Surprise Cravings
In the dim glow of his city apartment, Jake lounged on the worn leather armchair, the kind that still carried the faint scent of rain from last week’s storm. His phone screen flickered with the replay of Lena’s latest daring clip—her body arched in that abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, moans echoing like forbidden whispers. He’d already spilled twice tonight, tissues crumpled on the side table, but the ache lingered. Lena was miles away at that tech conference in Seattle, leaving him high and dry for another three days. Just as he thumbed to hit play again, his phone buzzed—not a text, but a video call from an unknown number.
He hesitated, thumb hovering. Probably spam. But curiosity won, and he swiped accept. The face that filled the screen wasn’t Lena’s sultry grin, but Tara’s—her sharp-eyed coworker from the marketing firm, the one with curves that strained against her pencil skirts during those rare office visits. Tara’s full lips curved into a sly smile, her dark curls tumbling loose over one shoulder, a far cry from the tight buns she usually sported.
“Jake? It’s Tara. Lena sent me.” Her voice was low, laced with that smoky edge that made his pulse kick up. He sat straighter, the room suddenly feeling too warm, the distant hum of traffic outside his window fading into irrelevance.
“Sent you? For what?” He tried to sound casual, but his voice cracked like dry earth. Tara’s laugh was soft, throaty, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Oh, honey, you’ll see. Open the door. I’m downstairs.” The call ended before he could protest, leaving him staring at a blank screen, heart pounding like a bass drum in his chest.
Minutes later, the buzzer sounded. Jake smoothed his rumpled shirt—dark hair tousled, lean frame still buzzing from earlier releases—and cracked the door. There she stood, in the hallway’s harsh fluorescent light, wrapped in a sleek black trench coat that hugged her ample hips. Tara was no waif; she was all soft swells and confident sway, maybe five years younger than Lena, with olive skin that glowed under the coat’s collar.
“Surprise,” she purred, stepping inside without invitation, the door clicking shut behind her. The air shifted, carrying her scent—jasmine and something earthier, like fresh soil after rain. Not Lena’s citrus sharpness, but intoxicating all the same.
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He backed up, bumping into the coffee table, eyes wide. “Lena really…?”
Tara nodded, pulling out her phone and propping it on the mantel like a sentinel. The screen lit up with Lena’s face, her green eyes sparkling from what looked like a hotel room, city lights twinkling behind her. “Hey, lover. Miss me? I figured you’d be climbing the walls by now. Tara’s here to help with that.”
Jake’s mouth went dry, the taste of stale coffee lingering on his tongue. This was their game escalating—Lena’s wild ideas born from that rainy night months ago, when she’d whispered about sharing him during a hike in the misty hills. Back then, it’d been just fantasy, her fingers tracing his chest as she described a stranger’s touch. Now, it was real, flesh and heat invading his space.
“You okay with this, Jake?” Lena’s voice was honey over gravel, commanding yet teasing. He nodded dumbly, sinking onto the couch, the fabric cool against his heated skin.
Tara circled him slowly, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor—a sound that echoed like anticipation building. She stopped in front of him, fingers toying with the coat’s belt. “Lena’s been bragging about you. Said you’re hung like a dream and eager to please. Let’s see if she’s right.”
With a fluid shrug, the coat slipped off, pooling at her feet. Underneath? Nothing but skin. Tara’s body was a revelation—full breasts swaying gently, nipples dark and peaked like ripe berries, a soft belly curving into wide hips and thighs that promised to grip tight. A thin strip of trimmed hair arrowed down to her core, already glistening in the lamplight. No piercings, no extremes, just raw, womanly allure that made Jake’s cock twitch in his jeans.
“Fuck,” he breathed, the word escaping unbidden. Lena chuckled through the phone. “Eyes on me, Jake. Watch me while she works you. Tara, start slow. Make him beg.”
Chapter 1: Whispers from Afar
The apartment felt smaller now, walls closing in with the weight of what was unfolding. Jake’s breath came shallow, the metallic tang of nerves mixing with Tara’s jasmine perfume as she knelt between his legs. Her hands—soft, manicured—traced his thighs, nails scraping lightly through denim, sending sparks up his nerves.
“Unzip for me,” she murmured, voice like velvet over steel. He fumbled with the button, heart slamming against his ribs. His shaft sprang free, semi-hard from the earlier videos, veins pulsing with fresh blood. Tara’s eyes lit up, her tongue darting out to wet her lips—a pink flash that made him throb.
“Nice,” she said, wrapping her fingers around his base, the touch warm and firm. Not Lena’s teasing grazes, but deliberate, like she owned the moment. Lena’s voice cut in: “Stroke him, Tara. Tell him how it feels.”
