Dirty Little Holidays: Christmas with Hank & Robin

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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.

Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.

With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.

Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.

Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.

The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.

Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.

Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.

Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.

And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.

Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.

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Dirty Little Serials: Blake and Evelyn (One)

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Blake was finally opening up to me, sexually that is. He’d always been a fine talker about his hesitations and unrelenting need to keep an eye on me—something about my beauty and wayward way with sex. I might not have been sourpuss, but I knew how to keep it in my pants when I grew interested in someone special.

And Blake was special: big and sweet and courageous…and maybe a little broken.

But he finally let loose a tidbit about himself. Power made him hungry—not at all an uncommon desire, especially from one of the city’s detectives. And besides, it’s nice to know a lamb can take on a lion from time to time.

I had myself putting away dishes in his kitchen when he busted through the door, armed, and searching for me. His .45 trained at my chest made my knees wobble even though he’d shown me it was empty only a few minutes ago. Still, adrenaline coursed through me.

He treated me like a criminal, so I backed away from the counter, hands in the air, and spouted off a snarky remark as he wrenched my arms behind my back and cuffed me.

And then he shoved me to the floor.

I fell on my side and tried to worm away from him, even though that was just show. His eyes blazed down at me as he caught the waist of my jeans and dragged me back.

“Where do you think you’re off to? I haven’t read you your rights yet.” He tore my jeans partway down my hips as I struggled. “You have the right to remain silent, and I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

My pants moved easily over my round ass since I’d left them unbuttoned for him, and he flipped me onto my stomach. I struggled to gain an inch when his arm encircled my waist and he hoisted my hips up, shoving his cock inside of me. And God it burned and made my core spasm around him. I groaned hoarsely and chanted no softly.

Cold tile met my cheek as he forced my face to the floor by my hair, his hips pumping with steady and vigorous need.

“Everything you say and do will be used against you to make you come.” He slammed home his point as he found the very end of me with the head of his cock, making my thighs shake with pleasure.

I fought it by squeezing and squirming beneath him, but I clamped down on every ridge of his shaft, soaking my inner thighs as an orgasm tore free of me.

Momentarily free and empty, I slumped against the floor before Blake flipped me to my back and harnessed my legs with a fist full of jeans. Pressing my knees to my chest, he loomed above me again.

“How about this time I get a nice scream from you.” Rubbing me with his length and making a damp mess, his movements swirled more and more against my ass.  Blake readied himself for the plunged in for anal, another form of play we hadn’t ventured into yet.

Fiery pleasure burned across my core as his pushed his head through that tight ring before he popped inside me. My legs pushed further back, raised my ass to him, and sharpened his angle of penetration.

Lust consumed his movements as he pumped himself into me, his face reddening and pale eyes glowing. The heady mix of pain and pleasure tore another orgasm from me but not a scream.

Determination took hold of Blake as his thumb found my cleft, ensuring no fall from the ecstasy of my last climax. A renewed and steady chant of no flowed from my lips as another orgasm crested, bleeding into moans, and building to the scream he demanded from me.

My body exploded, light yet burdened with pain and the continual thrusts of my faux attacker, and he came with tight jerking muscles.

Dirty Little Love: Jade and Obsidian

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Dressed as Jade, her green-painted skin glittered a bit under the florescent lights as she walked to the elevator. Obsidian hadn’t met another of the twins at a convention in a long time, and never one that looked as stunning in the outfit as this specimen. Her black tights were see-through, outlining her bottom in such a way that made his cock thicken.

In his own tights, he had to hide it from the rest of the convention. He didn’t want to be banned from future conventions for getting a chubby in his costume. So he followed her to the elevator, slipping inside just before the doors closed, leaving them alone.

Jade smiled at his costume, eyes glittering as she took the whole package in, and her lip crinkled between her teeth when she saw his arousal, only making his cock harden further. Looking away, she blushed and asked, “What floor?”

He couldn’t speak for a moment, adrenaline jumping as he saw her nipples harden under the thin white top of her costume. “I hoped, your floor.”

“I suppose that’s for me then?” She gestured to his hard-on with a flick of her fingers, and he nodded. “Do you have a thing for the twins?”

He nodded again. Perverted, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. She made a stunning version of his character’s twin sister.  Her smile made his cock jerk, and then her hand followed, cupping him through the thick and restricting fabric of his black spanks.

“Me, too. I suppose you can follow me to my room, Brother.”

The doors opened, and she walked out, hips swaying with more exaggeration, thigh high boots helping to frame her phenomenal ass. He followed like a beggar, pressing his throbbing cock against her round bottom as she fumbled with the key card to her room.  Jade arched her back into him, making his hands come down to her hips with a groan.

Her body disappeared from against him as the door opened and she slipped inside. She slipped onto the bed as he closed and locked the door behind them.  Obsidian wanted to pounce on her, tear her costume off and rail her, but he paced himself, standing in front of her, yanking her head back by her green-dyed hair, and shoving his tongue into her mouth.

But Jade wasted no time, yanking down his spanks and wrapping his cock with her hands.

“You’re quick, aren’t you?”

