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  CHOCOLATE LOVER

  A collection of five erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  ISBN 9781908006684

  Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  These stories were originally published in Ultimate Curves

  Published by Accent Press Ltd

  ISBN 9781906373788

  Contents

  Chocolate Lover Victoria Blisse

  Meeting My Husband Again Deva Shore

  Fashionably Late Heidi Champa

  A Lucky Man Lucy Felthouse

  The Beautiful Move in Curves Elizabeth Black

  Chocolate Lover

  by Victoria Blisse

  She moaned and threw back her head in delight, her thick thighs rubbing together of their own accord as a bolt of sensual pleasure coursed through her body.

  “You like that, don’t you?” her husband whispered, stroking the side of her large breast with a teasing finger. “Do you want more?”

  “Yes,” she said, her dark eyes shining.

  “What’s the magic word?” he teased, leaning closer to her, pressing into her curves.

  “Please?” she begged, eyes wide, lips pouting.

  He nodded and slipped another square of milk chocolate between her lips.

  “Chocolate lover,” he taunted, and she winked at him as she sucked the chocolate into her mouth and felt the creamy comfort of it melting over her tongue.

  “Now that would be something I could sink my teeth into,” she purred then licked her lips.

  “I remember that time with the chocolate body paint,” he said, “I ended up covered in bites and bruises.”

  “I don’t remember you complaining at the time.” She reached out to him and stroked his erection through his trousers. “Do we have any of that left?”

  “Hmm, I don’t think so, but I have a sweet treat here for you.”

  “I can tell,” she purred and pulled open his pants. “I hope it has a creamy centre. That’s my favourite part.”

  “Oh, it’s mine too.” He licked his lips and watched his sweet-loving wife lavishing affection on his cock.

  She treated it like an expensive bar of chocolate. Delicately she licked, relishing its flavour and texture on her tongue. Teasing herself to a point when she needed more she engulfed the thick head with her lips and sucked the solid bar, enjoying the warm hardness against her tongue and relishing the gasps and moans she pulled from the lips of her lover.

  “Fuck, I’m going to melt in your mouth,” he groaned and thrust his hips, forcing more of his cock between her enticing lips. He wrapped her dark locks around his fingers in an attempt to control the pleasure exploding through him but the tightening grip in her hair made her suck harder, heightening the erotic tension in his dick.

  She could still taste chocolate on her palate and, mixed with the salty sweetness of the juices leaking from his tip, it proved to be a seductive concoction. She could not get enough of it. Up and down, slowly and steadily she sucked, mimicking the dance of sex, feeling the phantom memory of his cock in her cunt. She could tell that he was close to coming: his balls were tightening beneath her fingers and he was panting and thrusting up into her mouth with increasing urgency.

  She loved this moment the most, the moment when he cursed and screamed and roared as he surrendered to the pleasure and the cum erupted into her eagerly sucking mouth. She savoured every last drop then grinned broadly.

  “I do love that cream filling,” she said.

  “Is it tasty?” he asked, basking in the joy of release.

  “Sure, taste for yourself.” Before he could protest, her lips were on his and they were kissing. He was surprised to find he didn’t find the taste repulsive; in fact, it was an arousing reminder of the blow job he’d just received, and the sweet lingering hint of chocolate on his wife’s lips gave him a wicked idea.

  “Happy birthday, darling!” He rolled over to her side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her soft waist.

  “Thanks, sweetheart,” she pushed her plush arse back into him, feeling his solid cock between her ample buttocks. “What have you got for me this year?”

  “Oh, I have something very special for you,” he purred and kissed the sensitive spot at the base of her ear. She moaned and reached to cup his cock.

  “Oh yes, it feels very special,” she gasped. He pulled her hand away from him and moved it back over her waist.

  “No, my love, that isn’t the present I was talking about, although I do plan to give you thatas a bonus if you’re a good girl.”

  “I am always a good girl,” she giggled and shimmied against him, which caused his arm to rub against her breast as her buttocks shuddered against his hard-on.

  “Oh, baby, I know,” he groaned and cupped her tits through the thin cotton of her nightdress, “so very, very good.”

  “So what have you got for me?” she whispered. “I’m curious now.”

  “All in good time, my love, all in good time.” He pressed her back into the bed and flipped over her leg to rest between her thighs. “I want to play with my good girl for a bit first, now you’ve got me in the mood.”

  “You’re always in the mood.” She shook her head, smiling seductively. “It’s why I married you.”

  She lifted her bum as he rolled the material of her nightie higher and higher, revealing her thighs, her rounded stomach and the tips of her tightened nipples. He continued to pull the material up and over her head, until it came away completely and he threw it down to the floor.

  He pulled her arms back above her head and captured her wrists, holding her in that position as he plundered her mouth for a kiss. His lips trailed lower, and his fingers tickled down her arms, landing on her ample bosom. He squeezed and moulded its heavy heat as he suckled, and then his mouth travelled lower still, his fingers staying to feast on the abundance of her breasts.

  The tip of his tongue teased the gentle dip of her belly button. She giggled and squirmed at this intimate and subtle touch. He continued to kiss over her stomach, tracing the silvery lines that caressed her sides like fine lace and treasuring every soft, giving inch of her.