“Thick… hot. Pulsing like it wants to burst.” Tara’s grip tightened, sliding up slow, thumb circling the head where pre-cum beaded like dew. Jake groaned, head falling back, but Lena snapped, “Look at me! Imagine my lips there instead.”
He forced his eyes to the screen, Lena’s face flushed, one hand out of frame—probably dipping between her own thighs. The thought twisted something deep in him, a jealous heat mingling with lust. Flashback hit: their first wild night, post-hike, mud-streaked bodies slamming together on the kitchen floor. Lena had ridden him hard, whispering, “One day, I’ll watch you fuck someone else.” He’d laughed it off then. Not anymore.
Tara leaned in, breath ghosting his tip—warm, minty from gum she’d chewed on the way over. “You taste salty already,” she whispered, before her tongue flicked out, lapping the bead away. The sensation was electric, wet heat coiling through him like a live wire. He bucked slightly, hands clenching the couch cushions, leather creaking under his grip.
“Deeper, Tara. Show him what I taught you.” Lena’s command was breathy now, her image shifting as she adjusted the phone. Tara obliged, mouth enveloping him in one smooth descent, cheeks hollowing with suction. No teasing buildup—straight to throat-deep, her gag a soft, muffled hum that vibrated straight to his balls.
Jake’s world narrowed to that: the slick slide of her lips, the faint scrape of teeth, the way her breasts brushed his knees, nipples hard points dragging skin. Sounds filled the room—wet slurps, his ragged breaths, Lena’s distant moans as she touched herself. The air thickened with musk, his arousal sharp and heady.
“God, yes… just like that,” he muttered, fingers threading into Tara’s curls, not pushing, just holding. She hummed approval, the vibration shooting pleasure up his spine. Lena watched, eyes dark. “Don’t cum yet, Jake. I want you edged.”
Tara pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting them, glistening in the low light. She pumped him lazily, hand slick. “He’s close, Lena. Throbbing hard.”
“Good. Make him wait.” Tara’s free hand wandered to her own body, fingers circling her clit in lazy loops, a soft whimper escaping her. Jake watched, mesmerized—the way her folds parted, pink and slick, scent blooming stronger, earthy and sweet.
Minutes stretched, torture in every stroke, every denied plunge of her mouth. Sweat beaded on Jake’s brow, tasting salty when he licked his lips. Finally, Lena relented: “Now, Tara. Swallow him whole.”
Tara dove back in, faster now, head bobbing with rhythmic fervor. Jake’s control shattered—orgasm crashing like waves on rock, spilling hot ropes down her throat. She milked him dry, not spilling a drop, eyes locked on his as she swallowed with an audible gulp.
Lena clapped softly on screen. “Beautiful. But we’re not done.” The call lingered, her smile wicked.
Chapter 2: Tangled Limbs
Post-climax haze settled over Jake like a heavy blanket, body limp, but Tara’s energy crackled on. She rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. The phone stayed propped, Lena’s gaze unblinking, fueling the fire anew.
“Your turn to taste,” Tara said, voice husky. She pushed him back, straddling his lap, thighs like warm silk clamping his hips. Her weight pressed down, core grinding against his softening shaft, rekindling sparks. The friction was maddening—wet heat smearing across him, her arousal coating his skin.
Jake’s hands found her waist, thumbs digging into soft flesh, feeling the give under his touch. “Lena?” he rasped, seeking permission even as desire roared back.
“Do it. Eat her like you eat me—make her scream.” Lena’s words were a green light, her own breaths quickening.
Tara shifted up, knees bracketing his face, her scent enveloping him—musky, feminine, intoxicating. He gripped her ass, pulling her down, tongue delving into her folds. She was drenched, taste tangy-sweet like overripe fruit, flooding his mouth. Tara moaned, grinding against his face, curls tickling his forehead.
“Oh, fuck… yes, right there.” Her hands braced on the couch back, body rocking in waves. Jake lapped eagerly, nose buried in her heat, the sounds obscene—squishy laps, her gasps filling the air. He sucked her clit, flicking with the flat of his tongue, feeling it swell under his assault.
From the phone, Lena narrated: “Taste how wet she is for you? That’s my doing—told her all about your mouth.” Jake’s cock hardened fully now, trapped against her thigh, the slide of skin electric.
Tara’s pace quickened, thighs quivering, a fresh gush coating his chin. “Don’t stop… gonna…” Her cry shattered the quiet, body convulsing as she came, juices spilling hot and fast. Jake drank her down, humming into her core, prolonging the tremors.
She slumped forward, panting, then slid down his body. “Your cock’s ready again. Want me to ride it?” Her eyes flicked to the phone.
Lena nodded. “Fuck him, Tara. Hard.”
