumped against the side of the cubicle, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling. She could even see herself in the glass, staring back from the glass above her. As she half snoozed, lilting melodies filling her ears, the door opened again. This time two people tiptoed in, hand in hand. It was a man and a woman. They looked around them, before both slipping into a cubicle directly opposite Louise.

  She watched as they began kissing each other, the frantic nature of it seemed to suggest either they had just gotten together or had snuck away to do this, away from the prying eyes of their fellow campers. Their passionate embrace sparked something inside Louise. She watched eagerly, hoping they wouldn’t spot her spying on them.

  She found herself becoming aroused by the secrecy, by the fact they thought they were unobserved. Their lust seemed so different to the sex she’d been used to, not that she had much experience. She’d only had one partner in her life and he wasn’t exactly the most exciting of lovers. They’d been together just over a year and had had sex a grand total of twice. The first time he’d lasted a minute, the second time not even that. So all in all, Louise had come to conclusion that sex was perhaps the most pointless thing ever invented. And yet these two, they seemed so desperate for each other, so animal, it was a different thing entirely.

  The man was pulling off his partner’s jacket now, pulling her tee-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he grabbed one of her breasts, pulling it into his mouth, sucking and biting it like she might run away at any moment. In return the woman was dragging the man’s clothes off him. Within moments the two of them were naked in the cubicle, Louise could see the man’s muscular chest, his firm legs, his erect penis sticking aggressively forwards towards her. The woman sank to her knees and his cock disappeared into her mouth, her head touching his stomach as she sucked him all the way into her. Louise heard him make a single guttural groan as she began to slide her mouth along his shaft. She could see so clearly, it was as if she was standing directly over them.

  She watched as soon after the man dragged the woman off him, turning her round, bending her over the toilet. She put her hands out to the wall as he roughly dug his fingers between her legs, groping and feeling his way into her. The noises she made were so different to what Louise was used to hearing, different even from her campmates. This was raw and passionate and she couldn’t stop watching, feeling between her legs begin to moisten.

  When the man pushed his cock up inside the woman, Louise found her own hands beginning to slip inside the waistband of her trousers. She couldn’t see the cock slide up the woman but she heard her calling out.

  “Oh God, that feels so good!” she moaned as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her, holding onto her hips and pulling her back onto him. At the same time Louise was feeling along the cotton of her knickers, running her hand over the bumps of her pussy lips that lay underneath the fabric. As she stared they became more like animals, making noises she had never heard before, deep and angry. Louise found the side of her knickers and hooked her fingers underneath. She ran the tip of her finger into her moist pussy, bringing it out slick, letting the wetness coat her clit, allowing her less friction as she slid her hand over it, back and forth. She kept up the motion in time with the thrusts she was seeing before her.

  The man bent forward, pushing one hand under the woman’s hips, feeling for her clit. He began toying with it.

  “Keep going,” she cried. “Keep going.”

  “I’m going to cum,” he gasped in reply, slowing down fractionally to keep from going over the edge.

  Louise stared at the show with fascination, biting her lip to prevent any noise from reaching them. Her breathing was heavier now, she was rocking slightly on the edge of the seat, allowing one finger up into herself as the heel of her palm kept up the pressure on her clit. The finger was just inside, slipping in and out, coated in her wetness.

  Louise felt herself growing hotter, wishing she wasn’t wearing so much. She was wishing she could take the place of the woman, go over to the cubicle, knock on the door. They’d open it, see her standing there, drag her in. They’d use her for their pleasure, she wanted both of them kissing her neck. She wanted to feel two pairs of hands running over her body. She imagined what it would be like to have him inside her, his rigid cock sliding back and forth whilst the woman’s soft lips and tongue would lick her clit, head being so close to the cock, seeing it going in and out of her.

  Louise pictured this in her mind, closing her eyes now, listening to them as they approached orgasm. She could almost swear she was in there with them, the image was so vivid. His rough hands on her, bringing her back onto him, the woman somehow crouched under her, managing to toy with her clit.

  As she moved her hand swiftly over her clit, she heard them reach the edge.

  “Oh my God,” the woman screamed. “I’m coming.”

  The man didn’t reply, just grunted and thrust one last time up into her, his own orgasm reaching him, spurting his cum far into her pussy as she contracted around him. Louise forced herself to stop masturbating. She was growing close herself but was breathing too heavily now to go unnoticed, particularly as it was now just too quiet over there. She sat perfectly still, waiting for them to leave.

  After what seemed like an age, the man pulled back out and dressed quickly. The woman stood up too and together they left to head back to their tent. Alone now Louise again began touching herself, the sticky wetness beginning to run onto her thighs. She was soon feeling the familiar heat between her legs, desperate now to reach her own orgasm after stopping so reluctantly. She felt her legs begin to tense up, her clit throbbing with pleasure when the door opened again.

  Cursing whoever it was, Louise glanced up at the ceiling, it was the woman from before. She went back to the same cubicle and sat back down. She began weeing and glanced up at the reflection in the ceiling, straight into Louise’s eyes. Louise looked away, embarrassed. She quickly pulled her hand out of herself, flushed the toilet and ran back to the tent, not looking back once.

  She reached the tent and dived inside, realising as she did so that she was also desperate for a wee. She lay in her sleeping bag, holding it in, counting the seconds as they passed, waiting for it to be safe to return to the toilet block. But her clit still throbbed. She glanced across at the other sleeping bags. Her companions were breathing slowly now, presumably fast asleep.

  Louise found her hand back between her legs inside the sleeping bag. The bag raised and lowered slightly as she moved her hand around, not even aware she was doing it. She lay there, fingers slipping inside her again as her clit cried out for attention. Her other hand went down between her legs, squeezing and rubbing her clitoris. She held her breath, trying to ignore the fullness of her bladder, the strong desire to piss still controlling her mind.

  A minute or two passed, Louise moaned as she pushed her fingers in and out of herself. One of her companions stirred, then settled again. Louise waited mere seconds this time before continuing, she was too close and if she didn’t get this over with, her sleeping bag would be soaked. She was frantically desperate to wee now, squeezing her legs together over her hands as her muscles again began to tense up. She felt her toes curling, knew she was close. the heat in her clit began to spread deep insi
de her, up through her body. She couldn’t help it, she cried out, turning her head away from them as she breathed heavily, an orgasm taking over her, racing through her body. She didn’t care who heard her now, letting her fingers slide in and out still, the sopping wetness making its own noises for anyone who might be listening.

  After countless seconds of tensed up sensations, Louise’s body fell back, relaxing into the sleeping bag. Her breathing slowed down gradually as the throbbing in her clit began to slow as well. She found herself squirming slightly, still desperate for a wee, wondering just how long she could last before having to make a run for the toilet block. Her mind was crying out for sleep but she dug herself out of her sleeping bag and ran for the toilets, making it just in time. She sat in the cubicle, not even closing the door in her rush, skirt round her hips and finally let it all out. A gush of piss splashed into the bowl below her, the muscles in her body relaxing at last. She sighed heavily as still it flowed from her. She looked up, straight into the eyes of the woman in the cubicle opposite. She was still there. The woman stood up, walked across to where Louise sat. The woman looked at her, bent down, gave her a single passionate kiss on the lips as she continued peeing then walked away, leaving Louise alone, face deep red with embarrassment as the last few drops fell from her into the toilet bowl.

  Ladies of Lantern House

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