No answer, just her hand stroking him as she moved further onto the bed. He took the invite, grabbing her tights and rolling them down her hips. Fuck, she painted everything underneath green, too.

Jade winked at him, letting him go as she circled her legs with her arms, exposing her green pussy to him. It was everything he thought of when he fantasized about the characters together. Obsidian gripped his cock hard and angled it against her, rubbing his head against her green clit until he elicited soft begging moans for him to fuck her.

His cock, the only part of him not painted, pushed against her entrance, popping through her tight lips and tunneling for the hot wetness at the depths of her. Their moans united in the air between them.

But he wanted more, to be deeper inside of her. Leaning over her, he lifted her hips higher, shoving himself into her with the hard force he imagined a superhero would.  Legs spreading to his elbows, her nails dug into the bare flesh between his gloves and shirt.

“Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you, Jade.”

She arched her back, tightening her around him. “By the Gods, yes, fuck me, Brother. Fuck me like you’re in your shadow form, with your enormous growth.”

It was like a fan-made porn, but he loved it—the way she held onto him as his hips pounded against hers, her grip on him to take as much of him as she could, the curve of her neck as she arched her body under him. He glanced between them, watching his cock disappear into her, the green paint that enveloped everything but her lips. The paint didn’t smear one bit against his hips.

She tightened around him again as her moan echoed off the walls, her cream foaming around his shaft.

“I want you to come on me, Sister.”

Her core fluttered around him, pushing against the forcefulness of his thrusts.

“Do you want me to come inside of you?” He would take it either way; in her green pussy or in her mouth, he didn’t care. He was going to come.

“My mouth. After.” Her moans turned to cries as she came, a hard undulation of her inner muscles, trying harder to push him out, but he kept fucking her until her cries grew silent, her body stiff with pleasure until her muscles gave out and she flopped against the bed, trembling with her orgasms.

Obsidian straddled her, pulling up her white top to fondle her hard nipples. She rewarded him with another sharp, whimpering moan, and came off the bed. Green eyes blinked up at him as she took his cock into her mouth.

The suction of her mouth did him in under a minute, spilling him between her lips with a heady groan and spasming in his back and thighs. Fuck, yes. His core burned with orgasm and relief.

She breathed up at him, mouth open in the weight of her excitement. “You’re not done, are you?”

He’d be daydreaming about this every time he read the comics or put on the costume.

Dirty Little Couples–Shanna and Chastain

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Chastain’s fingers dug into her thighs and spun her up around his hips; he pivoted, walking her to their kitchen and setting her on the counter beside the fridge.  Her fingers clung to the bare muscles of his shoulders, taking in his scent, his animal pheromones.  Everything inside of her shook as his hands popped the button of her jeans.

How could he still make her feel this way?

Shanna’s nails tore down his chest as her jeans peeled down her hips.  Chastain growled for her, that deep rumbling that could only come from a real animal—a bear.  She stole a glance at his eyes.

Deep chestnut flashed at her, possessive and hungry.

And he popped her up before her bare cheeks dropped against the cold counter.  His growl redoubled as he nuzzled Shanna.  Rough scrapes of his new beard prickled along her jaw and throat, his wide mouth easing the sting on her skin. The fabric of her loose shirt lifted with the sweeping of his hands up her body, his jean-clad cock pressing into her.

Imitating his growl, her nails dug into his ass, forcing him to rub against her.

God, his teeth nipped at her flesh, making her convulse under him.

And then Chastain reached behind her, opening the cupboard and pulling the miniature honey-filled bear out in his hand.  The top flipped open with a flick of his thumb.

Shanna swallowed, chest heaving as he drizzled it along the tops of her breasts, sending a cascade of honey over her hardened nipples.

His thumb caught a dollop and smeared it over her lip before popping it into her mouth.  Sweetness melted across her tongue as she sucked on his thumb, licking the pad with the curve of her tongue.

The grumbling growl of his vibrated against her as his chest met hers, spreading the stickiness between them, and his mouth came down onto hers.

Hot pleasure overwhelmed her, and then his hands were at her hips, pulling her forward to the edge of the counter, against his newly bared cock.

Yes. She’d been waiting for this all day; dreaming about him busting into work and pulling her into an empty office, claiming her on the company letterheads. Not bothering to be quiet because she’d never be able to.

The head of his cock slipped between her folds, just barely entering her.  Chastain’s broad fingers wrapped in her red hair, yanking her head back as his mouth found the smear of honey across her flesh, his cock finding the honey at her center, filling her completely and then some.

God, he was so big. The whole of him, bear-sized even in his human form.

Her fingertips trailed the long slope of his spine, over his round ass and hips as he thrust into her, as his mouth dissolved the honey coating her right breast.

Heat ricochet through her body, tightening and twisting her insides.

Moans gushed from her as he pulled her knees up, sharpening the angle of her core around him so that he could penetrate her more deeply. He knew how to play her body with expertise, rubbing that knot of pleasure inside of her until she popped.

Towering over her again, his body flexed and rolled, calling to her like a search light in the haze.  She leaned into him, tongue peeking out tentatively to capture some of the honey still smeared across his chest.  Her mouth skated over his skin, teeth finding his nipple.

