An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: My Whor by Mina LaMeiux - 10/05/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest  - October 2012

The smell of leather wafted up to my nostrils. I felt the straps tight around my thighs, along my buttocks and cupping my cunt. The buckles jingled slightly as I moved. Naked, I stood in front of the mirror. My hands drifted to my hair, lifting it up and away from my face. My breasts became full; my nipples pert. My eyes gazed down, past my belly, to the source of my power. The dildo stood erect, its base pushing into my clit. Its girth is large, the head bulbous. Mimicked veins traced down its shaft and disappeared underneath the straps. I turned sideways, looking at myself in the mirror. I can see how large my faux cock was. I grinned, licking my lips, my hands drifted down to the cock.


One hand was on my hip, while the other gripped the shaft. I started pumping it slowly. My hand lazily drifted up to the head, circling it slightly and back down to the base. I closed my eyes and got lost in the feel of it. I stroke my cock, feeling every little detail, imagining it inside a tight ass or a hot cunt. I groaned loudly. Each stroke of my faux cock makes me feel more powerful. I hear a slight shift behind me. My eyes popped open and with a growl I turned to look at her.

My face turned sadistic as I let the cock go. It bobbed between my legs and as I move, I felt the delicious weight of it. She's crouched in the corner, eyes to the wall. My little innocent whore. Her hair was golden, her ass was round, and her back unmarked. I approached her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, and then pulled her away from the corner. She gasped and fell, fumbling to get back up on her knees. I held her head in place and she remained on all fours before me. I yanked her roughly by the hair and her soft blue eyes met my dark stare. She blinked; her face blank and not knowing what was/wasn’t allowed.

My hand moved to her face and she startled a bit as I ran my fingers along her cheek. They blushed immediately to my touch. I leaned down to her, squatting on my legs, knees level to her chin, the cock bouncing between my legs. I looked at her lovingly now. She was pretty. Her skin was soft and fragile. Her breasts were not large but not small – they were perfect. Her nipples were pink and hard.

"You'll be my innocent whore tonight won't you, girl?" I grinned at her.

She looked at me, her eyes indicating a yes, but her lips never moved. Finally, she whimpered out “Yes.”

"You'll have to do much better than that," I told her, letting go of her face as I stood up.

She knelt down to my feet; her lips touching my soft, sensitive skin as I felt her hot kisses all over my feet and toes.

"Please," Her body trembled, continuing to plead, "Please make me your whore."

"Do you suck cock, whore?" I replied, asking.

"Y-yes", she quietly answered.

"Then suck mine."

My whore got up onto her knees and took my cock into her hand, slowly trailing her tongue along the shaft. Her lips enclosed the cock head and she dipped her head towards me. I felt her mouth stroke down the shaft as I closed my eyes, letting my fingers caress through her hair, while I imagined to myself what it felt like to have a real cock in her mouth. I held her lightly, loving the feel of moving with her.

Feeling her head move down my shaft and back up again, I couldn’t help utter out, "Suck it like a hungry whore. Show me you want me to fuck you with my cock."

I heard her moan deeply; I feel the vibrations through the shaft. She sucked harder and faster. I feel myself naturally bucking my hips. My hands gripped her tighter, and I move a little more forcefully into her. I groaned, getting lost in the power; I could feel myself aching to fuck her, but not like this.

I regretfully pulled away from her, playing into her very desire, "Do you want me to fuck you?'

"Yes, please. I need you to fuck me." She begged, without my needing to ask.

I lost power over her for a moment; my cunt ache and throb. I suspected she felt the same way too. My clit ached underneath the faux dildo. I needed to fuck – now!

The anticipation flowed through me as I commanded, "Get on the bed and lie down."

She moved quickly and with eagerness she spread her legs as I saw her pink, soft cunt; it glistens in the light. I smelled her arousal as invaded my nostrils. I hungered for her. I wanted to own her and make her my very own whore.

"Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me to take you as my whore," I growled, holding my toy-like cock against her slit.

She moaned before speaking, "Fuck me," she panted. "Please fuck me. I want your cock. Fuck me hard and make me your whore. Make it hurt, I don't care. I just need your cock inside me."

