Everything I've Got (Masturbation Monday #243)

This story started with the first couple of lines. Then I let my playfully devious mind run wild and it practically wrote itself. (wicked grin)

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Everything I've Got

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

He really shouldn't have said it.

Come at me with everything you've got, baby.

After all these years, he knew he'd waved a red flag in front of my face. He'd issued an irresistible call to action—giving me a dare I couldn't refuse.

We sat across from each other at an elegantly styled table, making polite conversation at a dinner party we felt obliged to attend. That was probably why he'd thrown down such a bold challenge—to liven up what was sure to be an otherwise dull evening.

The game was simple: I had to get him so worked up that he fucked me on the premises. No waiting until we got home, no finding a convenient spot along the way—right there and then. The prize didn't really matter to me. It was the principle of the whole thing.

He looked at me, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted. He was waiting for me to make my move. I was sure he was imagining a variety of seductive scenarios which were undoubtedly in my repertoire.

The most obvious possibility would involve making a provocative display of eating my dinner. It would be so easy to pick up a thick stalk of asparagus, wrap my lips around the tip, and lavishly suck on it like I would his cock. He might even get off on the other men at the table watching me be such blatant tease—knowing they had absolutely no chance. I was his and his alone.

Of course, I could always lean forward so my low-cut dress revealed more of my large tits. I might even subtly shift the silky material so a plump, pink nipple peeked out. They were already taut from anticipation and impossible to conceal with the flimsy fabric. Others would see that too, something that strictly belonged to him. It might even earn me a spanking later—not that I'd mind.

Maybe he thought I'd do something more surreptitious. I could slip off my heel, move down a bit in my seat, and reach my leg across under the table. Was he expecting to feel my bare foot sliding up his leg at any moment? When my toes reached his cock, would he already be hard? Was he planning to thwart my attempt by pushing my foot aside? Or did he intend to hold it against his crotch and enjoy my efforts?

Any of these options would surely arouse him—if he wasn't already—but I doubted it would be enough to break his steely restraint enough that he'd haul me off to somewhere private and fuck me senseless.

What he couldn't have anticipated was that I had an ace up my sleeve, so to speak.

Ever so casually, I reached into my handbag and retrieved my phone. I held in on my lap so no one else could see it and turned it on. When I opened the app for the nanny cam, I saw exactly what I'd hoped to see.

He didn't think I knew he lusted after our cute, blonde, nineteen-year-old babysitter, but I did. I really didn't mind his occasional lascivious glances, because I knew he'd never do anything about it. However, that didn't mean I couldn't take advantage of that knowledge.

I also knew that the babysitter liked going through my lingerie drawer and trying on my underwear. Her breasts weren't big enough to wear my bras, but every time she was over, I noticed the panties weren't as I'd left them. It was kind of a nuisance washing everything afterwards. I'd taken to hiding the really good stuff somewhere she couldn't find it.

However, that night, I left her a little present, hoping she'd unwittingly help me win a certain bet. Sure enough, there she was, sprawled out on our bed, her hand down inside my prettiest black lace panties, fingering her little pussy. How she thought I wouldn't notice her cunt cream saturating the fine material, I had no clue. But then, I doubted she was thinking too hard right at the moment.

Beside the tempting panties, I'd left a naughty DVD featuring barely legal schoolgirls fucking and sucking much older men. Her taste in porn was purely a guess on my part, but obviously a good one. Or maybe any dirty movie would have worked. I'd placed the nanny cam on top of the TV facing our bed, so I could see her heavy-lidded gaze was glued to whatever was on the screen as she slid her fingers up and down her slit beneath the panties.

I quickly sent him a text:

Check the nanny cam.

He frowned when his phone buzzed, then retrieved it from his pocket. When he read the text, he gave me a questioning look.

I let a slow smile spread across my face.

His eyes narrowed, but he looked back down at his phone. I knew the moment he saw what I wanted him to see. His mouth dropped open a little and an almost inaudible gasp escaped.

