Inhale

Rishi lay on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, he let his mind wander. He was so stressed at work that even his weekends were consumed with catching-up on tasks and projects from weeks before. This was his first Sunday of freedom in a long time and he was eager to luxuriate in the fleeting thoughts that normally accompanied an unburdened mind.

His apartment had large windows that looked out onto the lake. The sun was brilliant and bathed the room in warm light. He had a window cracked open and a slight breeze circulated through his apartment. Rishi took deep breaths and felt his muscles relax. He lay in his bed completely nude, enjoying the feel of his high thread count sheets against his freshly showered body. He was tall and muscular, with thick body hair covering a significant portion of his chest and belly. He normally kept his pubic hair well trimmed, but he’d allowed it to grow out until he could barely make out his penis in the mess of black hair between his legs.

Rishi was extremely fit and played a number of sports through his high school and college years. For the decade-and-a-half after graduating from university, he continued to workout regularly and play any sport he could.

Despite the breeze, beads of sweat trailed down Rishi’s temples. He woke up early to work out, but his body was still running hot despite the cool shower he took minutes ago. He wiped some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and seriously contemplated taking another shower already.

He was brought back to the present when he heard the door to his apartment open.

The voice of his girlfriend Sejal filled the apartment as she burst in and said, “It is so fucking hot out there!”

Rishi heard her stomping around the apartment, mumbling to herself. She just got back from her run and she was always more energetic aftwerwards which always confused Rishi. She’d often drag him into the bedroom and demand he have his way with her the second she returned, which in reality was her having her way with him, riding him with such intensity he was usually the one telling her to slow down. From what Rishi could tell from the way Sejal seemed to be angrily moving about, he suspected she would just take a shower and collapse into the couch.

Sejal burst into the bedroom, still muttering to herself. She was a petite woman who had a presence that often dwarfed Rishi’s when they were out in public. Though Rishi was a foot taller than her, Sejal commanded the attention of any room they entered and he would slip into the background. As a shy person, it was one of the many reasons he loved going out with her.

Sejal Stripped out of her pink leggings and sports bra and tossed them into the laundry hamper. Her sweat-slicked body glistened as she stood naked in the room, feeling the light breeze on her skin. She took a deep breath and finally took notice of her naked boyfriend on the bed.

“Hi,” she said, smiling down at Rishi. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her smile warmed his heart.

Rishi patted the bed next to him and Sejal lightly jumped on and nuzzled herself into the crook of his neck. Rishi smelled the mix of lavender soap and sweat radiating off her skin. He inhaled her scent, her essence, and let it take over. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, slowing as she settled against him. He rubbed her back, her skin sticky with sweat. Sejal let out a quiet moan as she ran her hand through the tangle of hair on his chest, gripping small handfuls as she explored the expanse of his torso.

Rishi was surprised Sejal was as not her usual ravenous self, but, as if reading his mind, Sejal swiftly threw her leg over his body and straddled him. She look down at him and smiled before leaning forward and kissing him. Their tongues danced and their hands squeezed and scratched. Sejal released her lips and let a single strand of saliva drip from her lip down onto Rishi’s chest.

She then spun around and slid back, planting her tight, round ass down on Rishi’s face. Rishi gripped her cheeks with his large hands and spread her open. Her prominent lips spread and her pink warmth glistened with desire. Rishi pressed his face between her cheeks and breathed her in. He relished in the mixture of aromas that were the woman he loved. The spike of the sweat from a long, hard run cut by the sweetness of the nectar he hungrily lapped with her tongue. Her asshole winked with every delicate twirl of his tongue along the rim, eliciting thrusts from Sejal’s hips.

He listened to her moans as she swallowed his cock. As competitive people, they often subconsciously competed in this position to see who could make the other come first. Rishi was undefeated, yet Sejal always gave it her best shot. She squeezed his balls as she twirled her tongue around his tip, struggling to concentrate as Rishi expertly worked his magic over her clit. Sejal eventually gave up and sat back up, smothering Rishi completely.

With the help of gravity, Rishi sucked and flicked with more vigour. Sejal’s desperate curses echoed as she ground her hips aggressively against Rishi’s face. Rishi pushed himself to bring her to orgasm, her desire coating his lips and chin, the smell of her pleasure overwhelming his senses. With a final scream she squeezed her thighs around Rishi’s head, spasming with the crash of every orgasmic wave.