  “Please,” she whimpered, her skin on fire with desire, her mind blinded with lust.

  She felt his smile against the under curve of her stomach. He made every inch of her feel sexy, even the parts that she was uncomfortable with. His lips pursed and kissed and moved lower, and she forgot all her self-centred worries and fears as passion wiped everything else from her mind.

  He was trying to tease her, but the closer he got to his goal the stronger her scent was and the weaker his resistance became. His pace quickened, and his kisses stopped lingering and gained purpose as he trailed through the curls over her pubis. His tongue slipped down and traced the path between her parted sex-lips. He probed deeper and her juices coated his tongue and filled his mouth with mellow sweetness.

  She gasped as his tongue moved higher again and his lips fastened around her aching clit. She moaned and pushed up her hips as he sucked rhythmically, teasing pleasure from that central point and sending it coursing through her entire body.

  She was close to exploding: her skin was feeling tight and almost painful, her brow was prickled with sweat, her cunt was so wet she could feel her juices flowing over her thighs and between her buttocks. She was seconds away from coming all over her husband’s face when he stopped.

  “Bastard!” she cursed, and he just l
aughed.

  “Now it’s time for your present.” He stretched out, opened the drawer in the bedside cabinet and withdrew a cylindrical wrapped object. He passed it over to his wife who pulled herself up into a sitting position and ripped open the bright, star-scattered paper.

  “It’s your cock,” she gasped, cradling the phallus in her hands. “It is, it’s exactly the same.” She lifted the heavy object to her lips and gently slipped it between them. She sucked briefly then groaned, “Chocolate, I love chocolate.”

  “It’s a chocolate lover.” He grinned, grabbed her legs and pulled her back down the bed. She screamed and then groaned as he plunged his cock into her without any preparation.

  “Suck it, suck that cock while I fuck you,” he begged and she pulled the chocolate back to her mouth and plunged the creamy hardness inside. She yelped but the perfect replica of her husband’s cock in her mouth muted the sound. She felt so dirty, filled at both ends by two big, heavy cocks. She was caught between her two loves, chocolate and him. She was in heaven.

  “Fuck, you give good head,” he groaned as he watched her intently, admiring her sweet mouth at work. He thrust forward, feeling her cunt spasm and suck around him, and the combination was more than he could take. Aware of his gaze resting upon her lips she slipped the sweet cock deep inside her mouth and, as he watched, she swallowed it down to its root. The lewdness of this act pushed him over the edge. He roared and filled her with his cum.

  “I need to fuck you with that cock,” he gasped as he pulled out of her. He took the replica dick from her hands and teased the sticky head around her cunt lips. He could see his cream inside her and, as he pushed that chocolate cock in, his juices oozed out around it. He couldn’t help himself. He had to taste that heady mix of her musk, his salt and the mellow sweetness of her chocolate lover. He tasted it all as he slipped his tongue around the cock buried in his wife’s pussy.

  She writhed on the bed, her chocolate lover slowly melting inside of her. It felt so kinky to have her husband’s mouth licking and sucking around the cock buried within her. He pulled and pushed the dick forcefully and fucked her thoroughly with it, lapping up the chocolate and cum displaced by the violent fucking.

  “I’m going to come,” she gasped, and he moaned, pulled back and watched as her fingers snaked down to her clit and began to rub over it roughly.

  “That’s it, baby, come all over your lover’s cock. Yes, cover that cock with your juices while I watch. Fuck yes, that’s it.”

  She exploded at his words, screamed and felt the chocolate give and ooze as her cunt spasmed and her orgasm forced itself free of her body. She moaned as the cock was drawn from inside of her, but the moans turned from disappointment to lust as she saw her husband eagerly sucking her juices off the chocolate phallus.

  “Suck that cock, baby,” she gasped, “suck it clean.”

  He looked at her, his bright eyes wide with desire, his lips stretched lewdly around the chocolate. He pulled the dick from his mouth and offered it to her. She eagerly took it and plunged it into her mouth. She could taste her sweetness mingled with the creaminess of the chocolate as it melted into her mouth and dripped all over her lips.

  Their gazes never drifted from each other, and she watched her husband lick the chocolate cum from all over his lips. A jolt of desire shocked through her body and vibrated in her freshly fucked cunt.

  When his gaze finally left hers it travelled down her curves and her still splayed thighs. With a sexy eyebrow shrug he dipped his head and she anticipated the caress of his lips on her sex. She sucked eagerly on the pleasure-giving chocolate in her mouth as his lips and tongue hesitantly swept over her chocolate and cum-covered cunt.

  He was overwhelmed by the scent. The chocolate was heavy and cream laden, his cum was a more astringent scent like lemon juice and he could pick out the peachy freshness of his wife’s juices that pulled the two opposing scents together and blended them like a top chef creating a new recipe.

  It was appetising, and he wanted to taste it, but it was something so new, so different that he hesitated a moment, and just looked at her creamy, chocolate-filled cunt. It was beautiful, like a skilfully crafted dessert. He almost didn’t want to ruin it, he wanted to look and watch and treasure this moment without taking the next step.