His inhuman groan rattled the livewire inside of her.

Chastain always seemed on the brink of transformation, like she drew the animal out of him or barely kept him at bay.

One of these days she’d break him loose, and he’d make her like him.

Her thighs spread wider; trembling in preparation, ready to come at his command.

God, the jerk of his cock meant soon.  She whimpered in submission as he whispered the command into her ear, heavy across her skin, restricting around her until she burst, clamping and grabbing him as he worked through her, ravaging her pleasure.

His final burst inside of her flung her against him, barely able to breathe.

Shanna stroked her back.  The residue between them a promise for more. His fingers reaffirming her thoughts.

Dirty Little Couples–Chet & Beatrice

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Beatrice leaned over the sink in the guest bathroom.  An over-the-top dinner party churned in the large dinning and living rooms just across the hall.  She’d walked up behind her husband as he spoke with his boss and whispered in his ear. “Bathroom, ten minutes.”  Her hand swiped down and grabbed a handful of his ass before she’d slipped away.

Now, she waited. He had less than a minute to meet the deadline, and she’d dismissed three party guests from entering already.  She touched up her lip-gloss in the mirror as a knock reverberated softly through the oversized bathroom.

“Pineapple,” she called—their code word.

The door clicked open and closed again before she saw Chet’s dark blue suit in the mirror, his hands as they appeared on her hips over her simple black dress.  His icy blue eyes looked at her reflection as he kissed the side of her neck.

A smile filled out her features as warmth bloomed down her belly.  Her dress gathered in his hands as the hem inched its way up her thighs.  Beatrice smoothed her gloss and put her applicator back in her clutch on the counter, gasping as her husband shoved his trouser-covered-erection against her bare ass cheeks.

“Let’s just get these out of the way, darling.”  Her panties dropped down her thighs to a tiny puddle of cloth around her feet before Chet bent, gathered them in his large hand, and hid them away in his jacket pocket.

Moisture gathered between her thighs as his hands found her bare legs, just above her knees, where he lifted her onto the edge of the counter.  The cold of the marble burned her knees and rose up into that triangle between them.

Heat combated the cold as her husband bent and drew his tongue over her folds. Her hands found the mirror, and she arched her back, lifting her hips and butt, and Chet rewarded her with another slow, wide swipe from his tongue.  Beatrice’s nipples hardened against the loose fabric of her dress as the tip of his tongue broke the seal of her folds completely.

“Spread them wider for me, give me access.”  His warm hands found her waist and pushed her lower, spreading her legs so that barely an inch separated her sex form the marble counter.

Tightness gathered in her limbs, and she couldn’t be sure how long she could keep this way.  But her compliance rewarded her with the fat head of his cock and his soft groan as he worked his way inside of her.

Beatrice tried to relax for him, but his sharp thrusts made her body ripple.  He filled her so completely and then some.  She could barely breathe through the pleasure, her body shaking until the moment he’d buried himself completely inside of her.  A low moan ripped form her as her body convulsed around him, drenching them both in the wetness of her first orgasm.

Chet’s hand appeared on the mirror beside hers, his other gripping her, holding her steady as rammed his hips against hers, hitting the very end of her with each stroke. The bouncing of their movements warmed the muscles in her thighs and hips so that she could roll herself with him, over him, sharpening the angles of her penetration.

His hips slowed as hers gained momentum, and she watched him lean back to watch her ass bounce.  When his gaze met hers in the mirror, the wanton heat behind the ice in his eyes made her crazy, sent her hips in circles.  And his gaze fell, back to watching her move.

“Yes, sweetheart, ride me.”

Chet’s cock jerked inside her to show her his approval.  His hand smoothed up her body under her dress, fingertips across her stomach, over her ribs, cupping the underside of her breast. Rolling his thumb over her nipple sent a shudder through her and renewed her attentions to the way cock opened and filled her, stretching with each rotation.  Beatrice’s orgasm built again, making her hungry for his.

A large hand cupped her throat, not squeezing, but controlling and stabilizing her.  Chet drew her back from the mirror, sharpening the curve of her back.  His mouth appeared at her ear as he thrust into with renewed.  “Come on me, make me come with you.”

A jangle of the doorknob vibrated a low moan from her chest. She gulped, twice, before she hoarsely called, “Occupied.”

Beatrice couldn’t keep her moans in any longer with her husband pounding his hips against her ass as he was, his head scraping and striking at her womb.  The intense pleasure shook her, but she held on as long as she could, squeezing and squeezing.

“Take me with you,” Chet ground out in her ear again.

And she obeyed. With a great convulsion, she clamped down around her husband, milking him as his rush of pleasure filled her.

She collapsed against the mirror; Chet’s hands roamed her body once more, moving downwards as he ground himself against her.  His smile spread across her shoulder before he laid down a kiss and eased her aching legs down and her feet to the floor.  Her dress lowered around their joining.  Still filled with him, she gasped, the tendrils of her orgasms latched onto her.

Husky and deep, her husband’s voice caressed her along with the ghost of their pleasure.  “Brilliant as always, sweetheart.”