Just like always, his arousal triggered my own. I could almost feel the fission in the air as he watched the naughty babysitter playing with herself. Even from across the table, I could feel the heat and intensity radiating off of him. The whole wicked game had me pleasantly moist, but seeing him so turned on, made my inner muscles clench and my cunt flood with liquid desire.

He moved his phone out of sight, but kept watching. I looked back down at my own phone to see the babysitter was furiously frigging herself while tormenting one of her little nipples with her free hand. I really wasn't into girls, but it was a surprisingly hot spectacle—especially knowing he was getting off on it. Suddenly, her head fell back as an orgasm shuddered through her body.

When I looked up, he was staring back at me, his gaze burning through me like cold blue fire.

Shoving his phone in his pocket, he abruptly stood—his suit jacket hiding the erection I knew was there—and said to our host, "I'm sorry, we have to go."

"Already?" she said with a pout.

"Yes, there's a situation with the babysitter."

"Nothing serious, I hope."

"No, she just needs to leave early."

"Oh well, we'll have to do this again soon."

He forced a smile. "Looking forward to it."

Trying not grin, I put my phone in my bag and got up to follow his lead.

With a firm hand on the small of my back, he swiftly ushered me towards the front door. The closer we got to it the more doubts invaded my mind. Were we really leaving? Without him fucking me? Had I lost? Did I overplay my hand?

Just outside the front door, I asked, "Are we going home so you can confront the babysitter and have her suck your cock to make up for her transgressions?"

I'd never approve of any such thing, of course, but that didn't stop me from taunted him with the idea. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.

He pulled me around the side of the house to a dark corner and pushed me up against the brick wall, pinning me there with his body.

"No, I'm going to fuck your nasty slut cunt, right fucking here."

The thrill of victory caused adrenaline to surge through my veins—not to mention the wicked delight his dirty words always inspired. Then all thought vanished when his mouth crashed down on mine.

Kissing him back just as fiercely, I let my purse fall to the ground and attacked his slacks to free his cock.

He yanked up my dress and thrust his hand between my legs, groaning when he felt how drenched I was. "Such a filthy fucking cunt."

Feeling his hard, hot length in my hand made me ache even more. "Your filthy cunt needs your fucking cock."

Clearly just as ravenous, he hitched my leg up onto his hip and got between my legs. He easily tore away my sheer panties, then he pushed deep inside, making me moan with unadulterated hedonism.

I clutched the back of his jacket as he quickly set a demanding pace, fucking me hard and fast. The feel of him moving inside me, hitting all the right spots, rocked my body with intense pleasure. Then he sunk his teeth into my neck and I lost it, biting back a cry as I came all over his cock.

After a few more hard thrusts, he joined me with a series of soft grunts, filling me with his come.

"Okay, you win," he said, his breathing still heavy. "Where are we going on vacation?"

"The beach."

He pulled back to look at me. "But that's where I wanted to go in the first place."

"I don't really care where we go. That wasn't the point."

He smirked. "Then what was? To prove you could win?"

I smiled. "No, that I always give you everything I've got."

Dirty Pillow Talk (Wicked Wednesday #360)

Since I did the whole caught-home-alone-masturbating thing in "Watching Him," I wanted to do something a little different for the Wicked Wednesday"Home Alone" prompt. If you're curious, the porno I reference towards the end of the story is a gem called Desires Within Young Girls. Don't worry, everyone is of legal age.

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Warning: Contains dirty talk with name calling.

Dirty Pillow Talk

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

We were lying side by side, recovering from another passionate romp. Even as my breathing calmed, my body still vibrated with pleasure, my sex and inner thighs slick with the evidence of our desire.

Out of the blue, he asked, "How did you first discover porn?"

Questions like this weren't unusual—for either of us—and it made me smile.

I turned my head and saw him staring back at me. "When I was a kid, my parents bought this small two-bedroom house. It was on a pretty big lot, so they decided to turn it into their dream home. Themselves."

"Wow."

"Yeah, it was in a constant state of construction well into my teen years."