I gripped her hip with one hand, letting my other hand guide my cock into her. I felt her body tense below me as I enter her slowly. She holds her breath as I pushed my cock to the hilt within her. I stayed there, both hands on her body now. I leaned against her, feeling my breasts pressed into her. I am balancing between being a woman and a cock. I panted against her body, while I felt her warm breath against my ear.

I pushed away, my hands were back at her hips, while I continued to thrust inside her, slowly, but rhythmically. I felt her muscles around the dildo ever so slightly. She moaned loudly with each thrust, at the same time, her nails dug along my hips, on to my ass.

I wanted her to... closing my eyes, I bellowed out, "Let it all go, whore! Let me hear your passion!"

She groaned louder, her hips rocked into me with each thrust.

I fuck her faster now. Pulling far back and plunging hard into her. Her breath escapes in gasps and she yelps in pleasure. "Oh fuck," she whimpers. "Yes, yes.. give me more. Make me your whore."

I fucked her savagely, showing no mercy. My hand gripped on to her hair and I pull back hard. Her yelps turned into screams. I grunted into her, leaving the woman I am behind as I took her like an animal.

I felt muscles getting tighter around my cock as her screams become more urgent. "Come for me, whore! I want your slutty wetness all over my cock!"

I leaned back into her; pressing my body against hers. She was trapped beneath me. My cunt ached as I push it into her. My cock pumped in and out of her slick hole as I grinded my clit against her. I throbbed just as much for her as she did for me. I felt her moans escalated over my ear, while my moans joined hers’.

"I'm going to cum!" she breathed.

"Yes, do it!" I spoke into her ear.

I fucked her harder, pushing into her, causing her to be pushed hard into the bed. Her body grinded against the mattress, while mine grinded against hers. Her screams escalated with each pant leaving her body; I too, begin breathing hard against her. My hands forced themselves beneath her. and I cupped her breasts together, pulling her harder against mine. I felt her body tremble when my fingers pinched her delicate nipples. She screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm shook her body. I continued to pump her back and forth, but her muscles began clamping down on the cock. I gave into my own needs and started grinding my clit into her. As her orgasm began to subside, I felt the heat well up inside me and I exploded. My screams followed hers and I trembled against her.

I laid there panting and smiling, "You are my whore now. All mine."

She sighed contently while I pulled away from her. My cock slid out regretfully and it was covered in her sex. My hand reached down to touch it as my eyes moved back to the mirror. I watch myself as I took her sex into my fingers and brought them up to my lips. I inhaled the scent of her before licking my own fingers. This was my prize and she is my whore.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Trio by Mina - 03/25/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words: April Entry

Rebecca takes the last sip of her appletini and sighs the day away. She’s completely deep in thought, stabbing the maraschino cherry in her glass with a toothpick and oblivious to the two young gentlemen who sit on either side of her at the bar. All she can think of is the disastrous sales pitch she gave today. She flew all this way for nothing and will have to face her boss once she gets back into the office on Monday. She sighs deeply once more and begins to wave the bartender over for another drink when the gentleman to her right interrupts.




“Please, allow us.” His voice is deep and friendly. Rebecca nods in agreement, a quizzical look on her face. “One more for the lady, and two beers on tap for us.”



He turns to her, offering his hand. “Hi, my name is Todd and beside you is my brother Matt.”



Rebecca shakes Todd’s hand and turns to her side to shake the hand of Matt. They most certainly look like brothers. Perhaps even twins? “My name is Rebecca.”



“Nice to meet you Rebecca,” chimes in Matt. Their drinks are served and Rebecca takes a nice long sip. “Out of town I take it?”



“Yes, I am,” she answers.



The three of them sit at the bar for thirty minutes as Rebecca discusses her business trip and the fiasco that was the meeting earlier today. She nearly burst into tears out of frustration, but having the two brothers by her side felt oddly comforting. She finds out they are twins, just not identical. She takes the last sip of her drink and places the glass down on the bar. Rebecca contemplates ordering another drink. She can feel the vodka smoothing away the edge of the day. Or was it the hands of the two brothers slowly stroking each of her thighs? Todd reaches into her empty glass, picks up the cherry and brings it to her lips. She tastes the syrup with the tip of her tongue.



