Some of my ribald tales even made it to the Erotic Stories website for publication.
It's been a while since I attempted another story, but since I got bored, I decided tonight to smash out another erotic tale featuring my "addiction" for grinding on Gabby's fine ass.
I just finished it a couple of hours ago and submitted it to the ES site for publishing.
Pardon the one-handed typing....I was very horny while typing this.
Let me know your thoughts about it. Like it or spike it? Smash or pass?
Gabby Cures My Ass Grinding Addiction – Sort Of (Just Another Gabby Quinteros Fantasy)
by AnthonyJK
(Well...it’s been a good while since I’ve posted an erotic story; life sometimes gets in the way of fun. But, since I have some time, and Gabby is still as hot as ever, I decided that it was time to post another fantasy scenario regarding my personal dreams regarding sexin’ it up with Mexicana MILF adult performer and self-described “unabashed slut” Gabby Quinteros. As always, this is only a fantasy, and any inferred reference between the characters in this story and real life people are strictly coincidental.)
I have to admit it….I am addicted to sex.
Not in the way you normally think “sex addiction” is, though. I don’t go around town wearing nothing but a trenchcoat, flashing my naked self to any decent looking woman I see, for example. That’s sexual harassment, or even worse. And, although I am an avid consumer and watcher of porn, especially the kind that features hot, sexy women who aren’t afraid of showing off their love of dick and pussy, it’s not to the point where I completely abandon life to wanking off to naked women doing sexy things to and with each other, themselves, and equally horny men and women.
However, I have to admit that one of my major weaknesses when it comes to sexual attraction and arousal is seeing a healthy, fit, and fine woman who is so into her sluttitude that she would rather bathe in cum (hers and her partners) than bathe in water. A woman who’s not afraid to walk in her living room scantily clad or full-on naked. A woman who is daring enough to flash her ass or titties at someone she likes just for the pleasure of it. A woman who is so into her pussy that she knows when she has to scratch that itch, so to speak, and that itch comes more than just once or twice a day. A woman who, even when she dresses conservatively to cloak her abundant sexuality, can’t help but show even a little bit of her basic inner slut nature just to tease the guys and get them hot and bothered and concerned about how to relieve the sudden bulging of their pants. Or, for women, the dampness of their panties...if they wear panties, that is.
It also helps if the subject of my sexual desires is stacked with an abundant rack of gorgeous breasts with nipples hard and big enough to poke through the strongest, thickest fabric, with or (preferably) without a bra, with cleavage deep enough to drive an 18-wheeler through that valley between them. But, my deepest desires are from the back end….I absolutely lose my religion at the sight of a nice, round, plump, juicy set of buttocks, whether covered in tight jeans or leggings, barely covered in thongs or slingbacks or T-backs, or just plain bare-ass naked (pun intended). I catch the sight of an otherwise sexy woman bent over showing off her peachy-ripe ass, and I lose all control of my lusts. There are times I almost have to run to the nearest restroom to relieve the stress, if you catch me; because I am so dangerously close to rubbing my crotch right then and there, or even unzipping my pants and stroking it right there, especially if there is no one around to get squicked out. Yeah, I got it that bad.
Thankfully, I am such a disciplined person that I can keep my desires under wraps and live and work within the world like a normal, healthy man in his 50’s. I have such an ultimate respect for all women that I am able to understand the value of consent and mutual respect for boundaries; so I can play it cool and keep my urges under control, waiting until I am in private venues to work (as in wank, usually) off the sexual stress I am usually under..
However, there is one particular act that seriously tests my will and resistance: ass grinding. I see a sexy woman wearing tight clothing from the waist down, or a thin bikini bottom that shows off her bottom, and I can barely control the urge to sneak behind her and grind my woefully stretched crotch against that juicy goodness until I blow my wad in my pants. All of my hottest fantasies of late have consisted of scenarios where I approach a gorgeous, fit, and sexy lady in a private or semi-public venue and end up humping her sweet ass until I can’t take it any more and blast my boy batter on her. Always consensual and with her approval and mutual pleasure, of course….like I said, I respect women too damn much to impose my sexual fetishes on them without their approval or consent.
