my-naughty-words

[my-naughty-words]

Sarah

When the doorbell rang Sarah run to open the door and immediately hugged her sister, Alice, and her two brothers, Matt and Max. They haven’t seen each other for ages and Sarah was so happy that they all responded positively to her invitation.

Actually, they were all Sarah’s step-siblings. The boys, identical twins, were 5 years older than Alice. They were sons of Sarah’s mom and her first husband. Alice, who was the same age as them, was daughter of Sarah’s dad and his first wife. When Sarah’s parents got together and divorced their previous spouses, Matt and Max stayed with their dad, and Alice stayed with her mom. They did, however visit very often, as all none of the parents wanted to prevent them from seeing their mum or dad.

Sarah loved their siblings dearly, even though it happend that they haven’t seen each other for about 3 years, as Matt and Max moved to another continent for some time, and Alice was working a lot. They did, of course, chat online quite often.

But there was a special occasion for this long overdue reunion.

They spent the afternoon catching up each other in Sarah’s fiance’s house. Sarah had prepared a meal and they laughed and talked, and it was as if they had last seen each other three days ago, not thee years.

Finally, Sarah felt that it was finally the moment to have a more serious talk.

“Hey, people,” she said, as they were sitting in the leaving room, drinking wine. They looked at her, sensing a slight change in her voice. “First of all, I wanted to thank you so much for coming. You have no idea how much it means. But... I also wanted to talk to you about something... Or maybe rather... Ask for advice.”

“Come on, sis, whatever you need,” Matt said encouragingly. Sarah smiled but looked down, feeling her cheeks blush uncontrollably.

“So as you know, I’m getting married next month. Mum and dad think it’s too early, as I’ve only turned eighteen a few months ago, but I love him. He’s good to me and he will take care of me,” Sarah said with a smile. “But... I’m a little worried. You see,,, I’ve never... I’ve never done it... I mean, I have never had sex with anyone...” she finished quietly.

“Seriously, not even with your fiance?” Max asked, a little surprised.

“No... He wants to wait until we’re married.”

“And you?”

“I...” Sarah wasn’t expecting such question. “I don’t think so,” she admitted finally. “I would like to know how it feels... Can you guys advise me something about that?

[my-naughty-words]

Layla

Layla looked in the mirror. She must have admit – she looked smokin’ hot. 

She did her best while preparing for tonight. She put on a sparkling short dress, underneath she wore her sexiest bra, white lace corset, and no panties at all. The look was completed with glittery white pantyhose with open crotch, and high heels. Her blonde hair and heavy make up topped her look. 

And all that to celebrate the fact that she was finally single again, her idiot boyfriend was not in the picture anymore and she was wondering why it took her so long to break up with him. Maybe because the sex was good, but after all, she didn’t need a boyfriend for that. Last week during a office party someone had mentioned this exclusive sex club. Intrigued, she’d asked for more details. Apparently it was a closed group of people who would meet every month in a big mansion outside the city, and they would spend the whole night fucking. At that moment Layla had known she needed to get there. Luckily, the guy who had told her about the whole thing said that each member of the club could bring a guest and offered Layla to go with him. 

So this was the day. She glanced at the phone. The guy from the company said he’d pick her up at eight and it was almost the time. She took one last glance at the mirror and couldn’t stop herself from taking a quick selfie she next sent to her boyfriend. “Guess who’s gonna get fucked tonight,” she typed. This idiot deserved to know she didn’t waste any time without him. She grabbed her fur and went outside to meet with her colleague who just parked his luxurious car in front of her place. She got in. 

“Wow, you look banging,” he commented. 

“Aww, thank you, I’m flattered,” she responded with a smile. “And thanks again for taking me there, I feel this is just what I needed. Anything else I should know?”

“Well, let me see…” he thought about it. “Everyone there is required to be medically examined, I told you that, you’ve got your tests?” he asked and she nodded. “Great, then everything will go smoothly. There will be plenty of people, so you will surely find someone you’ll like. Some people have their regular fuckbuddies there. Like me and Tom. Other just wander around, talk to people, or, if you are in the mood, you can also try the lottery.”

“The lottery?” Layla asked. This sounded exciting. 

“Yeah, you just draw a number from one box, and then someone else draws a number from another box. The numbers mean the room where you are supposed to go, the person who draws the same number will follow. The rooms are, in fact, private luxurious apartments. You know, a jacuzzi, terrace, and a fucking big bed. And plenty of toys you can use.”

“That’s amazing, I’m so gonna try it!” Layla exclaimed with excitement.