As she opens her mouth and Todd pushes the cherry past her lips he asks, “Would you care for the company of two men in your bed tonight?” She takes the cherry into her mouth and wraps her lips around Todd’s finger, sucking on him as he pulls out of her mouth.



She begins delicately sucking on the cherry in her mouth, when Matt leans into her, takes her face into his hands and begins kissing her deeply. His tongue curls inside her and steals the cherry away from her mouth and into his own. He pulls away, chuckling as he eats his treat. Rebecca sees Todd taking care of the bar tab and she slowly descends from the bar stool, fishing in her purse for the hotel room key card.



The two men follow her to the elevator, each one on either side, each one placing a hand on her back. She blushes as the elevator arrives and an older couple eyes them before stepping out. The trio enter the elevator and she barely has time to push the button to her floor before both men have sandwiched her between them. Todd kisses her mouth deeply as Matt presses into her from behind. She can feel his lips on her neck and his erection on her backside. She moans into Todd’s mouth and he kisses her even harder.



The elevator doors open and they all hurry down the hallway to Rebecca’s room. None of them want to prolong the evening’s fun any longer. She fumbles with the key card, but then the door opens, and the brothers push her inside, shutting the door behind them.



The two work as a team, Todd in front of Rebecca and Matt behind her. Todd kisses her as Matt pulls her blazer off. Todd rips her blouse open, removing it and Matt unclamps her bra. Todd barely takes a moment to appreciate the fine French lace before removing her bra, as Matt unzips the back of her skirt, pulling it down her hips and to the floor. Todd grabs hold of her stockings and lace panties and pushes them down to the floor as well, helping Rebecca step out.



Naked, Rebecca blushes and giggles in shyness, but when she sees the look in the brothers’ eyes, her body flushes with arousal. She moves to the bed with a wicked smile on her face. She is going to have fun tonight.



“I want you both to stand side by side in front of me,” she addresses the brothers. “I want to suck both your cocks.”



The brothers grin at each other before peeling their clothes off and stand in front of Rebecca. She gazes at their near matching bodies in amazement. Both bodies perfectly chiseled, works of art. Their cocks were nearly identical in size and shape. The network of blood vessels gave them each their distinct look. Rebecca watched as each brother stroked his own cock slowly.



She replaced their hands with her own, one hand on each cock, stroking them slowly. She moved in closer with her mouth. Licking each cock, before taking each one into her mouth for a few strokes. The room echoed with her hungry licking and sucking. She pushed the cocks together as much as she could, the brothers maneuvering to oblige, and she tried sucking on both cocks at once. She barely managed the heads.



“You’re a hungry cock whore, Rebecca,” Matt observed. “I don’t think we’ve had one as delightful as her before. Would you agree, Todd?”



“Oh yes, Matt. I agree”



Knowing that the brothers often shared a woman did nothing but arouse Rebecca even farther. She wanted both of them badly. She wanted both of them inside her.



“I want you both to fuck me at the same time,” Rebecca begged.

“How would you like us to fuck you, Rebecca?” Matt cooed while Todd grabbed the condoms out of his pant’s pocket.



“I think I know what a dirty little slut like Rebecca wants,” Todd says as he unwraps a condom, rolls it onto his dick and lays himself onto the bed. He tosses Matt the other wrapped condom as he beckons Rebecca over to sit on him.



Rebecca slides onto Todd’s cock easily. She moans as her wetness eases him inside her and pushes him in deep. She fucks him slowly, feeling the pleasure already building inside her. She hears Matt unwrap the condom and rolling it onto his cock. Todd’s hands find her hips and help guide her up and down his throbbing shaft.



Suddenly, she feels a hand pushing her forward, exposing her ass. She feels the weight of Matt shift the mattress as he places himself behind her. “Is this what you want, Rebecca? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass while my brother fucks your pussy? Do you want to be doubly penetrated?”



“Yes,” Rebecca nearly screams. “Oh God, yes. Fuck me in the ass. I want to feel two cocks inside me.”



Rebecca continues to ride Todd’s cock as his brother pries her cheeks apart. His tongue begins rimming her asshole, letting his saliva lubricate the tight hole. Then she feels it. His cock head begins pressing against her tight hole. He pushes into her and at first she feels like she’s made a big mistake, but he presses on, stretching her and suddenly she is mad in pleasure. She can feel both cocks, stretching her, each filling her with pleasure. The new sensations over take her. She is wild in arousal, feeling these two cocks working together, stuffing her.



