Round 1 Match C: Kiki Howell vs. A Second Mysterious Stranger

Unfortunately, one of our writers had computer problems, so we have an unexpected bye for Kiki Howell, the author of one of these stories. She definitely earns her bye, though, with her amazing story, which is one of the two stories below--and because a week without TWO hot little stories isn't worth calling a week, we have a generous mystery opponent stepping up to provide the other.

Story 1

His body moved hers against a tree, stealing the air from her lungs. Her core coiled in the usual fight to ignore all he inspired within her—heart, body and soul. As those who would do them harm for daring to simply look each other’s way echoed with war cries in the distance, his whiskey-spiked breath came warm and erratic across her face. 

As she raised her hands in a moment’s indecision between pushing and grabbing at this beast of a man, his fingers interlaced with hers. Their powers hissed like water sprinkled over fire, and still ignited a streak of magic that shot from her head to her toes. 

“We could make a portal, fall through to a place and time where we are not forbidden to be together,” he growled as his hands slid from hers to her waist. 

This slice of warmth moved her hips forward until his cock, heavy with need, rested against her tight stomach.

With his mouth inches from hers, open and willing, she whispered, “And, so it shall be done. 

A few words chanted together opened a door created out of thin air. He wrapped his body around hers, legs and arms in a tight embrace, as they tumbled through.

When their bodies hit solid ground, before her eyes could open, his mouth covered hers as his hands moved in swift defiance of her clothing. She arched into the heat of his palms sliding over her skin as he lifted her skirt. Her labored breathing caught with the loss of them as he unleashed himself.

To her ready and waiting wetness fell his manhood. The pulse of his magic over his tight skin opened her legs until the muscles in her thighs protested. He tucked her under him. Energy sparked in his palms. He cupped her full breasts. Her heart thumped.

Hands moved to cup her ass, as his mouth moved down to her trembling womanhood. His long hair fell, a shower of silk over her exposed stomach brewing up a vicious storm of her senses.

“The sheer beauty of your wet lips, your red skin… I’ve waited.” he sighed just before his tongue pushed through her folds, opened her to his whims. 

He sucked in her clit. An ache tightened her stomach, created a throb of desire. Her hands grappled for him as she opened her eyes to the forest floor. The mingle of his love, his magic, overwhelmed as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulled him down hard against her, and allowed his tongue to dart inside.

In a harsh slither, he moved his body until he plunged into her. Light exploded around them as they joined. Her body opened to his harsh invasion, sent the burn of glorious, happy tears to her eyes as she gasped.  Inside her, his erection caused contractions along with surges of power which shot from her fingertips. He trembled. She clung to, moved in rhythm with, and mingled magic amidst her forbidden lover.

Story 2

The door slammed shut, and she spun around in fright, pressing herself against the kitchen counter. Sean was home early. Her heart pounded as the sound of his footsteps approached in a deep and steady rhythm like a base drum. She heard him stop just out of view of where she stood, still frozen to the spot. Jewel’s mouth was dry, her knees feeling weak. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another few hours. This couldn’t be good. 

His solemn face appeared around the door frame, his lips slightly pressed together in a way that was usually a sign of anger or disappointment. Her heart dropped. There had been rumours that his company was about to start laying people off. Sean had worked there for fifteen years, always on time and willing to work overtime if needed. He rarely took time off, and was never home early. Her mind began to race. How were they going to keep up the mortgage and the bills? She’d have to go back to full time work after only just getting used to the part time hours. 

Jewel took a breath and tried a supportive smile, her feigned confidence wavering as he shuffled around the door frame and slowly walked towards her. He stopped once their bodies were just touching, his head bowed so their foreheads met, and his eyes closed. She searched his face for a sign of hope that things would be alright but found none, so instead she reached her arms around his waist and pulled him close. The whisper of his business shirt against her thin blouse sent tingles up her spine as her body reacted to the realisation that very little material kept them from being skin to skin right now. Her nipples hardened, and she mentally chastised herself. This was not the time. 

As though he knew her inner turmoil, Sean leaned back just enough to brush his lips against the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met. His large hands were splayed across her upper back, holding her firm against his chest as he peppered kisses along her flesh. Jewel sighed in pleasure as her worries were pushed to the background. As long as they had each other, nothing else mattered. They always found a way. 

She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying a hand in his thick hair. A glint in his eyes told her all she needed to know, and she stood on tiptoes as he grabbed her ass and raised her to sit on the countertop. He pushed her skirt up her legs as she spread her knees, letting him see that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Sean grinned. 

Jewel paused. She had to say something. “Everything is going to be fine. We’ve always find our way. We can do it again.”

His face lost all emotion for a moment and she feared that the mood was ruined. 

“Oh I’m not worried. I quit. Baby, I won the lotto!”

Round 1, Match B: Will LaForge vs. A Mysterious Stranger

So, funny story. When I put together the match-ups for Round 1, because there turned out to be only 15 confirmed writers, one writer randomly got a bye into Round 2, though I also said that that writer would have to contribute a story, and that perhaps a mystery opponent would appear. The very amiable Will LaForge volunteered almost immediately to be that mystery opponent.

