We were on holiday in lovely Barcelona, a southern European city on a short break. It was a nice place and we were enjoying our stay having been there a few days already. This day had started out fine and we had spent the morning having a leisurely time walking around city seeing the sights and doing a bit of shopping. As the day wore on it began to cloud over and as we were wandering along the main shopping street heading back towards our hotel a rain shower started.nnLooking around to find somewhere to take shelter, Jane noticed a sign above a doorway on the other side of the street between the larger shops. She pointed it out to me, 'Sex Museum' it read. Seeing as this was smack bang in the middle of the main shopping area and not down some seedy back ally I figured that it would be okay to take a look, we could at least pass the time till the shower was over and it might be fun too.nnWe hurriedly crossed the street and went into the narrow entrance. There was a little booth where we paid our entrance fee to a young lady before climbing a set of steep steps leading into a series of rooms situated above the retail shops below. The exhibits were what you would probably call more in the arena of erotica than pornography. They featured things like phallic and fertility symbols from various cultures, the karma sutra, old erotic paintings or drawings, stuff like that. nnWe spent about half an hour having a wander round in mild amusement and curiosity looking at the exhibits whilst trying not to catch the eye too much of the few other visitors who were probably just there seeking shelter themselves. By then the rain looked like it was settling in for the day so we decided to make a run for our hotel and so hastily made our way back through the tall narrow streets to our cozy little place in the old quarter of the city.nnOur room was on the 3rd floor with a little balcony overlooking a narrow street below, it was small but comfy. We opened a bottle of wine that we had bought earlier and relaxed, perhaps reading for a bit or trying to make sense of the foreign TV. I suppose that visiting the museum had aroused us a bit, and after a couple of glasses the drink helped too as neither of us are big drinkers by any stretch. Soon we were feeling randy and not a little drunk as we snuggled up lying on the bed together kissing. I was running my hands over her lovely bum. I got up and pulled the curtains over the tall windows and then went back to lay with Jane in the dim light of the overcast day. I undid the buttons of her jeans and slid them down, throwing them onto the floor by the bed.

Hey since this is the end of my first story on literotica I'd really appreciate any comments or tips that could help me improve my writing. Thanks in advance, hope you like it ;)nn*nnAfter finally falling asleep in complete exhaustion on Friday night, I wake up to a dull ache in my wrists, whimpering softly in my sleep as I struggle against the cuffs. The reason I've been struggling so hard is beyond me until you flick your tongue lazily over my exposed clit again. Still half in the fog of sleep I drag my eyes open and glance down at you as you rub your thumb lightly over it, looking up at me as I wake, 'Morning Fuckslave, better mind your wrists there, you've been pulling quite a while' nnI look up at my wrists which are indeed quite raw, and try to reposition myself so they don't get rubbed so much. I'm doing quite well holding still against the onslaught of sensation until you reach over to get my vibe, holding it straight in front of my mouth, 'Suck it'. Eager to please you I take the vibe as deep as I can, sucking and licking it hungrily as you lightly stroke your hardening cock.nnWhen its slick and shiny, and you're satisfied I've done a good job on it, you pull away and lie back between my legs, tracing the (still turned off) vibe around the tops of my thighs and over my lips, just barely brushing my swollen clit. 'Mmmm oh please Sir, fuck me with it' I moan softly, aching to feel any kind of pressure in my cunt, knowing it'll really only make the need worse. nn'Hmm?' You murmur, pretending you haven't heard me, forcing me to repeat it, the desperation you heard last night edging my voice again. 'Oh, you mean this' you say, sliding the vibe deep into my soaking cunt, rocking it back and forth gently. Keening softly in my throat, I rock slightly back against you as you turn it on, pulsing my cunt hard around it on every downstroke. 'Ah ah, don't get too excited slut, if you cum without my permission I'll cane your ass til its purple' You say, flicking your tongue lightly over my clit on the last word. nnI tense up hard under you as I get more excited, trying to concentrate on anything but the sensations you're giving me. A few strokes later I'm unable to control myself, my hips grinding in time to meet the vibe, struggling harder now as I beg you to stop, 'Mmmm Sir please, stop, mmm I'm so close, I can't stand it much longer, please.' But you just speed up as I plead you to stop, pushing me to the very edge til I'm almost hysterical trying to hold back, only then gradually slowing down and finally turning the toy off.nnAs I relax back on the bed, temporarily exhausted from trying so hard to hold back, I shudder as you pull the vibe from my well fucked hole, glancing down at you as you bring it up to my mouth. 'Don't stop til every last drop of your fuckjuices have been swallowed' you order, sliding the vibe deep into my mouth as I suck and lick just as eagerly as before, hungry for my own juices. 'Now Slut, I'm sure you're wondering when you'll be allowed cum.' Knowing better than to say anything, I just keep licking and sucking the vibe, glancing at you warily as you go on.

The Greek House was located near UNLV and was a magnet for college students. It was alive and vibrated with excitement. Since drinking had just banned on campus, it drew an even larger crowd than normal. The addition of the Clearwater girls, advertising a new low-carbohydrate beer, drew more on top of that. Bodies were packed tightly together in violation of public occupancy laws. Togas were optional.nnNick and Warrick selectively scanned the crowd like two sharks after a ship sinking. They didn't want to waste any energy on anything but the best. And they had a lot to choose from. The place was packed with young women in various stages of drunkenness.nn"What do you think?" Nick asked over the loud din of rap music that blared from several speakers.nn"A target rich environment," Warrick responded. "Let's look around."nnNick shook his head in disbelief and smiled as two girls, scantily clad in tiny white shorts and white blouses knotted off beneath their jiggling breasts, writhed in each other's arms to the rhythm of music. Both had dyed blond hair, hard bodies, and gorgeous legs and faces. One sensed him looking, glanced over, and smiled. She gestured for him to join in. Warrick had moved through a wall of bodies and disappeared, so Nick accepted the invitation.nnHe stepped up to the girls, slipped his arms around their slender waists, and moved his body with theirs.

Marty pulled his gray vest in tighter, trying to keep out the chill October wind. He had just finished up an eight hour shift at work in the local convenience store and was looking to get home to relieve a little 'pressure.' Working with attractive but unattainable women all day was starting to grate on his calm. What's more, he had to take the brunt of frustration from a few hundred people looking to get their chocolate fix each day.nnThe instant he got home he planned to march straight up to his room, find some internet porn, and tease out a good load.nnEven as he tried to distract himself, though, his thoughts couldn't help but wander to the skimpy paycheck he had tucked in his pocket; it would barely cover his back rent. He'd be eating ramen for another month, but at least he'd still have his apartment. He pulled it out and tore it open. Damn, it was even less than last month. Well, it would still cover rent. Just no fancy ramen. Just good, old-fashioned bread.nn"Ouch. That hurts."nnMarty turned around to see a tall, muscular man in a nice suit who had been reading his paycheck over his shoulder. "Pardon me?"nnThe man grinned, but didn't look contrite. "Sorry. It's just that I'm a financial planner, so seeing a paycheck like that hurts me on a personal and professional level."nnMarty was about to retort with a biting remark, but the man cut him off.