©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#702)
Only on rare occasions do I require her to fuck our clients. And yet each time she undresses, each time she steps into my office in nothing but her heels, and each time they smile at her and nod at me, I wonder. 
Which of us enjoys it more?

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#702)

Only on rare occasions do I require her to fuck our clients. And yet each time she undresses, each time she steps into my office in nothing but her heels, and each time they smile at her and nod at me, I wonder. 

Which of us enjoys it more?

Kitty and Cat

When I awoke, the two of them were clearly in a silly mood. They were poking each other and pulling the covers back and forth pretending they were quiet enough to let me sleep. Both of them had lost what little they came to bed in, and when they giggled the most, they wrapped their arms around each other and stared at me.


“I’m awake,” I whispered, rolling over to watch.


Kitty was on top, with her head between Cat’s breasts, and four sets of fingers were entwined in tangles of hair.


“We want to play,” Kitty whispered. Still watching me, she moved one hand down the side the other girls’ body before making a show of putting two fingers inside her. Cat arched her back and opened her legs with a grin that made it impossible for me not to kiss her. I pulled her head to me as Kitty moved down her body, her lips lingering on collar bone, breast, and stomach, before opening her with her tongue.


I lay next to them for a long while, listening to the moans and sighs that escaped both their lips. I kissed Cat over and over again and let my hands linger on her soft skin, only occasionally rubbing her clit. When Kitty reached over and wrapped her fingers around me I kissed harder, and when she moved her mouth to me as well I starting talking about love.


“I want to watch you fuck Cat,” she finally said, letting my cock go with a slippery pop. I pulled her up and kissed her even as she pushed me towards her friend. Cat’s legs opened wide as I crawled between them and for the first time since I’d known her she looked shy. She bit her lip and covered her eyes with one hand, and I didn’t give either of us enough time to think.


Her pussy was indescribable. By the time I was fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around me and we kissed until we could no longer breathe. Next to us Kitty rubbed her own cunt as she stared at us, and when she let us taste her fingers the laughter returned.


“Does she feel good?” she whispered to me as I moved faster.


“I’m in love,” was all I could say before Cat kissed me again, clenched, and started to come in delicious waves of easy pleasure. I followed almost instantly, my hands on her face, as I pushed as deeply inside her as I could go. I tried not to look away, hoping the mental image would sear itself onto my mind’s eye and stay with me forever. I kissed her harder as my body shook and trembled, and I whispered the words over and over again in her ear.


By the time we were done all three of us were crying with smiles on our faces.

 

-GNY

Three Frantic People

I was a stunt cock. Or maybe I was a dream that came and went in a drunken blur of smashing bodies. Either way it was ephemeral to the extent that I didn’t even feel guilty about it the next morning.


I wandered in far too late for anyone to be up, but they were naked in bed and ready. He tore my clothes off my body, and I climbed in with her between us. She curled up against me and for a few moments I thought sleep was more inevitable than anything else.


“You can come closer,” she whispered, breaking my doubts in half.


In my blurry memory it was only seconds later that I had a condom on and was between her legs. He was in her mouth and she was moaning and writhing on the bed like a shadow in the dark. I could hardly see myself thrusting inside her, but it didn’t matter. We were three frantic people fucking our brains out at two in the morning, and the last thing we cared about was what it looked like.


When I came it was sudden. I bit my lip and thrust so deeply inside her that she screamed. I scratched her thigh with my nails and pulled her hips down against me. She didn’t stop sucking, and he didn’t once let go of her hair. When I finally calmed down enough to climb behind her I watched in amazement as his movements grew faster. I reached a hand out to his ass and pulled him to her, straining in the dark to see her lips take him in.


He leaned down to kiss me just as he started to come, and all three of us held our breaths. Her hand was a blur, and at the last moment she let him go and we watched him cover her neck and shoulder. I kissed her hair as his moans quieted, and moments later he collapsed against her body.


As we lay there in the dark, barely on this side of sleep, I saw her smile in the dim light of the city streets.


I kissed her again and closed my eyes.

 

Guy New York

(If you enjoy my writing, you might like my new novel, The Island on The Edge of Normal, now available on Kindle and in Print.)

©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#591)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#537)
"Excuse me a moment while I kiss your wife."

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#537)

"Excuse me a moment while I kiss your wife."

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#509)
I have threesomes on my mind this morning.
Sometimes they’re so easy I surprise myself. Sometimes there’s laughing and joking along with fucking and coming and sometimes nothing feels difficult at all. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#509)

I have threesomes on my mind this morning.

Sometimes they’re so easy I surprise myself. Sometimes there’s laughing and joking along with fucking and coming and sometimes nothing feels difficult at all. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#496)
"Which one of you is going to fuck me first?"

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#496)

"Which one of you is going to fuck me first?"

Summer

They met in the street. Maybe he looked at her, or she looked at him looking at him? It didn’t really matter. Words came as hands reached out until it was lips and fingers instead.

It was hips and necks and someone grew harder as someone grew wetter. There were knees between legs and closed eyes. Someone was married and someone didn’t mind.

Minutes layer they found a fire escape looking out over the street, and they left clothes on the floor. Shoulders and hips and teeth. Tugging, pulling, and kissing. They prayed for a breeze until the bed called.

Limbs entwined, cocks grew hard and soft. Fingers entered and pinched.

Touching, scratching, fucking. Sighs. Moans. Laughter.

Exhaustion, an ice cube, and a phone number. Someone call someone and someone make sure it all happens again.

Summer.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#467)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#433)
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#390)
I sat down last night with The Dirty Gentleman and Ms. Darker to schedule new photo shoots. Needless to say, I’m rather excited. 

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#390)

I sat down last night with The Dirty Gentleman and Ms. Darker to schedule new photo shoots. Needless to say, I’m rather excited. 

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#372)
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#362)
Every time our hands touched her moans turned to sighs.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#362)

Every time our hands touched her moans turned to sighs.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#360)
This photo just sort of warms my heart.  Such lovely amazing people. Who are really fucking hot.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#360)

This photo just sort of warms my heart.  Such lovely amazing people. Who are really fucking hot.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#254)
Hand jobs are the new hand job.  

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#254)

Hand jobs are the new hand job.