Tara positioned herself, sinking down inch by inch, her walls clenching like a vice—hot, velvety grip that drew a guttural groan from Jake. She was tighter than expected, fuller, rocking slow at first, breasts bouncing with each rise and fall. The slap of skin on skin echoed, mingled with her moans and his grunts.
“So deep… filling me up.” Tara’s nails raked his chest, leaving red trails that stung deliciously. Jake thrust up, meeting her, the angle hitting her depths. Sweat slicked their bodies, air thick with sex—salty skin, her jasmine fading under raw lust.
Lena’s voice urged them on: “Faster, Tara. Make him yours for now.” They obeyed, pace frantic, couch creaking under the assault. Jake’s hands roamed—pinching nipples, slapping ass—the sharp cracks punctuating their rhythm.
Climax built again, coiling tight. Tara came first, walls fluttering, milking him relentlessly. “Cum inside me!” she demanded, and he did, flooding her with heat, vision blurring white.
They collapsed, tangled, breaths syncing. But Lena’s laugh cut through: “Round two? I’ve got ideas.”
Chapter 3: Forbidden Echoes
As the aftershocks faded, Jake’s mind wandered back—unbidden—to the spark that lit this fire. It was a crisp autumn evening, leaves crunching underfoot as he and Lena wandered the urban trails near their old loft. She’d been tipsy from wine, pressing against him under a canopy of oaks, her hand slipping into his pants. “What if someone watched?” she’d murmured, stroking him to hardness right there in the shadows.
He’d frozen, thrill and terror mixing, but came hard in her fist, the risk amplifying everything. That night evolved into games: blindfolds, toys, her videos from “business” that were anything but. Now, with Tara’s body draped over him, sticky and spent, the memory fueled a fresh stir in his groin.
Tara noticed, grinding lazily against him. “Already? You’re insatiable.” Her voice was playful, but her eyes held hunger. She rolled off, fetching something from her discarded coat—a sleek vibrator, buzzing to life with a low hum that vibrated through the air.
Lena’s image on screen perked up. “Use it on him, Tara. Tease his ass— he’s curious, even if he won’t admit it.”
Jake’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck. They’d dabbled—fingers, plugs during their private nights—but never with an audience. “Lena…” Protest died as Tara’s lubed finger circled his entrance, cool gel warming quickly.
“Relax, big boy. It’ll feel amazing.” She pressed in slow, the intrusion burning then blooming into pleasure as she crooked her finger, grazing that spot inside. Jake gasped, cock jerking upright, pre-cum dribbling anew.
The vibrator joined, tip humming against his rim before sliding in beside her finger—full, insistent pressure that made stars burst behind his eyelids. Tara worked it expertly, in and out, while her other hand pumped his shaft. Sensations layered: the buzz deep in his core, her grip slick and tight, the faint lavender scent of lube cutting through the sex-heavy air.
“Fuck… oh god,” he moaned, hips bucking involuntarily. Sounds overwhelmed—buzzing toy, wet strokes, his own whimpers echoing off the walls. Taste of Tara’s earlier release lingered on his tongue, salty reminder.
Lena moaned too, her free hand visible now, plunging a dildo in rhythm. “Look how hard you are, Jake. Taking it like a champ for me.”
Tara amped it, twisting the vibe, her mouth descending to suck his balls—warm, swirling tongue adding overload. Jake shattered, cum arcing across his stomach in thick spurts, body arching off the couch.
Tara licked him clean, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the camera. “Your husband’s a natural, Lena.”
Exhaustion tugged, but Lena’s voice sharpened: “One more. Tara, bend over. Jake, take her from behind.”
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They rearranged, Tara on all fours on the rug, ass up—round, inviting, cheeks parting to reveal her soaked entrance and tighter pucker above. Jake knelt behind, shaft nudging her folds, sliding in easy from their mingled fluids. The angle was deep, her walls gripping like silk over steel.
“Harder,” Tara begged, pushing back. He obliged, hips snapping, the slap of flesh loud and primal. Her moans rose, fingers digging into the carpet, fibers rough under her palms.
Jake’s hands spanned her hips, pulling her onto him, feeling the quiver in her thighs. Sweat dripped from his brow, tasting bitter when it hit his lips. Lena directed: “Spank her, Jake. Mark her for me.”
His palm connected—crack!—red blooming on pale skin, Tara yelping then moaning deeper. “Yes! Again!” He did, rhythm syncing with thrusts, pain-pleasure blurring.
She clenched around him, orgasm ripping through her with a scream, nails scraping carpet. Jake followed, burying deep, pulsing inside her heat. They slumped, a heap of limbs and gasps, the phone’s glow casting long shadows.