He shifted onto his side facing me, his head propped up by his arm. "Did they ever finish it?"

"No, but that's a whole other story."

"So how does this relate to porn?"

Turning onto my side, I mirrored him. "Well, there was only one bathroom."

He smiled. "Oh, I think I know where this is going."

I nodded. "There was a hole in the wall where a window had been. They boarded it up on the outside and hung a mirror in front of it on the inside."

"Clever."

"One day, I noticed the mirror was askew. When I went to fix it, I saw there was something in the hole. A stack of Playboys. I knew they had to be my father's."

Now he was grinning. "I bet that was a surprise."

"Oh yeah, and educational."

"How so?"

"My parents were both raised Catholic and were virgins when they married. Sex wasn't something that was talked about at all. The closest I had to an actual birds-and-bees talk was when I was little and got caught playing doctor—so to speak—with a little boy up the street."

He snickered. "What did they say?"

"I don't remember much about it, probably because I blocked it out. But I do remember my mom saying, 'You don't want to get pregnant, do you?' Being all of six, I sheepishly said, 'No.' That scared me straight for a long time."

"No more playing doctor?"

"Nope, but I did start masturbating rather young—quite by accident."

"By accident?"

"You know how curious I am."

"Oh yeah."

"Well, I was feeling around my pussy one day and found my clit. I quickly realized how good it felt to touch and rub it. I kept doing it, then I suddenly had my first orgasm. I was hooked and did it as often as I could. Which brought on the second and final humiliating sex talk with my mother."

"This I've got to hear."

"When she walked in on me one day, I jerked my hand out from under the covers and tried pretending I wasn't doing exactly what we both knew I was doing. She said, 'It's not good to touch yourself down there too much,' then left."

"Did you stop masturbating?"

I snorted. "No, I just got better about hiding it."

"So you looked at the Playboys."

"Yes, in very short sessions, so I didn't get caught. And I was always careful about putting everything back the way I found it."

"You didn't masturbate while looking at them?"

"No, I didn't want to risk it."

"But you did masturbate later."

"Oh yes, in bed, at night, in the dark, under the covers. Just me and my wicked imagination."

"What about porno movies? When did you first watch one?"

"Not until much later, but in much the same way."

He raised an eyebrow. "Explain."

"While attending a local college, I lived with my parents. They were away somewhere—I don't remember where or why—and I was home alone, bored, and curious."

"Uh-oh. Always a dangerous combination."

I grinned back at him. "You know me so well."

"What did you do, dirty girl?"

"I don't know what possessed me, really, but I went snooping in my parents' bedroom."

Lightning fast, he reached around and smacked my ass cheek. "Bad girl!"

The stinging pain arrowed straight to my still tender cunt, making my inner muscles tighten deliciously. Just like that, my low-simmering arousal flared into a raging need. I turned onto my stomach and lifted my hips, silently begging for more sweet punishment.

When nothing happened, I actually did beg. "More, please?"

"Let's hear what you found first." But he left his hand resting on my upper thigh—just to taunt me, I was sure.

With a sigh, I relaxed my body, resting my head on my folded arms. "Well, to my ever-loving astonishment, I found a vibrator in my mother's night table drawer—under a book on the Catechism."

He laughed. "You're kidding!"

I rolled my eyes. "How could I ever make that up?"

"Did you use it?"

"Ewwwww!" I slugged his arm. "No! Of course not!"

Chuckling, he held up his hand. "Hey, I had to ask."

"You really didn't."

He put his hand back on my thigh, his fingers sliding between my legs, tantalizingly close to my cunt lips. "What did you do with it then?"

"I put it back just the way I found it and tried to forget I ever saw it."

I tried subtly shifting my hips to force the contact I craved, but he skillfully evaded my efforts.

When I huffed in frustration, he grinned wickedly. "But that wasn't the end of the snooping, was it?"

I grinned back. "Nope. In the corner of the room, they had a TV/VCR setup on a cart with a small cabinet."

"Ah."