Sejal fell forward, her face nestled in Rishi’s crotch. She took deep inhales of his musk, finding comfort in the heavy smell of her lover. Rishi eventually eased her off of him and easily shifted her body to once again nestle against his.

Sejal buried her face in his armpit and continued to take deep inhales. The smell of sweat began to dominate the small room but the two lovers were already sleeping, entangled in one another’s arms.

Flexing Command

Sid paced the width of the bed, the carpeted floor soft beneath his feet. He rolled the cuffs of his white dress shirt to this elbows as he looked down at the submissive toy before him.

Her pale skin glistened with sweat. Sid hid his smile when he noticed how flush she was getting holding herself on display for him. Sid decided it was time he rewarded her for her obedience and stopped pacing to finally look down at her.

Sid’s hard stare captured his toy’s attention, then he said, “Now I will begin your inspection.”

Sid knelt at the edge of the bed. His toy was laying on her back with her knees up and spread. Sid reached and out an gently rubbed his toy’s soft ass and inner thighs. He slowly crept his fingers closer to her exposed pussy and asshole, making sure he didn’t make any contact with her inviting lips.

“Well done. It looks like you’ve moisturized since your last inspection,” he said, slowly massaging her inner thighs.

“Thank you, sir,” the toy whispered.

Sid felt it was time to finally reward his little slut. He gently spread her lips to expose her wet, pink warmth. He leaned in an tenderly licked his toy’s desperate, swollen clit. The toy let out a guttural moan, goosebumps immediately spreading across her skin.

Sid smiled and licked and sucked his toy’s perfect pussy. “You taste absolutely divine,” he said between sloppy mouthfuls of her cunt.

“Th-Thank you, sir,” the toy barely managed to say between moans and heaving breaths.

Sid paused before moving lower towards his toy’s brown, puckered hole. He licked his lips and watched as it flexed in anticipation. Sid trailed the tip of his tongue around the rim before slipping inside. He inhaled deeply, taking in his toy’s rich, sensual musk.

He was ravenous.

Sid stood and wiped his lips and chin with the back of his hand and looked down at his handiwork. His toy lay in a huddled mess, a wet stain darkened the sheets between her legs. He rolled his sleeves back down and re-did his cuffs. He was impressed his toy lasted as long as she had. He would have liked to have gone longer, but he had other appointments to make.

Sid quietly put his shoes back on and left the toy’s apartment without saying another word.

—

Sid stood at the foot of the bed. He flexed his neck to the left and right, trying to release some of the tightness he felt. He looked down at the pair of toys before him. They assumed the correct position and were as eager as ever for their inspection.

Sid took his time rolling up his sleeves. These two toys deeply disappointed him at their last inspection. They didn’t leave their front door unlocked which meant Sid had to knock to be let in. They also didn’t do a very thorough job shaving their holes and patches of hair remained.

However, this time his toys were much better behaved. The door was unlocked, and Sid found them in their bedroom already in position.

Sid cleared his throat and his toys jumped. “You’re already much improved over last time, my slutty toys. Now, let’s see if you actually improved your grooming.”

“Yes, sir,” the toys said in unison. For simplicity’s sake, Sid referred to them as Thing One and Thing Two. Thing One was a diminutive black man with coarse black hair covering his entire body. Thing Two was a tall, skinny Korean man who was almost completely hairless. Sid’s focus on body hair and grooming often lead to him focusing on coverage over what was underneath.

Sid met them at a local bar only a handful of weeks prior and they hit it off right away. That night he handed them his business card and a few days later they were his submissive little toys.

Sid cracks his knuckles before bending down to conduct the inspection. Both toys had their cheeks spread and their holes exposed. Sid enjoyed seeing two sets of clean shaven balls sitting just above their equally smooth taints. Sid gave each toys’ balls a squeeze before kneeling to get a closer look at their delicious assholes.

Sid licked his lips. It took every ounce of willpower not to sloppily devour them right away. Instead, he conducted his inspection and gave them both his seal of approval.

“Well done my precious sluts. Because you made such a dramatic improvement, I’ll give you your treat.”

Both toys wiggled their bottoms and Sid couldn’t help but smile. He reached between their legs and grabbed their throbbing cocks. They felt thick and hot in his hands as Sid stroked them together. Their moans filled the room as Sid pumped. He finally allowed himself to indulge and latched his lips around Thing One’s winking hole. Sid rimmed and sucked both holes back and forth, pumping their cocks ferociously as their moans echoed and they cursed the heavens as they barrelled towards euphoric oblivion.

