Wednesday, August 06, 2003

Posted 9:49 PM by Roy |
I just submitted the story to Literotica, so we'll see how that does. I really think I'd like to self-publish this thing, if only to just hold it in my hands once.

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

Posted 11:54 PM by Roy |
DC Blue

Chapter 1

Mandy was ready to answer some tough questions. She had never been on TV before, except as background at a campaign rally or two, and here she was – about to hit prime time. Speaking live to the nation about the most intimate of subjects. That had not been part of the plan, but in Washington she learned you had to roll with the punches…

It was January, the capital was buzzing with gossip as the new president was sworn in. A Democrat, after twelve years of Republican chief execs, was hailed by the people who make such pronouncements as a cultural milestone. For Amanda DuClark it meant she could start her job search.

"Everyone calls me Mandy."

The black woman who was Senator Cuthbert's chief of staff made a big show of her disinterest. Mandy tried to grin accommodatingly with her pearly whites, but even crossing her long and tan legs she received no discernible response from the civil servant.

Occasionally the woman mumbled "good" or "okay" as she skimmed through the resume and letters of recommendation procured via "outside work" for her professor. But the strong lines of the woman's face never relaxed, which made the twenty-four year old break into a nervous cold sweat.

As she dropped the resume to the table, the woman looked her eye to eye.

"I'm Claudia."

She already knew this (Claudia Gower was a revered name in California's political circles), but Mandy smiled and shook her hand.

Claudia got up and turned the lock on the door, the faint noise of office work wisping past the solid oak. She spun around and looked at Mandy, folding her arms as she scrutinized the young woman. Her thick red lips puckered as Mandy's stomach nervously churned.

She walked to the desk and leaned over, pretending to look for something. Her generous rear couldn't be held in by much by her miniskirt and the perfectly spherical muscles swayed under Mandy's nose.

"Oh I'm sorry", Claudia said unconvincingly, "I was just double checking your C-V. Great stuff."

"No problem."

Claudia sat on the solid oak desk, its strong black color contrasting nicely with her light brown thighs, inches away from Mandy's face.

"Did you know I went to CalWest State too?"
"I've heard that, somewhere."
"Worked with Professor Gosarian too."
"Cool." Mandy swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat.

"What I also know that you know is that Gosarian never writes recommendations."
"Well…"
"Certainly not extensive ones like this."
"True."

Claudia kicked off her heels, wriggling her gold-painted toes in Mandy's face.

"I got a recommendation too. I was one of those ‘special students' not long ago"

Mandy would have gasped if she had any breath left. Her pussy began to tingle as memories of her college professor and the days he spent insider of her came rushing back.

In a flash, Claudia had pulled her panties down, the black silk stretching from ankle to ankle. Instead of removing them, she lifted her legs into the air, then came down around Mandy's neck creating a perfect circle.

"Eat."

Mandy didn't even consider the words completely as she fell to her knees and thrust her face into Claudia's crotch. She shoved her pink tongue inside, lapping up and down as Claudia pulled at the buttons of her blouse in order to tweak her own nipples. Mandy looked up and began sucking on Claudia's clit, prompting her to tilt up and push her pussy into Mandy's face, now glistening with pussy juice.

Claudia could only purr like a kitten in response, her eyes shut tight as Mandy lapped away at her crotch. She audibly sighed as she felt a finger pierce her vagina, swiftly joined by two more that stroked in and out.

The sensation of being eaten out and finger fucked simultaneously drove her wild and caused her body to stiffen like a board. She curled her bare toes against the ridges of Mandy's shoulder blades, prompting the interviewee to pull up and tug at her blouse. Claudia jammed her fingers in her own pussy as she watched the striptease, enjoying diddling herself but aching for Mandy to continue her work.

Mandy unclasped her bra, fondling her generous breasts for the chief of staff's enjoyment.

"Show me yours."

It pained her to leave her pussy unattended but Claudia took the time to tug her blouse off as she still sat with her legs wide open. The juice from her crotch leaked on to the table, and then dripped down the side.

Claudia's breasts were larger, Mandy observed as she wriggled out of her skirt and panties. In a minute she was on the breasts, her mouth sucking away at the taut nipples while she pulled down Mandy's skirt. The round flesh was warm on her face, but not as hot as Claudia's pussy juice when she thrust her finger back in.

She pumped away furiously as Claudia rubbed her feet against the muscles of Mandy's legs.

Tearing herself away from the nipple, a trail of saliva went from Mandy's bottom lip to the end of the breast. It broke off and fell against Claudia's chest as she spoke.