"Yes," I hissed as his fingers lightly traced my hypersensitive cunt lips. "The cabinet was filled with pornos."

"And you watched them." The tip of his finger delved between my creamy slit ever so slightly.

"Yes, but not there." I froze, not even daring to breath, hoping beyond hope that he'd keep going.

"Keep talking, or I'll stop."

I groaned. "I knew my parents weren't due home any time soon, but I was too nervous to watch them there. So I grabbed one and took it back to my room."

He clucked tongue and gave my other ass cheek a smack. "Snooping and stealing!"

I moaned at the sensation. "Technically, borrowing, but yes, I was a very naughty girl."

Since his hand was gone, I ground my thighs together, trying to give my aching cunt some relief.

"Oh no you don't." He swiftly pushed me back onto my side, lifted my top leg, and got between my legs so he was straddling the lower one.

As he rested my ankle on his shoulder, he leaned forward and his hard cock grazed my thigh, making me whimper. "Please? I really need to come."

He shook his head. "Let's hear exactly what you did, little slut."

"I got my horny little slut cunt off while watching those dirty movies!"

I was rewarded with just the head of his cock easing inside me. It felt so fucking good, but wasn't nearly enough.

"What kinds of movies?"

"All kinds. Pornos from the 70s that were hot, but hilarious."

He slid a little deeper into my drenched snatch. "Hilarious how?"

Panting at the heavenly feel of his cock filling me, I could barely follow the conversation. "One had a girl getting fucked doggie style in a haystack and she goes into a sneezing fit."

He chuckled, then groaned as he hilted his cock in my cunt. The vibrations nearly made me come, my inner muscles tightening around his cock.

"What else?" he grunted.

"Facial compilations."

"I bet you loved that, didn't you, little come whore?" He slid out, then rammed back in.

"Fuck yes."

"Did you imagine it was you getting doused in thick come while you finger-fucked yourself?"

Intense pleasure rippled throughout my body as he fucked me hard and deep. "Yes!"

"How many times did you get your slut cunt off?"

"Too many times to count."

"Greedy." On the next inward thrust he slapped my ass cheek. "Dirty." Then the other one. "Nasty. Cunt!"

He kept spanking me, alternating cheeks with each thrust. The pleasure-pain combined with the thrill of him calling me such dirty names quickly pushed me over the edge and I came with a strangled cry. Gripping the sheets in my fists, I was so lost in the sensations racking my body that I was only distantly aware of him pulling out and shooting his spunk all over my rosy ass.

That was the end of the dirty pillow talk for a while.

Tangled Up in You (Friday Flash #49)

When I saw the awesome Friday Flash prompt, my mind went on a wild little journey of thought association. The picture reminded me of the iconic Rolling Stones emblem, which made me think of Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone," and that led me to Dylan's "Tangled Up in Blue," which has been on my mind lately. That then morphed into the title "Tangled Up in You."

I wasn't sure what to do with it, though. The story idea that emerged really didn't have anything to do with the title. But then I thought of a way to incorporate it.

Just a little glimpse into the mysterious inner workings of my brain. (wicked grin)

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Tangled Up in You

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

I didn't usually show up at his office unannounced in the middle of the day, so naturally he was suspicious.

Ignoring his questioning look, I closed the door behind me and sauntered over to his desk. "I need your help with something."

His brow rose. "Really."

He knew I was up to something, because I rarely asked for help, even when I needed it.

I walked around his desk, causing him to shift his chair so he was facing me. "I have a very serious decision to make."

My tone must have convinced him. "I'm always happy to help when I can."

I reached into the pocket of my trench coat, pulled out three tubes, and placed them on his desk.

He looked at them, then back at me, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Lipstick? But you never where lipstick."

That was true; I didn't usually. "I thought I'd try something different."

"And you want my opinion?"

"I need to know which shade of red you think would look best on your cock."

He laughed. "Seriously?"

Completely straight-faced, I said, "I'm always serious about sucking your cock."

"Okay." He inspected the three tubes, then handed me one. "This."