Then the writer who was slated to get the bye had to pull out of the tournament. In both fairness and panic, I turned to Will, who graciously consented to take the withdrawing writer's place. Whew.

But what of the mystery opponent, and the need for two stories to keep everyone hot and bothered?

Well, a new mystery "opponent" has appeared! Feel free to guess at his or her identity as you wish, but Will still has the bye. So, judges, I'm hoping you'll be willing to post some positive comments about one or both of the stories, but without voting, because the vote is what you might call moot.

Alright, sorry about all that front matter, and let's get to the stories!

Story 1: The Marsten House

“Go ahead, Lance. What are you waiting for? Stop being a chicken shit.”

“David…shut the fuck up. Just give me a few minutes to think.”

Lance was dizzy from the onslaught of adrenaline juicing his veins.  With slow, deliberate steps, he turned and walked back down the porch steps. The sound of David’s soft footsteps followed. He leaned against the tall oak tree in the front yard, struggling to breathe. Sweat moistened his palms and icy tendrils of fear snaked down his back. The foreboding shadow of the ghoulish Marsten house loomed over him as he nervously dried his wet hands on his jeans.

His best friend spoke softly, “Lance, are you okay?”

Lance looked at David as though he’d recently escaped from the looney farm.  “No, I’m not okay,” Lance whispered. The howl of a wolf pierced the night and he shivered. “I…I don’t think I can do it. Tell me again why this is a good idea.”

David laughed. “Come on dude, you’re kidding…right? This is the chance of a lifetime.”

“If going into that house is such a golden opportunity, then maybe you should be the one to reap the rewards. Seriously, you have more experience with this kind of thing than I do.”

The full moon peeped through the cloud shrouded night sky and cast a surreal glow over the yard. A light came on in an upstairs’ room and both young men looked up to see a woman silhouetted behind a partially drawn window shade.

Lance gasped. “Sssh,” David warned.

The shapely woman faced the window and stood with her legs spread wide. If she was aware of their presence, she obviously didn’t care.  She raised the shade until only her face was blocked, but the shadow between her thighs beckoned to Lance and his cock sprang to attention. Her hands slid down her legs and bunched in the hem of her short negligee. Slowly the wispy wrapper inched up her creamy flesh, but stopped just short of paradise. She held the pose for a long second and then the light in the room went out. Lance blinked and she was gone.

David slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh my god, did you see her?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m sure that was Birdie.”

“Well, are you going in there or not?”

Lance adjusted his painful erection. “Maybe.”

“Maybe…are you shitting me? If things were different, I’d be in that house right now with one of the Marsten sisters’ legs wrapped around my neck.”

“I’m sure they would prefer you over me.”

David groaned. “They want a virgin…that’s you, not me. I wish two freaky sisters wanted to take my cherry when I was nineteen. Now stop being a pussy and go get that pussy.”

Lance inhaled a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.”

Lance marched up the steps and the gateway to his wet dreams creaked open. He walked into the silent, pitch-black house and the door closed behind him.

Story 2: The Door in the Basement

"Behind that door, Natalie," the grey-haired woman said, "you will learn to serve the pleasure of your new master."

The door looked heavy, and very, very old. The builders of this ancient house had set it deeply into the solid rock that formed the house's foundation. How many girls, Natalie wondered, had gone through that door, clad as she was, in the translucent white silk veil that revealed as much as it hid?

The grey-haired woman, who seemed perhaps fifty, and wore a simple but very elegant black silk gown, had met Natalie at the grand front entrance of the house, where a valet had driven away Natalie's little car. The woman had silently led her through salon after salon to a small dressing chamber. Natalie's jeans had come off, and then her t-shirt.

The woman commanded her, in a cultured voice devoid of any softness, to remove her bra and panties.

Natalie said, "Please, may I keep them on?"

The woman laughed. "What do you think you are here for, child? Do you think your master wishes to see you in underwear that he has not himself chosen? Have you come to the wrong place, perhaps?"

"I don't know," Natalie said, trembling. "I thought I knew what I was doing, but…"

"Well," the woman said, "it is far too late for that now. The moment your car pulled through the gates of this estate, you forsook any chance that you would leave without a collar about your neck. You may meet your master voluntarily, and begin to learn what you came here to learn, or you may learn a different sort of lesson, at the hands of the men who are waiting ready to deal with disobedient girls like you."

"Wh-what will they do?"

"Do you mean, what will they do if you do not remove your underwear and don your initiation veil?"

Natalie nodded mutely.

"They will whip you, my dear, of course. They will whip you not until you are ready to do as I say, which will be almost instantly, but until they tire of marking your body and hearing you cry out."

"Oh, no. Please. Please, I don't want to do this anymore." Natalie's breathing came in ever shorter gasps.

The woman sighed. "My dear, who drove your car through the gates?"

"I did," Natalie whispered.

"And thus, one way or another, within the hour you, wearing your veil, will also walk through the door beyond which your master waits to possess you."

"What will he do there?" Natalie could barely hear her own voice, now.