The brothers move slow, but deliberately. Each thrust is delivered with precise pleasure. Matt grunts into her ear from behind. Todd moans into her neck. Rebecca is over come with pleasure and her orgasm rips out from her body. She screams as she feels the pulsations of her cunt and ass at once. The stimulation of both cocks, in both of her holes at once, sends wave after powerful wave of orgasms. The brothers, stimulated by her orgasm, release their own pleasure. They grunt and growl, feeling each of their own orgasms through the thin wall separating their cocks from within her.



Matt pulls out slowly as Rebecca collapses on Todd. He rolls her slowly over to her side as he pulls out and gets up from the bed, disposing the used condom in the restroom with his brother beside him. They watch as Rebecca, exhausted from the recent activity, powerful orgasm and nightmare of a day, slowly begins drifting off to a short nap. They notice her phone buzzing in a message and being nosy, they discover it is a text from her boss, congratulating her on the success of today’s meeting.



“Shall we wake her to tell her?” asks Todd.



“We must certainly will. She’ll be delighted to hear this day wasn’t a total disaster,” winks Matt.



He moves onto the bed and rolls her onto her back. She begins to wake as he moves between her legs, pushing them apart. He intends on waking her up properly, tongue on clit. Meanwhile, Todd readies himself with her phone, happy to help deliver the good news.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: The Cocktail Party by Mina Lamieux 02/21/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words: Februay 2012 Entry

“Fuck this shit,” Craig gulps the last of his whiskey and hisses as the alcohol burns down his throat. He’s had enough of the annual corporate cocktail party. Same boring party, but different year. At least he’s managed to get his fill from the open bar. His decision to come by cab was a smart one. As Craig fiddles in his suit pocket for his cell phone, he is suddenly distracted by a lovely vision of feminine beauty. She’s tall and slender with just the right curves. Her black gown sparkles in the light of the giant chandelier overhead. Craig no longer feels the need to depart the cocktail party so quickly. He waves another whiskey over from the waitress, as he keeps his eyes on the black gowned beauty. He feels a stirring in his pants as he watches her move across the room, searching for someone. Their eyes meet and the blood instantly rushes to his growing erection. Craig shifts his posture and nods a hello at her. She smiles sweetly, sweeping a wisp of dark hair behind her ear. Craig waves her over and as she is about to take a step towards him, another man takes her arm.




“Amy!” says the man. “You’ve made it, finally!” Amy is quickly led away to the other side of the bar, but not without giving another backwards glance at Craig.



“Fuck, just my luck,” he grumbles. “My boss’s date.” He and Steve, though they get along professionally, never get along in more personal settings. The two avoid each other at all costs. Steve always hosts the annual corporate cocktail party. It’s his shining hour to rub elbows with the big wigs. Craig despises his brown nosing and more so, the fact he has such a beautiful date like Amy, on his arm tonight.



Craig’s whiskey arrives and he begins to gulp it down as he watches Steve and Amy make their rounds around the room. No doubt the big wigs appreciate such a lovely trophy on Steve’s arm.



Suddenly, Amy excuses herself from the group of men and makes her way towards the door that will lead her out of the banquet hall. She smiles at Craig as she passes by and instantly his pulse races. He knows the alcohol is coursing through his brains, but he can not deny the scent of her perfume as she passes by. He wants her. He wants to touch her in places that maybe Steve never has and in ways he probably never could.



Craig put his glass down and quickly makes his way out the door in search of Amy. He walks down the corridor, passing by the ladies room. Could she be in there? No. He catches a glimpse of her outside on the balcony behind glass doors. She is smoking a cigarette and to his delight, she is alone.



Craig looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is paying attention. A group of chatty, drunk women make their way to the washroom. Craig decides to make his move. He notices the curtains have been drawn away from the doors. He quickly unlatches the curtains and makes the fabric fall in front of the doors, shielding any outsider’s view.



Quickly, he shuffles through the curtains and opens the door to the balcony, closing it behind him. A startled Amy looks at him, before letting a poof of smoke escape her lungs.



“Jesus, you scared me. I thought you were Steve.” She giggles.