Looking at the label on the bottom, I smiled for the first time. "Tangled Up in You. Appropriate."

I pulled a compact from my other pocket and started applying the bright red shade.

"What are you doing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well I have to try it out."

"Now?" He glanced at his office door.

"Don't worry. I locked it."

After putting everything back in my pockets, I untied my coat, shrugged it off, and let it fall to the floor.

Adjusting himself, he took in my naked body. "This might not be a good idea."

I knelt between his legs and freed his already extremely hard cock. "You just have to be very quiet."

He hissed out a breath as I licked up his length and placed a kiss on the drooling head, leaving behind a red lip-print. "You can be quiet, can't you?"

Grabbing a handful of my hair, he urged me closer. "Don't talk with your mouth full."

Eagerly, I wrapped my painted lips around his cock and slowly sucked him deep. When he hit the back of my throat, I relaxed and took more until my nose was buried in his musky pubic hair.

His grip tightening, he groaned low as I set up a steady rhythm, my lips gliding along his shaft. I loved the feel and taste of him on my tongue, so much my cunt ached with desire.

All too soon, he came with several soft grunts, filling my mouth with his salty essence.

Licking my lips, I admired his scarlet-streaked cock. "Yes, that's definitely the color."

Catching me by surprise, he lifted me onto his desk and got between my legs.

"What are you doing?"

He grinned up at me. "Seeing how quiet you can be."

Mmm, I also loved a good challenge.

His Turn (Kink of the Week, Masturbation Monday, & Wicked Wednesday)

Since I used a mirror in "His Eyes Only," I tried to think of a different way to incorporate it for the Kink of the Week theme. I played with this idea before in my story "Restitution," which appears in Best Women's Erotica, Volume 1. The tone of this one is feistier, because I thought it worked for this story—and maybe because I was just in that kind of mood.

This one didn't start with the title, but that came pretty quickly. I thought of the premise and then the first line came to me. As it sometimes happens with me, the ending developed immediately, along with the title. I've learned the hard way to write things down as they occur to me or I lose them, so I wrote a little of the beginning, then jumped to the ending and wrote that very quickly because the scene was already pretty well fleshed out in my mind. Then I went back to the beginning and fleshed that out a little more before filling in the juicy middle. Whatever works, right?

I managed to get a little of the Wicked Wednesday "doppelganger" prompt in there too. And I'm linking it to Masturbation Monday, too, even though it doesn't involve the prompt, unless you count a very brief mention of a book. But hey, it's Monday and it involves masturbation, so I'm going with it.

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His Turn

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

He was trying to make me sweat. Trying to make me worried enough that I'd do anything to get myself out of this mess—even reveal all my secrets.

I certainly wasn't opposed to getting to know each other better, but this wasn't the way to do it. It was like a little boy pulling a girl's pigtails to get her attention.

He knew very well that I had nothing to do with that robbery. The idea that I was a prime suspect because my bookstore was right next door to the jewelry store was absurd. What would I do with a diamond tiara? Now, a rare first edition of Lady Chatterly's Lover…that was another story. But I was no thief.

And yet, there I sat in a police interrogation room, staring at my own reflection in what I knew was a two-way mirror. I could feel him watching me, waiting for me to break and start squirming. He wanted me nice and complaint before he returned and made his move. I may have been the quiet, bookish type, but I could also be quite willful and he was about to learn that the hard way.

My patience was running thin, though. How long had I been waiting there, anyway? I looked at my watch. A fucking hour! Unbelievable.

Okay, fine, if he was going to stay in there watching me, I'd give him something to watch. And maybe even force his hand.

I got up and leisurely walked around the metal table, putting a healthy swing in my hips. Facing the mirror, I boosted myself up onto the tabletop, my legs dangling off the edge. My already short skirt slid up high on my thighs. Supporting myself with one arm, I leaned back a bit, then traced the fingers of my free hand down my neck to the first button on my blouse.

