To Whet an Appetite

I watched her lips wrap around the lime that had moments ago been resting on the edge of her margarita glass. Hours ago, though, those lips had been wrapped around me. She’d been on her knees, sucking me off, slobbering all over my cock, and I’d been saying the nastiest things imaginable to her.

“You’re such a little cock whore. You’d just suck anyone’s cock, just put one in front of you and you’d spread those slutty lips wide. The only reason you’re so good at sucking me off is because you’ve sucked off so many guys before me, isn’t it?

The truth was we were both inexperienced virgins when we met, and she was still the only woman whose mouth had ever sucked me off¦I was still the only man she’d ever sucked off. But we still had our fun, our games, our wickedness. We had all kinds of scenarios, ones where she had been bad, and so she had to be punished, either with our lovely, suede flogger, or maybe she’d have to fuck herself until she came on our biggest dildo, the one which spread her wide, the one she could barely fit inside her cunt, even if it was soaking wet.

“How’s your margarita, sweetie?

“Mmm, it’s good. She smiled at me, looking beautiful as ever, and yet I found myself picturing her, disheveled, hair matted, sweat dripping down her face, as I’d shoved her legs up in the air and fucked her ass, teasing her about how empty her poor little pussy was, how she probably wished I was inside her other hole, getting her off, instead of being buried deep inside her tight little asshole. Her pussy was dripping wet by the time I came, and so I got out a dildo and told her to suck on it while she got herself off. As she masturbated, as she rubbed her clit, I told her about all the pussies and asses this dildo had been in this week, how she was tasting the pussy juice of many, many women, women who had come screaming as I fucked them with the pink, rubber dick, the one which was now in her mouth. Lisa would have come screaming too, but she couldn’t with her mouth full of dildo, so I pulled it out at the very moment she started coming, and man, was my woman ever loud.

“Want to order some guacamole?

“You know I always like to have extra guac. Lisa placed her hand on top of mine, brushing her fingers against my skin with a feather-light touch, bringing a smile to my lips.

Hopefully, when we got home, we could try out the new rope I’d ordered the last week. Hopefully, when we got home, we could kiss, and fuck, and maybe make love, too. Making love was the dirtiest thing we did “ I thought so, at least. Making love turned me on more than anything else we did, no matter how kinky or depraved. Making love was never an afterthought the way the rest of it was. But the fucking always came first.

I watched Lisa take another sip of her drink, and leaned forward, kissing her salty, citrus soaked lips. “Ready to get a table?


Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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