Before recently, I was really afraid to tell women about my particular fetish of ass grinding, because I feared they would think of me as some kind of pervert and trenchcoat-wearing harasser. Not only do I not want to impose this on them against their will, but I have a profound fear of retaliatory violence from asking the wrong woman to accept my particular desire. Don’t get me wrong here; I can get off on all kinds of sex, and I have no particular prejudices in body type, skin color, or other physical characteristics. If you are physically fit and/or you love sex for its and your own pleasure, that is all right by me. My only requirements is to be honest about what you like or dislike about sex, set your own boundaries and make them adhere to them (but personally challenge them on occasion), choose your partners wisely to avoid users and abusers, and insist on getting your own pleasure out of the situation. Anyone can play a slut for show; I prefer women who walk the talk and live the slut life safely and sanely, but unabashedly and shamelessly.
And that’s how I met Gabby, my inspiration and sexual muse.
This luscious Latina, third generation Mexican-American, is the epitome of a beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous, and insightful woman who also doubles as an insatiable and unabashed sex-craving slut. Deep brown eyes that could snare an unsuspecting target from afar; lips that could suck out your heart but would be far happier sucking a 10-inch cock or two or five; a perfectly fit body honed through daily workouts and nightly trysts; delectable 38 DDD boobs with nipples so large that even the thickest bras couldn’t contain them when fully erect – if she actually wore bras, because she preferred to go full commando and just let them stick through whatever clothing she wore; and legs strong enough to kick a fool’s ass if he got too aggressive, but subtle enough to wrap around your head gently if you licked her clit right.
But it was her ass….Oh, Goddess, that ASS….that hooked me to her. Absolutely the plumpest, peachiest, ripest, juiciest, awe inspiring and dick-hardening ass I’ve ever seen in my life….and trust me, I’ve seen plenty of fine booty in magazines and porn videos. The way that it jutted out from her strong, healthy back from doing daily squats, the way it curved and bowed out when she wore short skirts; the way she wore the tightest jeans and leggings and jean shorts that celebrated every luscious curve and contour….my goodness, it always got to me hard, and got me hard, just thinking about her, let alone watching her. As sexy as all fuck she was from the front, she was absolutely deadly from the back end...and I’m not alone, thanks to the comments from other men lucky enough to gaze at her perfect peach from afar and having to relieve their own stress between their legs.
And the absolute best thing about Gabby was that she was as much an unabashed slut as she was sexy. When she wasn’t completely naked gavotting around her home and property, she tended to move around in clothing that celebrated her sexiest features and attracted both stares and bulging crotches….and she took full advantage of those she liked most. She never seemed to be without a man any day, and she was very much open about her craving for dick….and especially male cum. She preferred larger sized cock for sucking and fucking, but she wasn’t too finicky about size as long as they shot massive wads all over her face, boobs, ass, or other parts of her body. She didn’t even mind swallowing cum, either, which was a nice difference from other women who would rather spit from the bitterness of boy batter. Oh, and she was very much a pussy houndress as well, too; she would invite women over for lick-and-suckfests, too.
If you will recall from some of my earlier stories, I first met Gabby when she became my new boss while I worked in retail at a local store. She had found out about my love of porn through my websites and social media happenings, and had called me to her office to warn me that the new owners of the store were rather prudish conservatives who would frown upon my semi-private musings and could even terminate my job. She then said that she was leaving herself to start up her own adult bookstore and sex shop, and invited me to quit that job and work for her. The pay was enough to accept her offer, and then she offered to set me up a room at her estate to stay temporarily until I could afford to get my own apartment.
And then, she said that she knew all about my sexual fetishes from communicating on line with cyber friends of mine; and she not only had no problems with them, but she could even find a way to relieve those stresses….provided that I could tolerate being in a highly sexualized environment with lots of hot, naked, cock-hardening women and open, explicit sex. And to test my resistance to (or, more likely, my acceptance of) outward sexual aggression, Gabby proceeded to come around to me, make me stand up, tease me to the point of unbelievable sexual arousal with her sexy voice and body, and started grinding her ass against my covered erection. That was all it took for me to lose my mind and control, and I started humping back at her until we were practically dry-fucking each other. That first time, I didn’t get as far as to undress her before I exploded in my pants; but she promised that there would be much more of that cumming if I worked for her satisfactory enough.