"You like that?"
"Uh-huh."
"You like it when I fuck your pussy, don't you?"
A sharp intake of breath.
"Yes. Yes."
"Who's a good little slut?"
"I am."
"What happens to good little sluts?"
Hesitation. Mandy's fingers pumped faster into the crotch.
"What. Happens." She asked again, punctuating each period with a hard thrust.
"They get fucked."

Mandy said "that's right", but it was impossible to hear with her mouth back on top and inside Claudia's mound.


Claudia was still naked, her legs dangling over the cum-soaked edge of the oak table.

"So are you a Democrat, or just a mercenary."
As she pulled her clothes on, Mandy replied "it doesn't seem to make much of a difference nowadays, but I'm a Democrat when necessary"

"You had the job either way. This just makes me feel like less of a pushover."

"I bet you say that to all the other girls."

Thursday, July 31, 2003

Posted 11:12 PM by Roy |
The tennis brat gone bad story wasn't working, so I've been doing a project I like to think of as "The West Wing meets Debbie Does Dallas". Basically about a young woman who fucks her way to the top of the Washington pile...

Posted 10:57 PM by Roy |
So far I've decided that I don't want to publish an e-book. As a computer geek, I can't stand them. Nothing better than actual pages in my book.

Posted 10:52 PM by Roy |
It's sort of strange that so much of the erotic fiction genre deals with domination/submission. My work doesn't really have any of that, since its not what really turns me on - and I have a tendency to write stuff that gets *me* off.

Is that selfish? :)

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Posted 1:16 AM by Roy |
I wonder, can anyone tell me the difference between a "porn" novel and an erotic one? I suppose they could be one and the same but my work tends to have story, with very graphic sex scenes (I use "cock", "ass", "ram" quite liberally). Any thoughts?

Friday, July 18, 2003

Posted 10:46 AM by Roy |
I'm back.

Monday, July 29, 2002

Posted 5:56 PM by Roy |
I'm thinking of writing a "sex novel", working on the premise right now.

The ongoing sex romps of a tennis bunny comes to mind. Whaddya think?

Posted 4:58 AM by Roy |
Dinner Date Chapter 2 is now on Literotica. Check it out and gimme some feedback!

Friday, July 26, 2002

Posted 1:49 AM by Roy |
Dinner Date [Chapter 2]

Marci sat on the toilet, staring at the door, her feet bouncing up and down in anticipation. A small trickle of juice had begun to ooze from her pussy, making her panties stick to her increasingly warm crotch. She lifted up her skirt and rubbed the palm of her hand against the silk pink panties. Slowly and deliberately she brushed against it, building her excitement and priming herself for Gwen’s cock.

The cock. Marci closed her eyes and thought about the rigidity of the beautiful thing, how it had felt as Gwen grinded against her. She brought her hand up to her face, smelling her pussy juice on her fingers. She licked her finger, feeling the tartness move past her lips and into her mouth.

Marci had unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled her breasts with the spike-hard nipples out of her bra, the material still cutting into her skin. She put her head down, licking the top of her breasts. She was getting warm, and the air conditioning was weak in the bathroom. Sweat ran down her neck, on to her chest.

She stifled a moan. Looked at the door, down at the white tile floor where her saliva, sweat and pussy juice had begun to collect in a small pool. She pulled her foot out of her high heeled shoe and dipped one of her small pink toes in the delicious mix, streaking as it glided against the ground.

“Mmmmm”

The door swung open violently. It was Gwen, her tall black frame silhouetted by the light above the sink behind her. Her lips curled up in a snarl, her beautiful eyes narrowed and focused on Marci, a heaving pile of pussy dying to be fucked.

“Fucking whore”, she said, closing the door behind her. The click of the door echoed against the walls of the empty restroom.

“You like to fucking touch yourself in nasty bathrooms, whipping your tits out like a cheap little whore?”

Excited at seeing her pissed off girlfriend, Marci had begun rubbing herself harder, her lips parting as she ran her tongue against her pearly white teeth.

“Answer me!”

Gwen bent down, grabbing Marci’s breast and tweaking the nipple with her long red nails. She pushed her face into Marci’s, mashing their lips together. Her tongue rolled around in Marci’s mouth, and she moved in and out creating a seal of saliva between the two of them. Gwen closed her eyes, brimming with excitement that she was finally going to fuck. She’d been thinking about this all day, and her pussy was bristling against the base of her rubber cock. She reached under her skirt and pulled it out, feeling its weight as it bounced up and down. She continued to move in and out against Marci’s mouth as she pulled her panties and skirt down, leaving them as a heap on the floor.

The cock brushed against Marci’s knee, its dark brown color standing in contrast to the pink color of her long muscular leg as she opened her eyes. She moaned again, pulled her hand away from her breast and began stroking the cock.