"He will teach you the ways of his body, and of yours, and he will use you for his enjoyment, just as you long to be used. I can assure you that when he has taken the veil from your pretty charms, he will not stay his hand, or his hardness, at these maiden blushes. You are his, now, and you must make up your mind to it."

I hope this round of The Hot-Off gets you as hot as it got me!

Round 1, Match A: Phoenix Johnson vs. Meredith O'Reilly

Here, in random order, are the stories. Comments are moderated, and will only be accepted from registered judges until the voting period is over. Judges, please remember to post according to the guidelines laid out in this post on the main blog.

Please come join in the fun at the Hot-Off Facebook event, to share your general and generous praise of the stories!

Story 1

I banged the door, running in to the nursery. I was looking around for a place to hide, when the door opened, and I was quickly encased in Jackson’s muscular arms.

“Gotcha,” He chuckled, as he picked me up and carried me in to our bedroom. He placed me down on our bed, grasping my hands in his and asked, “What shall I ever do with my little prisoner? Maybe spank her?”

“Oh no, please don’t.” I cried out, as I felt myself becoming aroused.

He flipped me over before I could say anything else.

Smack! “You will not-run away-from me!” He called out, as each of his smacks landed on my jean covered bottom.

My hands bunched up the comforter as I let out a moan as the slight sting from the spanking went to my core and the sounds of my spanking filled the room. I loved when my husband gave me these type of spankings.

Smack! “You will-be a-good girl!” He said, rotating his spanks so they landed all around my bottom.

“Yes, sir.” I cried out, as a particularly hard smack hit me, making my toes curl at the pleasure it sent right to my pussy.

Jackson flipped me over so I was laying back on the bed, my feet dangling over the ground. He unzipped my jeans and said, “Lift your bottom please.”

I did as I was told and he pulled my jeans and panties down. He went down with them and began to lick my wet folds.

“Jackson…” I whimpered out as his tongue swirled around my inner labia, licking up all of my juices.

His hands encircled my thighs and pulled them apart more, as he gently sucked on my swollen bundle of nerves. His tongue moved up and started applying little circles on my clit.

Every single one of my muscles started to tense up as I felt myself at the cusp of my orgasm. Only one more lick of his tongue and I would be over the edge…

He stopped and stood up, causing me to let out a shout of protest.

He quickly flipped me over and gave my naked bottom a few sharp slaps. He turned me back over and reached towards the nightstand for a condom.

I let out a grumble of displeasure because I was left on the edge of my orgasm.

He placed the condom on himself and before I could complain, he plunged his cock all the way in to my pussy.

“Ahh!” I cried out, as my vaginal walls squeezed his hard shaft.

He began to thrust in and out of me as his hand came between us and started to rub circles on my clit.

“You didn’t think that I’d leave you high and dry, did you?”

All I could do was whimper. My muscles were all so tense. I needed to come.


“Come.” He commanded, pulling me closer to him as we came at the exact same time.

Story 2

Chaz couldn’t wait to get through her front door and crash on the couch with some wine, flip on the television, and zone out. It had been an unusually busy and stressful week of work and she just wanted to put it behind her. For a moment she felt pathetic that it was a Friday night, her friends were probably all out at karaoke like usual, and all she wanted to do was relax. But then her left heel wobbled, jarring her ankle. Was she pathetic? No. Just well deserving of a quiet night in. 

Finally reaching the landing in front of her third story apartment, Chaz wrestled with her keys, dropping them and cursing to herself. 

“Just what I damn well need.”

She knelt down and retrieved her keys, jamming them in the lock. A man’s voice on the other side of the door made her pause.

Chaz reached into her purse and grabbed the can of mace. As she swung the door open she held the mace up in front of her. “Don’t move or I’ll spray this whole can in your face.”

The intruder froze, hands up, back to her. Something about the large figure was familiar. Taking a breath to steady herself, she recognized that cologne. “Alex?”

He spun around with a wicked grin on his face. “You gave me a fright, babe.”

“I gave you a fright? You’re supposed to be on the other side of the country right now at a conference!”

“I convinced my business partner he could cope by himself. I needed to be here, with my wonderful lady on our anniversary.”

Chaz mentally slapped herself. She’d been too busy at work to realize the date. Somehow Alex knew that, though, because he winked.

“Don’t worry, I took care of your present for me. It’s really a gift for both of us, one that will keep on giving.”

He reached into a brown bag she hadn’t noticed and pulled out two miniscule slips of white material, holding them out for her. She smiled and rolled her eyes at the see-through chemise. The next slip of material confused her, though. A veil? Chaz raised her eyebrows and looked at Alex’s face. He bit his lip, clearly nervous. A jolt flashed through her as it began to dawn on her. 

She glanced at his hands as he dropped the material and she noticed a little black box that he flipped open. Chaz thought her heart stopped as he sunk to one knee. 

“I know it’s a little cliché, but will you marry me?”

Chaz stuttered, lost for words. Knowing she could never express herself properly, she quickly grabbed the fallen lingerie, grabbed Alex’s hand and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Deciding to be a smart ass, she danced away, waving the lingerie. “You know I’m not wearing this to be married, right?” She winked and wriggled her ass at him, giggling as she ran into the bedroom, Alex right behind.