Good Vibrations Magazine

I was trying to write something new and different to get back the readers who were leaving me in droves. A successful writer of fiction, I suddenly found myself steadily dropping on the popularity lists.

So I figured drastic measures were in order. I took a week off to work on several projects, one of which was a nice short story to enter in a certain contest that usually won the writer national recognition. No way was I going to pass that up.

I wasn’t alone that day. I had a handyman in the house, someone I used frequently. It was a father and son operation but this time the son was going solo since I only had a few small jobs to do around the house. The last time he was here and much to my embarrassment (although he had no business looking), he found a short story on my PC and my secret was out. I thought he’d make a fuss which is what most people do but he kind of shrugged it off making him very easy to talk to after that. He thought it was great that I was a published author.

So there I was sitting and staring at a blank screen when he comes up behind me and says, “Still having trouble?” I’d told him earlier of my problem.

“Yeah,” I was really only paying partial attention to him. I’d typed a few half-hearted sentences but lost interest in the story right away.

“Well,” he suggested in what I supposed he thought was being supportive, “Why don’t you write about–?” He made a motion towards himself.

I gave him an incredulous look, “Um no offense but do you know how cliche that is? You want me to lose what little fans I have? Allow me some dignity–”

He unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me. I was surprised, even though some little part of me at the time wanted him to do something like this. As cliché as it was I still wanted him to fuck me.

I was wearing this little flower print short set which gave him easy access to my clit. He just slid his hand down my shorts and underneath the elastic waistband of my panties like he’d done it a million times before. I whimpered as he roughly circled my clit with his index and middle fingers.

I arched slightly off my little office chair. It was difficult since the chair kept rolling backward although he tried to steady it with his legs. I raised my arm up behind me and grasped onto his shirt trying to steady us.

He realized it wasn’t working so he lifted me off the chair. He didn’t waste time unbuttoning my top, just pulled the fabric apart, buttons flying. There was a momentary surprise as he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. His mouth closed around my left nipple, he sucked like a starving man, drawing it to the roof of his mouth, pulling away and tickling the tip with his tongue. I was creaming so much by then, I felt drenched. He repeated the process with my other breast while his hand found its way in my pants again. I wriggled underneath him as he pushed two fingers deep in me and worked them around before pulling them out. He straightened and leaned away from me, making me watch as he sucked my juices from his fingers with a great deal of pleasure. His eyes closed and he looked as though he was sucking honey from his fingers.

When he was through he yanked my pants off and buried his face into my clit, lapping at it, rimming my labia before sucking my clit between the gap in his front teeth. I screamed and blurted out a few choice words that would normally have made me blush as I bucked underneath him.

As he continued to devour me, his hands reached up fondling my breasts, squeezing my nipples and rolling them between his fingertips. I rammed both hands into his hair, tugging and running my hands through the soft strands. He continued on for some time, continuing to tease me, bringing me close to orgasm then he would stop, leaning back with smirk.

I’d never begged a man before but this was too good. “Why are you torturing me? Fuck me damn you!”

He looked up at me, grinning, his lips coated in my juices, that he licked off.
He quickly came out of his jeans, never taking his eyes off of me. Then he lifted my legs almost carelessly tossing them over his shoulders, spreading me wide.

“Still think this is cliché?” He asked me. Maybe I should, stop now, since you’re not enjoying it.”

“You know I want it,” I told him. “Stop fucking around!”

He laughed and then with an animalistic growl, plunged into me. I screamed out again and he still held that self-satisfied smirk. Apparently my words had affected him more than I thought. He worked his cock around in my pussy, grinding his pelvis against me, stimulating my clit at the same time. With my legs over his shoulders there wasn’t much I could do but let him ride me. I did fondle my own breasts, imitating what he’d done. Damn it made it feel twice as good and he seemed to like it, watching me intently as he continued to pound into me. I felt my cream smear on my thighs and coat his balls. There was so much more than I thought I could ever make. Every sensation ripped through me, the feel of his cock, his balls slapping against me, even his rough breathing heightened the experience.

I knew when he was about to come. I was close myself. That fire was building. Maybe there were better ways to describe it but that had always worked for me. And when the explosion came, I was screaming his name which I was surprised I even remembered at this point. He came soon after, growling like an animal, his cum filling me in a hot rush.

He fell against me and somewhere between our panting and heaving we began laughing. It was so amazing, neither one of us had expected this to happen, for it to feel so good. He collapsed against me and turned me on my side to face him.

“Mmm, yes,” I said.

“Think you have enough material now?” He raised an eyebrow and gave me a cocky grin.

I knew a good opportunity when I saw it. “No,” I said. “I think I need to do more research.”

He grinned, “If you insist.”