Gwen pulled away from her, causing a long stream of spit to trail between the two of them, which snapped and trailed down from Marci’s lip to the floor. Gwen grabbed the base of the cock, pulling it out of Marci’s hand.

She leaned against the door of the stall, Marci took her in. Tall and black, the big plastic cock protruding from her crotch, the small hairs of her pussy poking out behind it. She zipped down the bustier, her brown tits round and perfect as they rode high on her chest. Marci noticed the scar under her eye, and made plans to put ice on it later. Right now it just made her hotter, because she knew Gwen was extra rough after a tussle.

“You like that?” Gwen asked.
“Uh huh” Marci replied, her hand now inside her panties, fingers probing the walls of her pussy, thrusting in and out.

Gwen stroked the cock, licked her fingers and made the cock wet and slippery enough that it shone in the light of the bathroom. Marci had completely slipped out of the shoes, her delicate toes arched against the floor as her ass streaked against the porcelain toilet bowl.

“Say it” Gwen growled, feeling her nipples brush against the bustier, causing electricity to rub up and down her spine. Her thick black ass was sweaty and smooth as she pushed it harder against the stall door. She took a deep intake of breath, her chest moving up and down as she looked down at Gwen, now furiously rubbing herself. Gwen arched herself off the toilet, her pussy pushed towards Marci.

“Say it, say you want to suck it”
“I…”
“Say it, bitch!”

A strong slap across her face caused Marci to groan, sit back down on the toilet as her feet came down in the pool of fuck juice underneath her. She repositioned herself and continued rubbing her pussy, panties pulled aside as her snatch began to turn red.

“I want to suck your big black cock. I want you to fuck my face, fuck till I choke.”

Gwen responded by grabbing the back of Marci’s head, making a fist full of the blonde hair. She pulled, making Marci’s face move right up against the cock. Gwen rocked back and forth, causing the veins of the penis to push against Marci’s soft cheek.

Marci opened her mouth, a loud moan escaped. Her crotch was now soaked, sweat and cum covered her legs and dripped on to the toilet and down to the floor.

The cock pushed against her lips, the head passed across her tongue and bumped against the back of her throat. She looked up, her eyes meeting Gwen’s. Gwen grabbed the sides of her head, violently pulling Marci in towards her, pumping her face with her cock.

Gwen was so turned on, watching herself fuck Marci’s pretty model face with her big black cock. She thrust harder and harder, her pussy dribbled down her leg, ass pounding against the door as she pushed in and out.

She pulled out, the cock now covered in saliva. Marci stuck her tongue out, trying to get the cock she was so hungry for back inside her. Letting one hand go, Gwen gave the cock a good long stroke, the spit that coated it oozing through her fingers. She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheek, rubbing the saliva in. Her crotch bucked wildly as a wave of pleasure rode through her. Mindlessly she shoved the cock back in Marci’s mouth. Still totally unaware of what she was doing she pushed the cock deeper, grabbing on to Marci’s sloppy wet tits as she closed her eyes and bucked deeper and deeper.

Marci felt the cock go all the way down her throat, as it clenched in reflex. She grabbed Gwen’s nice black ass and slathered the saliva in against the skin. She moaned as she came again, breathing through her nostrils, staring at the veins of the member going in and out of her before her eyes.

Gwen pulled out, leaning against the wall, panting to recover. Marci quivered and moaned, her legs spread out, the floor now covered in sweat, cum, and spit. Her toes sticking to the floor as the mixture squeezed between them.

Gwen smiled, licked her lips as she saw Marci’s light pink lipstick rubbed out against the cock. She breathed heavily, stroking the cock in her hand.

“You like that honey? You like getting fucked by my big black cock?”
“Uh-huh”, Marci whined. She still ached, rubbing her entire body against the toilet, not aware or caring where she was. She wanted to fuck, she wanted to cum more. Seeing Gwen stroke that big cock, she wanted it inside.

“You want more sweetie? Huh, you whore? You want my cock. Say it.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

Gwen grabbed Marci’s hair again, pulling her up off the toilet to a standing position. Gwen kissed her, rubbing her tongue all over her mouth. Pulled out and licked her sweat covered face. The cock brushed against Marci’s pussy, which responded by throbbing again.

Grabbing her arm, Gwen spun Marci around. Pushed her head down towards the toilet, Marci’s knee resting against the rim of the toilet. Gwen grabbed ahold of her cock again, giving it several quick strokes as she slathered it with spit and Marci’s pussy juice. Her own muscular legs were covered in sweat, the high heels constricting her feet and causing the muscles to quiver and shake with each motion.

Gwen rubbed the cock between Marci’s ass cheeks, bent over and whispered in her ear.

“Now I’m gonna fuck the living shit out of you”

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