Hot Damn!
Spicy sex story

Is that all you got?" chided Margaret to the head thrust between her thighs.

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... by Steve Robles
... in the Crave section
... from November 17, 1999

Ben's face turned red like the wax on a wheel of cheese. Margaret, the dominant type, had let Ben take her to bed almost on a dare. He wasn't ugly, but she had been sure he was not her type in the sack. His boasting was incessant, however, and she figured she'd call his bluff.

Ben had been doing what he thought was his best lickin' work yet. Like most guys, he considered himself a cunning linguist at cunnilingus. But it wasn't cutting it for his intended, and Meg was not the mousy, faking type. He wasn't awful, but that only made it worse -- the randy redhead was getting tired of being taken halfway there, only to have the intensity between them slip back to zero.

"Okay, now you're asking for it," the blond waiter warned halfheartedly. "Now it's time to get weird."

"Puuleeeez," Margaret spat. "Alright, let's see what you think weird is."

Ben took off his thick leather belt and wrapped it around Meg's head so her eyes would be covered.

"Ooo, a blindfold," she mocked, "how weird."

"Just hold on, baby," Ben retorted, trying not to sound annoyed with his lover's bad attitude. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

"Damn right," she chuckled.

Ben went for his secret weapon. In a plastic bag inside his nearby backpack was a handful of serrano chiles, cut in half. A friend had turned him on to the trick, and he brought them in case of emergency. And this was definitely a sexual crisis if ever he had seen one.

He resumed his position on his knees before her bed. This time he pulled out all the stops. He grabbed her ass with both hands and brought her dampened sex to his mouth like a ripe fruit. He stopped briefly to insert his middle finger into her snatch, just long enough to get it wet and watch her squirm a bit. Then he placed it in Meg's asshole, just up to the first knuckle.

"Unhh ... Oh, that's good," panted Meg. She was no stranger to butt play, but she didn't think this guy had it in him, so to speak. He went a little deeper, to the second knuckle, then retracted.

"Mmm, don't stop, you're finally onto something," she breathed.

"Don't worry, I'm not stopping," Ben grinned. He grabbed one of the chiles and rubbed it along the rim of her anus.

"Oh my God, what the hell is that?" she stirred. "It feels cold."

Ben used his finger to jam the pepper deeper into her asshole. As he did, he crushed it along her anal wall, allowing the juice to spill. It took a few seconds before she could feel what it was.

"Oh God, it tingles! Mmmm ..."

Ben saw his opportunity and struck. He took his other hand and stuffed two fingers into Meg's snatch, then lapped at her clit like a cat at a saucer of milk. It only took the ice queen about 90 seconds to melt and erupt.

Once she caught her breath, she ripped his prong out of his pants and brought it into her mouth. She needed him inside her, though, and only sucked it briefly to get it to maximum size.

"Mmm, fuck me baby," she said, leaning back on the bed.

"Psshh," he smirked. "Is that all you got?"

steve robles is a drunken, horny bastard. His work can be found wherever porn mags in sealed plastic bags are sold three at a time.