Chapter 4: Depths Unleashed
The night deepened, city sounds a distant murmur outside the fogged windows. Jake’s body ached in the best way—muscles loose, skin tingling from Tara’s touches. She lounged beside him on the couch, fingers tracing idle patterns on his thigh, nails leaving faint pink lines that itched deliciously.
Lena’s face on screen was flushed, hair mussed, like she’d chased her own peaks while directing theirs. “You two look wrecked. But I want more—something raw. Tara, guide him to your ass.”
Tara’s eyes sparkled, no hesitation. “You heard her.” She fetched lube from her coat again, the bottle cool in Jake’s hand as she passed it. Positioning on the couch arm, ass presented like an offering—cheeks spread, tight ring winking. The sight stole his breath, vulnerability mixed with bold invitation.
“Go slow at first,” Lena coached, her voice a lifeline. Jake slicked himself, then her, finger probing first—tight heat yielding gradually, her musk sharper here, intimate and forbidden. Tara hissed, then sighed as he worked her open, adding a second finger, scissoring gently.
“Feels… full. Good.” Her voice trembled, body relaxing into it. Jake pressed his tip against her, pushing in inch by torturous inch—the grip intense, like velvet fire, drawing groans from deep in his chest.
Once seated, he paused, hands on her hips, feeling her pulse through the thin barrier. “Move,” she urged, rocking back. He did, shallow thrusts building to deeper, the friction mind-melting—hot, unyielding pressure unlike anything before.
Sounds layered: her gasps sharp and needy, his grunts low and animal, the wet slide of lube. Air hung heavy with their scents—sweat, sex, the faint chemical tang of lube. Jake leaned over her, one hand snaking to rub her clit, fingers slick with her arousal, tasting it when he licked them—tart and addictive.
“Pound her, Jake. Make it hurt so good.” Lena’s words spurred him, pace quickening, balls slapping her folds. Tara cried out, pushing back fiercely, body quaking as another orgasm built.
“I’m… close… fill my ass!” Her plea shattered him; he thrust deep, erupting in hot jets, the clench of her release pulling every drop. They trembled together, collapse inevitable.
But Lena wasn’t sated. “Tara, your turn to direct. Use him however.”
Tara grinned, recovering quick. She straddled his face again, grinding while fetching the vibe. “Hold still.” She teased his spent cock back to life with strokes, then slid the buzzing toy along his length before turning it on herself—dipping into her pussy while he lapped her ass, tasting their combined essence.
The dual assault—her weight, the vibe’s hum near his ear—pushed Jake over again, dry orgasm rippling through him, body convulsing under her. Tara followed, flooding his mouth once more, cries muffled against the ceiling.
Hours blurred, boundaries dissolving in a haze of flesh and commands. Flashbacks interwove: Lena’s first anal with him, tentative in their bed, evolving to this orchestrated chaos. Jake lost count of peaks, body a live wire of sensation.
Chapter 5: Dawn’s Promise
As first light crept through the blinds, painting stripes across sweat-damp sheets—they’d migrated to the bedroom sometime in the frenzy—Jake stirred. Tara nestled against him, breath warm on his neck, her curves molding to his lean frame like puzzle pieces. The phone lay charging on the nightstand, Lena’s final message a text: “Home tomorrow. Can’t wait to reclaim you. 😈”
Tara stretched, cat-like, breasts pressing into his side, nipples grazing skin. “Last round?” she whispered, hand drifting south, finding him half-hard already. The touch reignited embers—fingers curling around his morning wood, stroking with lazy expertise.
“Lena’s asleep,” Jake murmured, guilt flickering but drowned by lust. Tara’s lips found his neck, sucking a mark—wet heat, faint copper taste when he touched it later. She rolled atop him, guiding his shaft into her still-slick core, sinking down with a shared sigh.
Morning light softened everything: her skin golden, curls wild, the room smelling of stale passion and fresh coffee brewing auto from the kitchen. They moved slow, savoring—her rolls grinding deep, his hands cupping her ass, thumbs teasing the abused ring.
“You were perfect,” she breathed, pace quickening, breasts swaying hypnotically. Jake thrust up, meeting her, the bed’s creak a gentle rhythm. No commands now, just them—raw connection, her moans soft in his ear, breath minty from overnight gum.
Climax built mutual, her walls fluttering first, pulling him under. He spilled weakly, body spent but soul alight. Tara collapsed, kissing him deep—tongue tangling, tasting each other fully.
“Tell Lena thanks,” she said later, dressing in the coat, legs shaky. “And next time? Invite me for the real thing.” The door clicked shut, leaving Jake alone with echoes—skin tingling, air heavy, anticipation for Lena’s return burning brighter than ever.
He picked up the phone, replaying snippets in his mind, already plotting their next adventure. The game had changed, deepened, and he was all in.
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