ANGEL & NAUGHTY: DINNER
An Explicit Erotic Short Story
Todd was trying to set me up with his wife's little sister, Loretta. Funny, since I fuck his wife Lisa regularly up her ultra-sexy ass, since she eats my cum and worships my dick like an idol. But I had seen pictures of Loretta. She was something like nineteen years old, had just moved back home after dropping out of an East Coast school somewhere. And after agreeing to the double date, I met up with everyone at Manny's (always a half an hour late for spectacle's sake).
My heart jumped in my throat.
The thought of fucking Lisa's younger sister appealed to me greatly—especially after all the delicious fuck-nasty things I had done to Lisa—but in person, Loretta was just as gorgeous as her sister—dark Italian skin, smoky brown eyes and a body that slinked perfectly under her backless red dress. The kind of girl that guys line up for at the club, a bitchy fashionista who knows she's as fine as she is. Her dark brown hair was pinned beneath a black designer conductor hat (I had always loved women in hats), and under the dim lighting in the bar and grill she was mysterious and sultry, with tits larger than Lisa's (easily a C cup), and an ass just as round and blood-curdling.
I had just slapped Todd on the back and smiled devilishly at Lisa—who looked enchanting in her usual classy black, with her hair down, her bangs flirting just above her eyes—and was giving the adulterous a thorough, devastating eye fuck, when Loretta nestled up next to me in the booth.
"It's so nice to finally meet you," she said, scooting closer. "Lisa talks about you all the time. I feel like we should have met earlier." She turned to her sister and feigned shock, "He's hot," she mouthed.
I looked at Todd. "Yeah, well, Todd's been hiding you beauties from me. Seems he's threatened by my charm." I kissed her hand. "You're more gorgeous in person, and the pleasure is certainly all mine. What are we drinking?"
Seemingly Lisa had told her something about me, because Loretta teased and flirted all night. And if there's one thing that turns a girl onto a guy more than anything, it is the fact that
another
girl wants him. Lisa, my dark haired beauty, with those beautiful sea-green eyes and her supple tan skin, that warm, dick-killing ass of hers, was married, to my best friend no less; but the chemistry we had was undeniable. Every time I saw her I wanted to grab her by her chocolate hair, bend her over anything in sight and fuck that dessert pussy and that tan fat ass, grope those stunning fat tits and stuff cock in that glamorous mouth. I wanted every inch of her covered in me, to rub every pore of her skin with my cock. And throughout the evening, every time Lisa and I made eye contact I could tell: she was mine. I'm not being cocky, just honest; this is true. I had blown my load down Lisa's ass and mouth more times than I can remember. We had the sexual appetites of demons, and I just ached to have her again tonight.
But Loretta was the vision sitting next to me, just as beautiful and even younger. And halfway through the evening, a bottle and a half of cabernet later, Loretta began rubbing my thigh under the table. I glanced over to her, and she smiled softly. Then, ever so gently, the sexy vixen bit her red lip, letting it slide slowly through her teeth.
Lisa must have told Loretta something delicious and nasty, prompting for her forwardness; because, she was asking for it.
Calmly, I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a pen, and using the restaurant's napkin wrote plainly and directly: "I am going to fuck you. Tonight."
I slid the napkin over to her, gave her a "whatta think of that?" glare as she read, and then resumed my bullshit conversation with Todd. She obviously enjoyed what she read, for her hand eased down from my leg to my crouch.
Through my pants, she stroked the top of my cock, which throbbed, semi-hard, against the seam of my fly. It was hard to concentrate, listening to Todd go on and on about hedge funds and work. Delicately, Loretta slid the napkin back to me. I glanced at it, and a sardonic smile crept across my face. My cock coursed. The napkin read, in cute bubblegum script: "NO. You're going to FUCK us BOTH."
"Both" was underlined twice.
I pocketed the napkin and glanced at Lisa. Her eyes almost immediately met mine. She seemed to sense what Loretta and I were secretly discussing, because her lush lips hinted at a graceful, plotting smile.
With Loretta's dick massage, and the fresh thoughts of these two spectacularly gorgeous ladies at my disposal for the evening, a hedonistic primalism set in—my cock was going to explode.
I couldn't help it—all at once, I put my hands under the table drape, and eased them along both Lisa's and Loretta's legs—Lisa on my left, Loretta, my right. I groped inward, towards the inside of their upper thighs. I could feel the heat from their pussies. Loretta was sopping, and I eagerly tore up her tight red dress, yanking her panties to the side with my fingers. I pressed my thumb hard against her clit and jabbed my thick middle finger into her. On my left, Lisa—always the sexual goddess, even with her oblivious husband there—slowly arched her back, subtly hiking her black dress up and easing her legs open (she wasn't even wearing panties), all the while maintaining some semblance of interest in what Todd was saying. Luckily, the tablecloth had a dramatic overhang, and all the action under the table was strictly hidden.
I rudely shoved two fingers in Loretta, my thumb gyrating over her clit. Hard, not gentle at all—if she wanted it, she was getting it. But with Lisa, I grazed her pussy lips teasingly. I watched her close her eyes and open her legs wider, casually reaching her hand down, under her lap napkin (which she adjusted ever so smoothly). She laced her fingers over my hand. So tender, so beautiful.
All the while they controlled themselves like perfectly respectable ladies, fucking as much of my hands as they could—Loretta's grip going madhouse over my cock. Once, Loretta nearly moaned—me punching my fingers up the slit of the young kitten—but I sharply spoke over her, asking Todd about his portfolio and his recommended picks. Whatever, just to keep him talking. And after he started ranting, I shoved into Loretta even harder, with a third finger (all the while massaging Lisa's butterscotch pussy with a lilting caress).
Needless to say, I couldn't wait to get out of there, book a room and do all the nastiest things imaginable to these classy dark-haired beauties. I remember getting partially upset that I hadn't brought my video camera.
Finally, Todd came to the end of his long, rambling story. He started to get up. "This wine is running right through me," he said. "I'll be right back."
"Another bottle?" I asked. His wife squeezed my hand deeper with her thighs.
He rubbed his stomach. "I think I'm a bit done in, truth be told."
"Fucking lightweight," I said.
He scoffed: "Alcoholic."
When he finally turned to leave, my stomach turned with excitement. As soon as he was out of sight I wrapped my arm around his wife's neck and kissed her deeply. Loretta, like a good little sister, ravenously unzipped my pants, digging for my cock. The bitch was fast, and when her air-cooled hand yanked me free, all night inches sprang at once. Loretta groaned in need, "Oh god Lisa, you were right." She wrapped her fingers around it like a driver appreciating a ferocious engine on a five speed. "It's huge. And so warm. God Lisa, you were right. He's so hot."
While she jabbered on about my fuck tool, I was tonguing every corner of her sister's married mouth, rubbing my palm over her massive tit. I cracked my eye and watched Loretta lick her hand lewdly, lowering it over my cock. She pumped her spit into my cock with a tight fist, never looking away. "Thank god we sat in the back," I thought. For the booth hid this scandalous sight from the main dining room and bar.
Lisa pressed her gorgeous Italian body into mine, throwing herself completely into our kiss. I could smell her French perfume.
I pulled her away.
"You marvelous fuck doll. You miss me, you miss my mouth, my hands?"
She panted: "Yes, god yes."