“Why? Does he not approve of you being away from his side?” Craig’s distaste is evident in his voice.



“No, silly,” Amy pats Craig on the arm, causing his cock to throb. “He doesn’t approve of my smoking.”



“You know,” Craig moves in closer to Amy. “I can think of something else he wouldn’t approve of.” He takes her in his arms and begins kissing her. His lips press hard into hers. At first she begins to resist, but then her body begins to relax into his. Amy flicks the cigarette off the balcony and wraps her hands around Craig’s neck. She opens her mouth and their tongues begin to dance. They break their kiss and pant with lust.



“I do believe you are right…. I don’t even know your name?” Craig watches Amy’s chest heave as the words escape her mouth.



“My name is Craig and I want you Amy.”



“How did you….?” Craig kisses her again, only this time, he lets his fingers do the talking. He runs his hands up and down her sides and she moans into his mouth. His hand cups her breast and he finds her nipples fully erect to his touch. He must have them in his mouth.



He moves his hands to the back of her gown and slowly unzips her. The fabric falls to a puddle at her feet.



“You’re crazy, Craig! Right here?”



“Yes, Amy. Right here.” He devours her breasts making her gasp and moan. While one hand cups and squeezes her breast, the other holds it in place for him to suckle. Her nipples are hard in his mouth. His cock is hard and presses against his pants. He stops long enough to shed his suit jacket and dress shirt, before devouring her once more.



He runs his hand down her side, through the black string of her thong and squeezes her ample flesh making her gasp. Amy’s hand finds his and she presses him harder into her thigh, willing him to squeeze her harder till it leaves a mark. Her lips find his ear and she whispers, “Take me. Right here, right now.”



Craig turns her around and Amy’s warm flesh is pressed into the cold cement of the balcony. She holds on as she feels Craig slide her thong down her legs. She steps out with one foot before spreading her legs and arching her back. She wants him. She wants him to take her like this out in the balcony.



Craig unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. They fall to his knees. He doesn’t care how ridiculous this could look to an outsider watching. All he knows is, he’s going to fuck Amy. He’s going to fuck, naked, beautiful Amy under the moonlight out on the balcony.



Craig’s erection is strong. He pushes against Amy’s swollen pussy lips. Her wetness bathes him as he presses forward. His cockhead pushes into her folds and she nearly screams as he stretches her around him. He thrusts deep into her and the air is forced out of her body. Over and over Craig thrusts hard into her.



“Yes, like that,” Amy pants. “Fuck me hard and fast just like that.”



Craig speeds up his pace. He fucks her like an animal. His hand takes hold of her dark hair and he pulls her back into him. She moans loudly as he continues to fuck her tight pussy. He rides her. He takes in every beautiful movement of her body. He listens to every gasp and moan of her pleasure until finally, after she howls her orgasm into the moonlight, Craig pulls out of her, releasing his own orgasm all over her backside.



Amy feels the warmth of each spurt hitting her backside while Craig growls in pleasure. His spunk begins to run down her leg as he smears the last of his sex on her skin. Panting, he steps back, looking at the masterpiece he has just created. Fuck, she’s beautiful. He pulls his pants back up and puts his shirt and jacket back on, adjusting himself as if nothing has happened at all.



Craig helps Amy pull her dress back on and zips her up. She kisses him deeply while placing her thong in his suit pocket.



“Something to remember me by.” She smiles. “Would you like a smoke?”



“I don’t normally smoke,” Craig says. “But tonight, I shall make an exception.”



The two light up and admire the silence of the night and each other’s company before the doors to the balcony open abruptly.



“There you are, Amy!” Steve’s voice bellows. “And you are smoking! You know how much I hate that!”



“Yes,” Amy answers coyly. “I do know how much you don’t approve.” She flicks her cigarette over the edge of the balcony and gives Craig a smile over her shoulder, before joining Steve once more and leaving.



Craig watches her leave and grins to himself. “Fuck, what a night.” He can’t help but chuckle as he thinks about Amy’s skin painted in his spunk underneath her dress. He pats the fabric of her thong within his pocket and looks down on the ground. What’s this? He picks up the small card, a business card. It’s Amy’s. He tucks it away for safekeeping. “Till we meet again,” he smiles.