Pausing there, I toyed with the button, giving him a chance to stop me, daring him. When nothing happened, I unbuttoned it, then another, and another, until my blouse was gaping open. I stayed like that for a few pounding heat beats, again wondering if he'd intervene, or if he was enjoying the show too much.

I was uncomfortable looking at my reflection. It made me self-conscious and I couldn't quite meet my own gaze. I found myself looking off to the side, where I imagined he stood watching me. For some strange reason, that spurred me on and made it easier to go even further.

With a flick of the wrist, I unclasped the front of my bra, then pushed aside the lacy cups. My bare tits quivered with each quick breath. I made a big show of sucking a finger deep into my mouth, completely coating it in saliva.

Was he hard yet? Was he rubbing himself through his pants? Or did he already have his cock out, his hand gripping it fiercely while he worked it in long, firm strokes? Was he imagining his dick in my mouth instead of my finger, jerking off while thinking about me sucking him?

The thought of him stroking his cock made my cunt clench and flood with juices. Pressing my thighs together to take the edge off, I brought my wet finger down to my nipples and circled the taut flesh, making it nice and slick.

I did the same with the other nipple, then took it between my fingers and squeezed it—softly at first. As I increased the pressure, pleasure-pain reverberated throughout my body. An answering sensation in my clit forced a low moan from deep in my chest.

Needing more, my horny cunt begging for attention, I spread my legs wide apart, causing my skirt to bunch at my hips. Abandoning my nipples, I reached down and pulled the soaked lace aside, exposing my creamy slit. I was so turned on, I didn't hesitate before delving between the slick folds and gliding my finger over my clit, savoring the decadent feeling.

My gaze drifted over to my reflection. I was so shocked by what I saw I froze for a second. Who was the wanton creature in the mirror? Surely it wasn't me, but some carnal doppelganger. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, her flesh was rosy with arousal, and her chest heaved with excitement.

Of course, I knew it was me. I'd just never seen myself like that before. Looking down, I saw my fingers between my cunt lips on either side of my swollen clit. I masturbated all the time, but this was the first time I'd ever watched myself. It was surprisingly hot.

I resumed circling my clit, occasionally dipping into my drenched cunt hole, gathering more juices. The sight of my fingers sliding over and around my tender nub was transfixing, not to mention the intoxicating sensations rippling through me from my own touch.

Straightening a little, I used my other hand to torment my nipples while I finger-fucked my pussy. With the added stimulation, my pleasure built quickly. My gaze jumped from my cunt, to my tits, to my flushed face, and back again. Remembering that he was behind the glass, observing the same erotic spectacle I was, pushed me over the edge and I came with shuddering cry.

For several long moments, I stayed like that, enjoying the delicious aftershocks, my eyes closed and my head tilted back. As my orgasm ebbed, I looked up to see a lazy smile playing on my lips.

Once more, my gaze shifted to where I knew he still lurked. Did he come too? Was his side of the mirror dripping with his thick spunk? My reflection and I grinned wider at that thought.

After straightening my clothes, I slid down off the table and sauntered over to the mirror. My hands braced on the ledge, I slowly leaned forward and kissed my slutty doppelganger, leaving a trace of lipstick behind.

Then I turned around and leaned against the mirror, waiting—again.

A few moments later, I heard the door unlatching. It eased open and there he was, looking much hotter than he should in my irritated frame of mind. His silver hair was mussed from finger-combing it repeatedly, and he wore charcoal slacks and a blue shirt the same color as his eyes.

I couldn't help smirking when I saw his fly was open.

"You're free to go."

My gaze snapped up to meet his. "Just like that?"

"We made an arrest and recovered the tiara."

I narrowed my eyes. "When?"

His mouth slowly curved into a wicked grin. "Half an hour ago."

Arrogant, fucking…bastard!

Seeing red, I pushed past him and stormed off down the hall, my heels rapping on the linoleum like rapid gunfire.

"What time should I pick you up for dinner?" he called after me.

I flipped him the bird over my shoulder.

He chuckled. "Ah, come on, don't be like that."

I knew I'd surrender eventually, but it was his turn to sweat.