I moved in with her right after that, staying in a basement room right next to the main house where Gabby resided and hosted her daily and nightly trysts. Though I did my best to behave myself and act like a gentleman most of the time, her slutty demeanor combined with her sexy body and raptuous voice, and of course, that juicy ass, to sexually torture me to no end. She would always tease me constantly with wearing scant clothing or nothing at all, bending over to show off those lovely cheeks, or feeling up her bountiful tits through and underneath her blouse or shirt. I would always end up on my bed, furiously masturbating and popping off, thinking about her and especially that ass of hers, wanting desperately to grind my naked cock against her, among other things.
That was as far as it went….until that fateful day she teased me past the breaking point and I lost all control.
That morning, Gabby had came down to alert me that breakfast was ready. Since I wasn’t “decent” at the time; because I usually sleep naked or only with boxers, I alerted her that I had to get dressed before I could come up. As she started to leave, she saw out of the corner of her eye one of my XXX magazines that I usually look at when I am feeling horny. The cover was of a delectable and fully stacked porn performer with a luscious ass good enough to eat (almost as good as Gabby’s, that is).
Gabby, barely dressed in her nightgown and naked underneath except for a delightfully bare set of thin thong panties and a sports bra that barely contained her abundant titties, turned to me and said: “So, you’re an ass man, huh?”
I responded, after nearly coughing away my breath in surprise at her direct question: “I’m an all body man, but asses do turn me on.”
Gabby’s eyes sparkled as she grinned and responded back: “Mine’s better than hers, though...don’t you think, Anthony?” She then turned, removed her nightgown and shook her nearly bare ass at me, then sash-shayed her way out the door and back up, yelling on the way, “Breakfast is getting cold, love...even if I’m hot!!”
“Damn, she is fucking sexy,” I thought to myself as I put on my sweatpants and an old shirt and made my way upstairs to the kitchen.
As I made my way to the kitchen, I noted the smell of eggs, bacon, sausage….and something else having nothing to do with breakfast. More like….the scent of sex. The scent I sometimes got when I passed by Gabby’s bedroom. (Did I mention to you that she was a voracious slut? She always seemed to have her hand or a sex toy around her pussy, and even with all the men she fucked and sucked, she also had the cravings so much that she got herself off a plenty.) That scent sent the blood rushing to my dick to harden it instantly. But, I remembered that I had to eat breakfast first, not eat her pussy….that was only the appetizer. OOPS….”Control yourself, Dawg,” I admonished silently to myself as I approached the refrigerator to get some milk to go with my breakfast.
The fridge was right across from the kitchen sink and counters, and there was a narrow corridor I had to pass in order to get to it. Gabby was right there, in front of the sink, in all her nearly naked sexy splendor, right in the way of opening the fridge door. “Oh, pardon me,” I said as I went to pass her to open the door; and as I did pass her, she suddenly shifted back against me, brushing her ass against my crotch. My goodness….the pulse of pleasure that shot through my dick was incredible; for a few seconds I was frozen in that position with my crotch pressed against her booty cheeks. She even did a slight grinding motion with her ass, fueling my overheated lust even more, to the point of no return.
But, then, my brain caught up with me and I realized what I was doing, and I quickly but gently moved off her. “Oh, damn, I’m so sorry….I got carried away.” I almost expected her to turn and slap me, throw me out, fire me, and even scream about me getting overly aggressive with her. Or, at the very least, admonish me not to do that again.
What Gabby responded with, however, shocked me. “Why be sorry, Anthony? It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? You’re an ass man, remember?” She said that with a bright smile and her eyes sparkled.
“Whoa,” I mumbled to myself as I opened the fridge door and poured the milk into my glass.
“Look, corazon,” Gabby continued in that sexy Latina voice, “I did tell you that I’m a very sexual person, didn’t I? I didn’t just hire you and put you up here because you’re one hell of a manager….which you are. You understand and accept me for the slut I am, and that deserves a reward. I know all about your fetish for grinding against women’s asses, and I also know that you are respectful enough to not hit on every woman you see against their will. But, what about my ass, Anthony? Does it feel good enough for you to hump and dry fuck? Does it make your cock rock hard? Do you think about fucking me when you gaze at my sexy ass, Anthony? Do I make you cum with my luscious peach?”