  It was her moans and her hip thrusting that fuelled his desire and encouraged him to take his first taste of chocolate cream pie direct from her hot, wet hole. It was the chocolate he tasted first and so he dug a little deeper and found the scent and taste of his wife. It made his cock jump. It was the next thrust that revealed the salty undertone of his own cum to his taste buds, and he found himself licking and sucking in earnest, wanting to taste more of this lustful creation.

  It was sex, pure and simple in a taste. It was kink, it was love, it was arousal, it was them and it was all in a taste that bathed his tongue. It was almost too much to take, but it was so addictive that he wanted more, and with each mewl and gasp from his wife the desire to taste more became stronger.

  He licked her hole clean and moved on to her lips and her clit and chased the last traces of this unique taste sensation across her intimate parts.

  “I want to taste you now,” she groaned, and he scrabbled to move around on the bed. She rolled to her side and cradled his head on her thigh as he continued to lick with barely a pause. She passed the chocolate cock to him and pulled him closer, her hand squeezing his tight buttock as the tip of his cock slipped between her lips. She experienced the same taste as her husband, the chocolate was already in her mouth with hints of her and him, but the warmth of his turgid flesh transformed it from just taste to pure desire.

  They were joined together by a taste, by a bond, by a moment of sheer desire and new discovery. They were both burning with need and their mouths worked in rhythm with each other to bring ecstasy to their partner. She groaned and gasped and took more of his hardness into her mouth as she felt the chocolate cock pressing against her tight rosebud. Her anus eagerly opened to accept it. She felt her husband’s cock expand in her mouth as her chocolate lover slipped into her back passage.

  His lips locked on to her clit as the chocolate moved in and out of her tight hole. It felt so dirty, so naughty to be fucked back there as her husband ate her cunt. It was like a decadent orgy and she was the centre star with two dedicated lovers using her plush body for their own pleasure.

  She loved being that slut, that receptacle for lust. She rocked her hips in time with the cock in her arse, and she ground her cunt onto her husband’s face as she came hard with a scream that was muted by the cock in her mouth. Moments later she felt and tasted the flood of her husband’s desire and the drip of the chocolate oozing from the shrinking cock lodged in her bottom.

  “I love you,” she gasped, swallowing his cum and licking her lips.

  “I love you too,” he groaned as he pulled away from between her thighs, pulling what was left of her chocolate lover with him.

  “Thank you for the threesome,” she smiled as they untangled and rearranged themselves head to head. He kissed her and they shared the lingering flavour of lust once more. “That is now officially my favourite way to enjoy chocolate,” she said.

  “I agree,” he replied. He had become a chocolate lover too.

  Meeting My Husband Again

  by Deva Shore

  I was nervous. It had been nearly two years since I’d seen my husband, and a lot had happened since. As I stood at the dock waiting for his ship to come in I thought back to the last time I’d stood here – only that time I was waving him goodbye.

  ‘I wish I could be here with you when the baby comes,’ he’d said.

  ‘So do I, darling. But we can’t change the war, can we?’ I’d wept.

  ‘I’ll miss you,’ he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

  ‘Me too. Be careful,’ I said tearfully into his neck, as his hand came around to pat my stomach.

  ‘Who knows,’ he chuckled, ‘maybe you’ll get th
ose breasts you’ve always wanted when the baby’s born.’

  We kissed passionately as I clung to him, praying this wouldn’t be the last time we’d see each other.

  I got those breasts and more. I went from a size ten, with small breasts, hips and thighs, to a large eighteen. I’d grown all over and I was terrified he wouldn’t love me any more.

  We’d had an amazing sex life. John was always randy. Loved sex and showing me off. Whenever we went out he loved nothing more than to see me in a super-mini skirt, bare midriff and tight T-shirt. He loved guys whistling at me and said there was nothing wrong with them looking as long as they didn’t touch.

  All my friends were jealous of my stick-like figure but me, well, I would have preferred bigger breasts and more rounded hips. I’d looked at my friends enviously, wishing desperately for their curves, finding it ironic that we were never happy with what we had.

  But now I was. I had no intention of losing any weight. I felt sexy and alive, never more feminine. I only hoped John would feel the same. So it was with shaky legs that I stood there waiting, hoping I’d get the reaction I longed for.

  All the photos I’d sent to John had been mainly of Charlotte, our daughter. I made sure that any that included me were the most flattering. My stomach fluttered as he walked slowly down the plank, his eyes searching everywhere for me.

  He glanced my way and I lifted my hand. He continued to search for me and my mouth went dry. I licked my lips nervously. What if he didn’t like the changes in me? As he continued to search the crowd, I made my way over to the plank. Happiness was everywhere: women were crying, laughing; men were spinning their wives off their feet and whisking children in the air, happy to be reunited once again.

  Finally John’s eyes swept over me. He didn’t smile at first and my heart dropped. Was he disappointed in how I looked? I threw my arms around his neck and then put Charlotte into his arms.

  ‘God, it’s been so long,’ I said.