With a final scream both toys erupted. Hot, white streams splashed across their chests as Sid slowed and eventually stopped, holding two limp cocks in his hands.

Standing and re-doing his cuffs once more, Sid left the way he came, savouring the night’s delights on his lips.

—

Sid walked into his apartment, kicked off his shoes and collapsed into the armchair in his living room. He rolled his shoulders and grimaced, feeling the tightness growing from a long night of work. He reached into his pocket and fished out his wedding ring and slipped it back on just as his wife Lara walked in.

“Hello my love. Did you have a long night?” Lara sat in Sid’s lap and gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Long and hard, babe,” Sid said.

Lara stood back up and faced Sid with her fists planted on her hips. “Well, babe,” she said, “my night hasn’t even begun.”

A smirk broke across her lips and Sid beamed.

“Present.”

Coffee

Lana lay on her back on her bed. She’d had a long day at work, her neck was stiff, her back sore from being on her feet all day. A cool breeze blew through an open window in the kitchen. Lana stretched her arms out above her, easing the day’s tension away as best she could.

She owned at a popular local coffee shop, and with the university crowd back for the semester, she had no opportunity to take a break. However, she took solace in the fact that the interviews she held for new baristas went well, and soon she’d be able to get back to her big-picture owner duties.

Lana cracked her neck before rolling over onto her side and reaching for the book she’d started the night before. The spine still had that ‘new book’ stiffness, and the pages held the accompanying smell. She’d fallen asleep reading the night before and was hoping the same thing would happen this time around.

The story was a short romance novel set in early 1900’s England. She always preferred romance novels as her nighttime reading because of the dreams they tended to elicit. Lana had reached the Count’s seduction of the Lady T, when she felt her eyelids grow heavy. Just as the specter of sleep settled atop her, she heard her front door open and the familiar whistling of her love.

Samir opened the heavy door of the apartment and threw his bag to the side. He couldn’t get this irritatingly catchy jingle out of his head so he figured whistling along would somehow do the trick. He took off his shoes and padded his way through the living room towards the kitchen.

Passing the coffee table, he recognized Lana’s coffee shop’s ledgers strewn across its surface. Samir remembered Lana talking about how busy the shop was and the interviews she’d be conducting, so he went into action.

The first thing he did was put on a fresh pot of coffee. He knew, ironically, that Lana never drank the coffee she brewed at work. He tried to recall why, but realized he was getting distracted from the task at hand. Samir pulled out her favourite Ethiopian blend and scooped out the proportions for a strong brew. He poured the water and set the machine to start after he’d taken care of a few things.

As silently as he could, Samir began putting together some ingredients for the base for their dinner before checking in on Lana.

Samir walked over to Lana’s room which was down the hall from the kitchen. He peeked in and saw her laying on the bed. She had on her favourite over-sized yellow t-shirt with a ripped collar so it hung off her right shoulder. Samir smiled thinking about Lana’s habit of practically exploding out of her clothes when she got home from work.

He remembered a few instances where she’d stripped down to her bra and panties so quickly she didn’t notice Samir and his friends sitting in their living room. She lay with her hands strewn to her sides, her romance novel haphazardly laying to one side. Her head was tilted to the left, exposing her pale neck and shoulder where her t-shirt hung low. Samir stood in her bedroom doorway, his purple tie hanging loosely around his neck, his suit jacket removed, his slim fitting trousers and white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up.

Samir stared into the room, taking in every inch of Lana’s body. He licked his lips and his heart raced. He ran his hand through is long, black hair and walked quietly over to the bed. Samir crawled gently over Lana’s body, making his way straight to her exposed neck and shoulder, his lips driven to taste her skin.

Samir leaned down and began gently kissing Lana’s neck, his lips making the faintest of contact. He heard Lana breathe in deeply and quietly moan as she awoke.

“Shhh,” Samir whispered in her ear. His lips kissed her flush neck with more purpose, lingering against her flesh.

He pulled off his tie, the loosened knot releasing with little effort. Lana kept her eyes closed, moaning and squirming with pleasure. She wrapped her right arm around Samir’s body and dug her fingernails into his back. She felt his thick muscles tighten and she pressed harder, coaxing a reverberating growl from deep in his chest.