They arrived to the mansion in no time, and Layla was speechless. The place was huge, and whoever owned it must have been very rich. They entered the palace and were greeted with a glass of champagne.

“The people here look amazing,” Layla whispered. Her colleague just smiled and took a sip of champagne. 

“Well, the whole thing is amazing. Have fun, I’ve got to find Tom,” he said and walked away. 

Layla looked around. The interiors were decorated in splendour. Gold and diamonds everywhere. She walked around, admiring people there. Every man was handsome, every woman beautiful, and they all wore elegant yet provocative clothes. Some of them were so obviously checking her out. And they were enjoying themselves – she saw couples or groups of people touching each other, or giving blowjobs right in the middle of the room. That made her horny. At one point a scantly dressed hostess came to her. 

“Do you fancy a lottery, miss?” she asked, offering her a glass container full of golden cards. 

“Why not,” Layla said and reached for one random card. She looked at the one she picked – it had a black 2 written in the middle.

“Congrats,” the hostess said. “Your room is number two, that’s on the first floor. Your appointment will start at nine. A person who will draw number two from another set will join you there. Enjoy your time at the Sex Paradise,” she said and walked away. Layla was impressed at the organization. She glanced at the clock in the room – she still had fifteen minutes, but she wanted to have a look at the room. She went upstairs and found the right door. There was a card lock, so she slit the card with the room number in, and the door opened for her. 

The room was impressive, decorated mostly in red and black. Massive bed with columns stood in the middle. Behind it there were door that led to the terrace overlooking the garden (Layla took a peek and saw her colleague and his date humping each other on a deckchair). On the right side of the bed there was an entrance to the bathroom with a big jacuzzi tub, and on the left side there was a big walk-in wardrobe full of sex toys. Some of them Layla had never even heard of, but it was definitely exciting. She dropped her fur onto the floor and went to a table where another bottle of champagne stood with two glasses. She poured a bit for herself and for whoever was about to join her any minute now.

***

"Ah... AH... Ahah... AHHHH...! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Layla woke up to a piercing scream. She opened her eyes in confusion. The room was dark, lit only with the moonlight coming from the terrace door. And that's also where the scream came from. Layla turned my head to look at Alice, but she were still sleeping, naked on the sheets.

Layla got up, carefully, in order not to wake her one night stand up, and tiptoead to the terrace. She went outside, and closed the door behind her. And then she heard the scream again. On the terrace next to theirs there was a couple fucking. Layla stood in the shadow watching them.

The man was well built, but his hair was slowly turning gray at the sides. The woman, however, was very young. Layla thought she must have been barely 18 years old. She was slim, even petite. She was bent over the marble ballustrade, her one leg hiked up, and the man was fucking her from behind. Layla couldn't take her eyes off them. He was truly pounding her. The girl's breasts were bouncing, and she moaned and screamed in turns. The man's animalistic grunts were lower and quieter, but it seemed that neither of them was interested in keeping silence. 

The man reached with his hands, grabbed girl's boobs firmly, and started crumpling them while still impaling her on his cock. 

"AH, AH...! AHHHH! AHHH!" the girl screamed into the darkness as he kept destroying her little pussy. At one point she tried to look around and noticed Layla, standing in the shadow on the next terrace. Her look was hooded and Layla could see dark streaks of mascara running down her cheeks, and reddened strips on her ass, probably marks of a whip.

The whole scene made Layla so horny, she started touching herself. 

The pace the man was fucking his partner was impressive. He was like a fuck machine. Layla didn't know how the girl was handling it, but nontheless it was one of the hottest things she'd ever seen.

Finally, the girl let out another, long, loud scream, and shook in violent orgasm. The man didn't stop thrusting into her though. It took him another few moments to slow down and ride off his climax in a series of slow, deep thrusts. When he was done he pulled out of her, and a flood of his sperm oozed from girl's pussy. The man slapped her ass hard and went back inside. The girl, used and barely conscious, just sunk down to the floor. 

By this time Layla had been completely wet, her finger easily sliding in and out of her pussy.

She stoppsed fucking herself though. She went back inside, and left the terrace door opened. She wanted the couple next to them to hear what's going to happen.

She climbed onto the bed and moved close to Alice, who was still sleeping. Layla looked at her perfect naked body, and focused on her big breasts. Alices nipples were erect, probably from the cold air coming from the outside. Layla moved her mouth closer and started sucking on Alice's nipple. There was something primal and innocent in this act, and probably that's what made it so erotic. She was nibbling on the other's nipple, licking, biting, sucking, letting out small whines. 

And finally Alice moved with a quite moan.

"Hey, wake up," Layla said. "Hey, princess. I want you to fuck me like a whore."