As Gabby was lustily saying this with sexual desire dripping off her tongue with each successive word, she was swaying her ass and hips in an obviously sexual manner, enticing me to approach her. I was right at the point of losing control...but my food hunger was still stronger than my sexual hunger. I said to her “but That sounds quite tempting….but let me get my breakfast in first. Hard to grind on an empty stomach, you know.” My eyes and my hard-as-steel dick that I attempted to hide behind my hand belied my feeble attempt at remaining poised and calm.
“Fair enough….but if you feel the need, I’m available. And I can see your need; you don’t have to hide it here. If you want to stroke it, I won’t ever object. I like it when men are turned on by me...it turns me on even more.”
With that, she turned to face the sink and bent slightly over, jiggling her ass at me as a means of sexually torturing me. That was all it took to break me.
I placed the glass of milk on the counter next to the fridge, turned towards her, and as I attempted to pass her through the narrow passageway, she pressed her ass even harder against my hardened cock barely covered by my briefs. Her grinding action was even more explicit now, and accompanied by moans of pleasure. That did it for me.
I lost whatever was left of my senses in a sea of rushing lust and started to grind back against her ass, finally reveling in the essence of her full and unabashed sexuality. My cock was now hard as steel and leaking precum all over her cheeks, which I used as a makeshift lube between her ass cheeks as I cheek fucked her….first slowly and then faster. One hand reached out over her hip to caress her skin; the other hand reached around to slip under her sports bra and fondle those hardened nipples and nice sized titties. She moaned even harder at the touch of my hand over her sensitive nips, and urged me to grind on her harder, deeper. I lost all sense of direction and tact as I pulled back slightly, pulled down her thong to her ankles, dropped my own sweats and boxer briefs down to near my ankles, and proceeded to return to cheek-fucking her.
Gabby’s hands were gripping the counter as she pushed back against me, and with every thurst of my dick against her ass crack, my balls could feel the wetness of her soaked pussy splashing against it. The kitchen was more overwhelmed with the smell of our sex essence than the breakfast, but we were too busy fucking each other to notice.
I began to moan with my own inner pleasure as my cock felt the throbs with every stroke against her booty cheeks, until she pushed me off, turned around, knelt in front of me, and took my turgid member into her mouth.
It was my first encounter of her fellatio skills, and it was worth the wait and then some. She knew her way around a penis and balls, and it showed with every lick, every suck, every tug. She could take the tip and tongue it, then take it all the way up to the base near my balls, deep throat it until I couldn’t stand the pleasure, and then completely back out and gasp for air before sucking it again. When she sensed that I was about to blow my wad, she would back off and slow her stroking until I was just past that point, and then bring me back up to the edge of my orgasm. It got to the point that I was pumping my own hips, nearly face-fucking her, driving my cock in and out of her, practically throat-fucking her.
Meanwhile, she had one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and finger fucking her wet and throbbing cunt, moaning herself through several orgasms as she continued to suck on my cock. Finally, I could take it no longer; I warned her that I was about to blow it. She took my dick out of her mouth and directed it towards her boobs, encouraging me like: “Do it, Anthony...do it!!! Give me all of that cum all over me!! Let it go, corazon!!! Blow it all over me!!!”
That did the trick. With loud moans, I tensed up as waves of pleasure coursed through my body and streams of cum blasted from my dick, depositing on her face, her neck, her nipples, her tits….all over her and also on the kitchen floor. She continued to stroke my cock as I continued to blast whatever I had until I felt like I had jacked it all. Then, I fell back against the refrigerator door, feeling exhausted but very, very pleasurable from the last few minutes of sex I had enjoyed.
“Like I said, Anthony, my love,” Gabby breathlessly but sexily said to me a minute later, “Anytime you want this ass or any other part of me, I’m here and ready. Just make that nice dick of yours ready for me, too. It’s as addictive as your fetish for asses. And next time, I want you to come on my ass when you grind on it….and maybe I might let you fuck my ass if you prove yourself worthy.”
My breakfast that morning was extra special. The appetizer was even better. But….that’s another story.
Life is good when you are a human sex toy to a smart, sexy, and voracious slut….isn’t it?