Samir finally released Lana’s neck, and before she had a moment to open her eyes he kissed her deeply. Lana’s legs wrapped around Samir’s waist, bringing his body in tight against hers. She felt his thrusts match his tongue wrestling hers, his bulge pressed firmly against the growing dampness between her legs.

“Rest your eyes, I’ve got you,” Samir whispered, blindfolding Lana with his tie.

Samir’s lips returned to Lana’s neck, making his way down her body. Each kiss left her momentarily breathless as the anticipation built for the next sensation of Samir’s soft lips against her skin. With her sight removed, all Lana’s other senses felt heightened. She could hear the light sound of every kiss, feel his warm breath behind each one. She became acutely aware of the goosebumps spreading across her body when she plotted Samir’s final destination.

Lana reached her hands down and grabbed handfuls of Samir’s hair, aching to feel his soft locks between her fingers. Abruptly Samir’s strong hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. She held her breath as silence filled the room. After what felt like an eternity, Lana heard the clang of a belt buckled and Samir’s deep voice whispering in her ear, “I’m in control.”

Before she knew it, Samir pulled her arms above her head and bound her wrists to the headboard.

Samir looked down at Lana as she squirmed. He took in her toned arms straining against their restraints and her large breasts stretching her shirt. Lana went still, and for a brief moment a smirk broke across her lips. That was Samir’s cue to finish what he’d started.

He continued his trail of kisses down Lana’s stomach and across her hips, each peck sloppier than the last. Samir finally reached the soaked warmth between Lana’s legs. He slowly peeled off her panties, following it down with more wet kisses.

With Lana’s lips finally free, Samir spreads her legs. He kissed her inner thighs and licked slowly across her soft skin. Lana gasped with each contact, her toes curling and arms flexing with Samir’s slow, torturous pace.

Lana moaned and whimpered, unable to bear the build-up. Suddenly, in a burst of sensation, Lana felt Samir’s tongue reach her drenched labia. Waves of pleasure washed over her as his tongue licked between her lips and up to her clit in one slow, sensuous motion. She gushed as he rhythmically flicked her swollen, hungry button, fiery passion surging through her with every touch. Lana screamed out as ecstasy washed over her.

Samir applied increasing and unrelenting pressure with the steady thrum of his tongue. Lana wanted to grab his hair and push his face deeper between her legs but could do nothing more than struggle against her restraints.

Pleasure built with every pulse of Samir’s tongue before he sealed his lips around Lana’s pussy and sucked vigorously. Lana screamed as the dueling sensations of Samir’s suction and pressured flicks triggered a stimulated tsunami. Lana’s back arched and her breath caught as fireworks of sensation exploded within her, every muscle in her body quivering and clenching simultaneously. The heightened sense of touch she felt only amplified her pleasure as she pushed her thighs together, holding Samir’s head between her legs for what she hoped was forever.

Samir grabbed Lana’s thighs and pinned them under his arms. She continued squirming, her immobile limbs only made her climb to orgasm that much more intense. She was at his mercy, completely.

Lana cried out as she soared through multiple orgasms, each one building upon the last. Her legs quivered and her body convulsed, her breath ragged from the torrent of pleasure emanating out from her clit and spreading through every cell in her body. Her thoughts were naught, only passion remained through the aftershocks that followed.

Samir looked down at his handiwork. A large wet spot stained the sheets between Lana’s supple thighs. He could see her abs flex instinctively with every aftershock rocking her sweat slicked body.

Samir gingerly stood up off the bed and quietly removed what was left of his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed and released Lana from her restraints. He saw the bright marks of struggle on Lana’s wrists and softly kissed and massaged them before finally removing her blindfold.

Lana’s breathing steadied as she came down from the orgasmic peak that consumed every fiber of her being just moments before. She blinked to adjust to the light as the blurry face staring down at her slowly came into focus. Samir’s black hair hung down and a small, infectious smile spread across his lips.

Lana smiled back as he leaned in and kissed her, his soft lips contrasting the throbbing heat pressed against her lower stomach. Samir rolled over onto his back next to her and slid his arm underneath her head. She rolled over to rest her head against his chest and lay her leg across his body, allowing his slow, deep breaths and strong embrace envelope her.

The two lay entwined as a cool breeze settled the heat of the bedroom, the smell of fresh coffee filling the air.