All Chapters of WILD PLEASURE {short stories}: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I don't know what it is. Just a knack, I guess. A special talent. A secret superpower.Take for instance what happened last month. I was on a flight from L.A. after a day of business. It was one of the last flights and the cabin was mostly empty. I was tired. I went back to the head to splash some cold water on my face before landing. As I was walking down the aisle I noticed a girl, looked college-aged, cute, short light brown hair, watching me. She had a curious smile on her face, as if she were about to pull a prank on me and could hardly keep a lid on it. Knowing my superpower, I couldn't help thinking about what she might be considering, but dismissed it.Silly of me. I was selling myself short.I'm not an ugly guy, but I'm no movie star either; I have a good body, no extra fat, some muscle in the right places, but no one would hire me as a male model. People have said there's something about me that's exciting. I don't know. Sometimes I thinks it's a weird kind of ESP; sometimes

Maybe, after all, I'm a supervillain. "Woman," I said, "Lick my balls."Which she did immediately. Isn't life amazing? Ten minutes ago we were strangers. Actually, we still were. I didn't know her name or anything about her, nor did she know any more about me. If I'd made that last suggestion before, in the passenger compartment, it would have earned me only a slap in the face. But now I was rewarded with a cute, puppyish tongue bath. Erotically it was amateurish: she'd taken me literally and was lapping at my testicles as if they were scoops of ice cream. Is it possible to get an innocent blow job? But the visuals of that pink tongue stretched way out, and the intense concentration on that oh so pretty face almost made me decide to give her a facial. I did notice with pleasure that my cock, sliding on her forehead, had left a streak of fluid in her hair.She had to stop to adjust her dress. "This is making me wet," she said as an apology."Some women, the real aficionados... ""If th

Just when I think that, okay, cool, I've got this superpower that can make women do this and this, and that can get me into this pleasurable situation or that— in other words, just when I think I have my special abilities figured out— I get a big, fat, sliding curve thrown at me and I have to admit I don't know whether I have any superpower at all or I'm just crazy and lucky. I'm thinking now of what happened last week.I was in a hotel bar one evening wasting time. Out on the road on business, as usual. It was a convention town, but I wasn't horny enough to go out and seduce some housewife from Oklahoma who thinks that cock is what you do with a gun. So I sat at the bar and watched a football game on the tube. Some college game. I can't even remember the teams anymore.A guy and his wife sat next to me. He wanted to watch the game and the best seat was mine, smack in front of the screen behind the bar, so I slid down one. The wife went along with him, showing profound boredom that he

She sat up. "Okay, big mouth, I'm going to lay down some rules." She began to unbutton her blouse. "Rule one. Your mouth stays shut while mine is open. Rule two. Every time you open your mouth—" she threw off her blouse, exposing to my delectation a pair of tits a Victoria's Secret model could have turned into a career— "I open more of myself."This looked like a game much more interesting than football. "Chuck," I whispered, breathless when she renewed her service, "You're a fool. Oh, ah. Don't bet, ah, ahhh, what you can't, can't, a-afford to lose," I managed, between intense tongue massages, "You can't afford to lose a woman that likes cock this much. Oohhhhh." Okay, I was playing it up a bit. But can you blame me? In case you haven't noticed yet, I may have a superpower but I'm not a superhero. She smiled up at me. "So good to be tasting delicious cock again." The implication was not lost on me that Mr. and Mrs. Charles Olds hadn't taken pleasure in this particular intimacy in a

I gave her a slow, deep, full body massage, turned her over, and continued on her front."The son of a bitch never does this for me."I played with her pubic hair, massaged her mons."You want to fuck me, don't you? Go ahead, I don't mind.""No."She looked puzzled."Well, yes. But there's something else I want to do with you first. Tell me I can do whatever I want with your body."She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped."Trust me. I'm a total stranger. I just had you give me an outrageous blow job in front of your husband. You're alone in a strange city without a penny or even a stitch of clothing except for panties you should probably through out. Trust me."She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay.""Okay what?""Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name."I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine.